Craving The Busty Babysitter (10)Dennis groaned behind them. “Marla—”“Shut up and watch.”She dipped her head and licked up the inside of Brea’s thigh. Brea cried out when Marla’s mouth reached her pussy, licking up every trace of Dennis’s cum like she was starving for it.“You’re going to make her come from your own cum,” Marla said over her shoulder. “How does that feel?”Dennis said nothing. He was watching. Hard again. Eyes locked on Marla’s tongue moving between Brea’s thighs.Then Marla pulled Brea upward and flipped her over.“On your back,” she ordered. “I want your mouth on me.”Brea obeyed without hesitation. Marla straddled her face, her shaved cunt hovering just above her lips.Brea gripped her hips and pulled her down. She licked, sucked, teased her clit until Marla moaned.“Good girl,” Marla whispered. “Don’t stop. I want to cum on your face.”Brea slid two fingers into her and curled them. Marla gasped. As she rode Brea’s face, her thighs trembled.Then Marla shifted
Craving The Busty Babysitter (9)Dennis watched with his cock in hand as his wife knelt between Brea’s legs. She spread her open, tongue diving into her pussy with an urgency that made Brea sob her name. She licked her clit with focus, keeping the plug inside her, teasing both holes until Brea’s body trembled beneath her.Brea gripped the sheets, moaning loudly. “God—yes, right there—fuck—don’t stop. Lick me like you own me.”Her voice was wrecked, needy. “I’m so close. Please—please make me come. I need it. I need your tongue on me, in me—fuck—I don’t care what you do, just keep going.”The wife hummed into her, circling her clit with her tongue as her fingers gripped Brea’s thighs, holding her steady. Brea arched off the bed.“Oh, fuck—yes—make me scream for it,” she cried. “Don’t stop. Fuck—yes—just like that—I’m gonna—fuck—”Her orgasm hit her like a wave crashing through her spine. She screamed, shaking, gasping for breath as her body collapsed back onto the bed.The wife didn’t
Craving The Busty Babysitter (8)Sunlight spilled through the blinds, warm and damning. It lit up the chaos they left behind. Sheets twisted, cuffs hanging from the headboard, sex toys scattered like confetti around the bed. The air smelled of sweat, lust, and shameless indulgence.Brea slept curled against Dennis’s chest. Her body lay naked and marked. Her lips were swollen while her thighs trembled even in rest. Dennis lay awake, staring at the ceiling. One arm rested across her waist.He had not slept.His cock finally went soft before dawn, but his guilt never left him. Not for a second.A key clicked in the lock downstairs.Dennis froze as he realized that someone had just gotten into the house. Brea stirred and murmured something against his chest. He stroked her hair to soothe her. His heart pounded as he listened to the footsteps below. Somehow, he knew them: that steady pace and those soft soles.His wife was home.He had no time to think. No time to pull away or cover up or
Craving The Busty Babysitter (7)He grinned and tossed the paddle aside, climbing back between her trembling thighs. The glass dildo was still lodged inside her, coated in her arousal. He slid it out slowly, dragging every textured ridge along her walls. Brea moaned, loudly, her cuffs rattling against the headboard as she arched into it, needing more.“Beg for it,” Dennis ordered.“Please,” she gasped. “Please fuck me again. Use me. Fill me while I’m strapped to your wife’s bed like your personal whore.”He pressed the thick head of his cock against her entrance and waited. “Say exactly what you want.”She blinked up at him. Her eyes were wide and glossy. “I want you inside me while your wife’s toys clamp down on my nipples. I want to be fucked so thoroughly I forget anyone else ever touched me.”That was all the permission he needed.He rammed into her with one punishing thrust, and her scream echoed off the walls. He didn’t hold back. He pounded into her relentlessly, every stroke h
Craving The Busty Babysitter (6)Dennis leaned in, his mouth grazing the shell of her ear. “You’re mine to use. Mine to ruin. And you’re going to take everything I give you.”Brea gasped when he forced her legs farther apart, his hands gripping her thighs and spreading them so wide there was no modesty left between them. He didn’t bother with foreplay. He didn’t even take his clothes off. With one swift pull, he yanked his belt free and unzipped himself.“You’re already soaking for me,” he muttered, dragging the tip of his length along her folds. “Like a little plaything just waiting for her owner to claim her.”“I am,” she panted, her voice ragged. “Please, just take me. I don’t want you to be gentle. I need you to wreck me.”That was all the permission he needed. He drove into her with a punishing thrust, burying himself completely in one savage motion that made her cry out and throw her head back.“That’s it,” he snarled. “Take every inch like the filthy little thing you are.”Her
---Craving The Busty Babysitter (5)He should not have been doing this. Not here. Not now. But he could not stop. She had undone him completely, or perhaps she had only uncovered a part of him that had always existed beneath the surface, waiting to be exposed.His hand slipped into his pants before the thought had even finished forming.He gripped his aching cock, already wet with precum and twitching against his palm. The image of her on his bed, in his home, lingered in his mind with blistering clarity.He stroked himself with firm, fast movements. There was no room for restraint, no time for second thoughts. All that mattered was the throbbing pressure in his veins and the weight of lust that pulled him under. He could still feel her lips on his skin, hear the way she whispered his name when she came, remember the way her pussy had clenched around him until he saw stars. Every moment replayed in unrelenting detail.A groan rumbled from his chest. He bit down on his lip to silence