Naughty Empires
“Shh. Just relax, Mommy. You were dreaming about me anyway—I could tell by the way you were squirming under the sheets when I slipped in. Now be a good nanny and push those beautiful tits together for me. I want to fuck them properly.”
Heat exploded across my face. My nipples tightened into aching peaks, brushing the sides of his shaft with every thrust. I hated how my body responded—how my pussy clenched hard at his filthy words, fresh wetness already slicking my folds. Thirty-eight years old. His nanny. And yet my hands betrayed me, sliding up to cup the undersides of my heavy breasts, pressing them tighter around his cock until the soft, warm flesh enveloped him completely.