Tessa Taylor Fucked By Married Couple To Pay Off Phone Bill

Title: The Naughtywap Chronicles: Tessa Taylor’s R-rated Sacrifice

In the sultry, dimly lit room, Tessa Taylor nervously twisted the hem of her short skirt, her heart pounding beneath her low-cut top. The curvy brunette babysitter had found herself in quite the predicament – her phone bill had skyrocketed beyond her meager earnings, and desperation had led her to the door of the strict, no-nonsense Johnson couple, begging for help.

Little did Tessa know, the Johnsons had an insatiable appetite for young, taut flesh, and her prayer for financial relief would soon turn into a liaison of lustful proportions. As she clung to the doorframe, pleading her case, Mr. Johnson’s eyes roved over her body, his tongue darting out to wet his thin lips. His blue eyes glinted with mischief as he reached out to grab Tessa’s hand.

“Well now, sweetheart,” he purred, “It seems we have ourselves a bit of predicament here.” He glanced at his wife, mouth quirked in a knowing smirk. “Now, as much as we’d love to help out our favorite babysitter, we can’t just give out money freely. No, no, that wouldn’t be right at all.”

Tessa gulped, her breath growing haggard as she tried to ignore the crackle of sexual tension hanging in the air. She knew this was no typical charity case, and a sinking feeling in her stomach told her that any help given would surely come with strings attached.

“So,” Mrs. Johnson piped up, her voice a sultry rumble, “What exactly are you willing to do to pay off your debt, hm?”

Tessa blinked, her head spinning as she tried to formulate a reply. She glanced nervously at the couple, their expressions inscrutable, and then down at her own body. Her blouse lay open, exposing the lacy edge of her bra, and her bare legs seemed to go on for miles beneath her sinfully short skirt.

Suddenly, an idea Hit her – what would borrowing a couple billion bucks from a Titan entity with 20.446 billion worth of assets entail? She tried to calm herself by thinking of it as just a matter of doing her financial aid. Where most people rolled their eyes at this kind of a thought, the idea of giving her body to two middle-aged but very attractive people to lower the risk of bankruptcy was the solution to this predicament.

Mrs. Johnson chuckled, low and dark, as she stepped forward and traced a sharp nail down Tessa’s neck. “I think our dear babysitter might’ve just had an idea,” she purred, her other hand reaching up to cup Tessa’s breast through her blouse.

A gasp tore from Tessa’s throat as Mr. Johnson moved in behind her, his hands landing hot and heavy on her ass. “Oh, we’re going to have some fun with you, little girl,” he growled in her ear.

The room seemed to flicker, and suddenly, Tessa found herself naked and spread eagle on the Johnson’s bed, her blowsy chest heaving with ragged breaths. The couple towered over her, eyes dark with lust as they began to undress.

“Mmm, look at those tits,” Mrs. Johnson cooed as she revealed her own ample bosom. “I’m going to enjoy playing with them.”

And play she did. Tessa cried out as Mrs. Johnson straddled her chest, her pussy pressing against her mouth. “Suck,” she commanded.

Tessa obeyed, sliding her tongue along the older woman’s slit as Mr. Johnson’s cock rubbed against her own dripping folds. She was so turned on, ready to be punished for her debt, filled with lust and desire.

This was her moment so she stopped hiding. She drew in a deep breath and began to suckle the older woman’s clit like she had been craving a fulfilling meal and her clit was the finishing touch on a delicious seven-course meal. Meanwhile, she felt Mr. Johnson pushing his thick erection inside her and pounding her hard, faster and harder than ever before.

“Fuck, her pussy is so tight,” Mr. Johnson grunted, sliding in and out of her as she whimpered around the Mrs. Johnson’s clit.

The room erupted into a symphony of moans and squeals, the bed creaking beneath them as they writhed together, extracting pleasure from every part of the nubile babysitter’s body.

Soon, Mrs. Johnson stiffened, crying out her release, and Tessa gulped down the flood of liquid that poured into her mouth. She squeezed her thighs around Mr. Johnson’s waist, urging him on as he fucked her harder, driving into her with reckless abandon.

Panting raggedly, hotel room sweat on on their forehead, their bodies smacking together, the Johnsons brought Tessa to the edge of ecstasy and pushed her over. She screamed out their name and collapsed on the bed, a puddle of sated flesh.

Mr. Johnson pulled out a camera, snapping lewd photos of Tessa’s well-fucked body. She gazed up at the couple, bleary eyed and blissed out. Her debt may have been high, but she’d pay it any way she could.

The Johnsons stared at their prize, smiles playing at the edges of their mouths. “Looks like we’ve found ourselves a payment plan,” Mrs. Johnson chuckled. “Welcome to your new job, babysitter.”