Big Tit Babysitter Gets Creampie Fuck For Back To School S9:E9

“Big Tit Babysitter Gets Creampie Fuck For Back To School” by Scoreland – S9:E9

In the sultry, sun-drenched yonder of a suburban neighborhood, blonde bombshell Josephine Jackson saunters up the walkway of a quaint family home. With her perky posterior perfectly accentuated by tight, cutoff jean shorts, and her massive, 38HH Girls bouncing leisurely with each confident step, it’s clear she’s not your average babysitter. Today, young Emma and Danny will receive an education beyond anything their textbooks could offer.

Josephine introduces herself to Mrs. Smith, playing the part of an innocent co-ed. But her wandering eyes reveal her mischievous intentions as she ogles Mrs. Smith’s husband, John, who’s reclining on the couch in a robe. Sending the children upstairs to play, Josephine makes her move.

“I can’t thank you enough for watching the kids, Josephine dear,” Mrs. Smith says, oblivious to the sexual tension crackling in the air. “John and I are just overrun with work this week.”

Josephine leans in close, her Pillow Talk cleavage ample proof of her goodwill. “It’s my pleasure, ma’am. I’m very…thorough in my care.” She lets the double entendre hang.

As cigarettes smoke, Josephine stretches to grab a wine glass from the top shelf, her ginormous knockers virtually spilling out of her low-cut tank top. John gapes, mouth agape like a fish, clearly distracted from his Hustler mag.

“I’ll just…check on the kids,” he stammers, excusing himself.

En route, he detours upstairs for a glimpse through Emma’s bedroom door. A galactic-sized gaffe – Josephine ensconces him, closing the door and pinning him to the wall. “I saw you looking,” she purrs, snaking her tongue into his mouth.

“Y-you little minx! I’m the one who’s supposed to be babysitting!”

“But I saw how much you appreciated my…skilled care.”*She grinds her mammoth mammaries against his chest.* “I think you need me to show you a few things.”

Sliding down his torso, she unties his robe to reveal a decidedly butterfly-ish package in electric blue translucent tighty whities. She engulfs him through the flimsy fabric, slurping like a parched woman presented an oasis. Yanking down his skivvies, she nuzzles his business end, responding to his yelp with a muffled taunt. “Don’t worry, Daddy – this is a clinic. I know what ails you.”

She swallows him to the root, looking up prettily. “Did they teach you this at babysitter school?” he asks, losing himself to her incredible eye contact. “Only if it was filmed by nasty gramps in the library,” she laughs, waggling her eyebrows.

Gaining rhythm,rael gnaws the head, suckling, before taking him deep, unstoppable, until her nose is buried in his pubes and he’s gloving her throat. “Ahfuuckinuhsck!” he dopplers. He pumps her face, manhandling her ducs, slapping her lips on his schlong, giddy with the new sensations. “Shit, I’m gonna lose it! Where do you want it?”

She releases him with a pop, rivulets of drool coursing down her chin. “I’m a grown woman now, Johnny. I want it wherever you want it. Just say the word.”

Grabbing her by the tresses, he drags her into Emma’s bed, flipping the mercy on the center. “I’m not your daddy,” he sneers. “But I’ll fill your pussy till you’re weeping.” Pushing her thighs apart, he bathes his cock in her sopping snatch before jabbing into her with a groan of labors. “Ohhfuck, feel that? Sweet ambrosia!”

He chisms a relentless pace, jackhammering her into the mattress, the headboard slamming against the wall, the bed creaking ominously. Josephine howls her pleasure, raking his back with her acrylics. “Breed me, you bastard! Give me that thick shaft I’ve been craving!”

John double fists her tits, mauling them, leering into her rain-splattered eyes like a madman. “*Odin’s balls, women!* I’ve never had anything like this!”

“Ohhh slit, I’m cumming, I’m CUMMING!!” Josephine shrieks, pitching into orbit, before flopping back, boneless, a satisfied smile on her cum-splattered face. John changes angle, bumping up against her cervix, his sac spanking her ass.

“Menu knull!” he emits, arching like a bow before unleashing a volcanic eruption, buckets of jizz painting Josephine’s womb white. He collapses on top of her, gasping for breath, before pulling out with a wet slurp. Cream pies oozing, Josephine clenches her thighs together, whimpering with aftershocks. “So…that’s how they do it in *neighborhood 3D?*” She quips breathlessly.

“You’re the fucking master, Josephine!” John sighs blissfully.

Downstairs, Mrs. Smith perks up. “Is that… Emma screaming?”

Josephine sneaks a glance at the clock. “Oh! Is it that late already?”

She dresses hastily as John does a poor job of straightening up. “Here,” John hands her a wad of cash, “spend this on the kids. Use it in good health.”

Josephine looks at the cash, then at him, a mischievous smile flickering across her face. “Don’t worry, Daddy, this is a safe zone. I’m the only one who’ll get pregnant.”