Eliza Ibarra Arousing Babysitter Reaches Orgasm
Title: “Aroused by the Babysitter: Eliza Ibarra’s Tessellating Desire”
Eliza Ibarra, the young and alluring babysitter, arrived at the household, her heart fluttering with anticipation. She knocked on the door, a demure smile on her face, but inside, a storm of naughty thoughts swirled. The elderly couple who lived here were out for the night, leaving their teenage son all alone. And Eliza had plans of her own.
“Good evening, Mr. Thompson,” she said, her voice honeyed and sweet. The young man blushed, his eyes roaming over her curves, barely concealed beneath her thin blouse and short skirt. Eliza sauntered into the house, her hips swaying, knowing full well the effect she had on the impressionable youth.
“Would you care for anything before I tuck you in, Mr. Thompson?” she asked, her voice low and sultry. The boy nodded, his mouth dry, unable to form words. Eliza smiled, a wicked glint in her eye. She leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear. “I know what you need.”
She led him by the hand to his room, her heart pounding in her chest. Once inside, she locked the door, turning to face him. “I’ve been watching you, Mr. Thompson. I know you’re all grown up now.” She stepped closer, her hand trailing along his chest. “And I think it’s time we had some fun.”
The boy’s eyes widened, his breathing ragged. Eliza smiled, pressing her body against his. She could feel his hardness, even through his clothes. “Don’t be shy, Mr. Thompson. I know you want this.”
She slid her hand down his chest, her fingers playing with the waistband of his pants. She felt him shiver, his breath coming in short gasps. Slowly, she unbuttoned his fly, her hand slipping inside. She curled her fingers around his hardness, stroking him gently.
“I can feel how much you want me, Mr. Thompson,” she purred, her hand moving faster. The boy moaned, grabbing her hips, pulling her closer. Eliza smiled, her tongue flicking out to lick her lips. She pushed his pants down, revealing his throbbing member.
She gazed at it, her eyes dark with lust. “You’re so big, Mr. Thompson,” she said, her voice breathy. “Let me take care of you.” She sank to her knees, her hands caressing his thighs. She looked up at him, her eyes full of promise, before taking him into her mouth.
The boy gasped, his hands fisting in her hair. Eliza moaned around him, the vibrations sending shockwaves through him. She took him deeper, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. She bobbed her head up and down, taking him deeper each time, her hand pumping what she couldn’t fit in her mouth.
The boy groaned, his hips thrusting forward. Eliza took him deeper, her throat contracting around him. She brought her other hand up, cupping his balls, gently massaging them. The boy shuddered, his legs weakening.
“Eliza,” he gasped, his voice strained. “I’m going to… I’m going to…”
Eliza pulled back, her hand still pumping him. “Do it,” she urged, her eyes blazing. “Come for me, Mr. Thompson.” With a final stroke, the boy came, his seed spilling from her hand and onto her face and chest.
Eliza smiled, licking her lips, savoring the taste of him. She stood up, wiping her face with her blouse. “Mmm, you taste good, Mr. Thompson,” she said, her voice husky. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
