Jill Taylor – The Cute Little Babysitter #16
Title: “Ravenous Lust: Jill Taylor’s Babysitting Follies”
Jill Taylor, the quintessential blonde bombshell, sashays into the room, her hair cascading over her shoulders like a golden waterfall. Her tiny denim shorts hug her pert ass like a second skin, while her taut midriff peeks out from under a snug pink crop top that barely contains her ample bust. Today, Jill is the picture of rebellious youth: a teenage temptress eager to wreak havoc.
Her young charges, Timmy and Tommy, lounge on the couch, engrossed in a Nintendo game. Jill amps up the sultriness, sauntering over to the boys with exaggerated hip swivels. “Hey there, cuties,” she purrs, plopping down between them. The wooden frame creaks under her plump posterior.
“Jill! You’re squishing us!” squeaks Tommy.
She smooches his cheek, leaving a sticky lip gloss mark. “Sorry, baby. Jill just wants cuddles.” Her hand wanders to Timmy’s knee, her fingers dancing along his thigh. The boys squirm, face flushing red.
Bare feet planted, Jill leans back on her elbows, arching her back to thrust out her chest. The hem of her top rides up, revealing the cute piercing in her navel. She bites her plump lip, staring down at the bulge growing in Timmy’s shorts. “Got a snake in your pants there, Timmy?”
“Jill! That’s so inappropriate!” he stammers, crossing his legs.
She giggles and scoots closer, her breast pressing against his arm. “What’s inappropriate? I’m just teaching you about the birds and the bees.” Her hand creeps up to squeeze his upper thigh.
Tommy looks on, eyes wide as acorns. “‘S’spose you need help with that, Jill?” he blurts, jutting out his scrawny chest.
she laughs, a warm, husky sound. “You? Oh sweetheart, you’re not cut out for this.” She winks saucily.
The sententious bedroom scene takes a turn when Jill’s parents return home early. Panicked and desperate, Jill puts her body to good use. With a bat of her lashes and a bend at the waist, she distracts the angry father and meek mother with her nubile buns in their faces.
Like a pod of ravenous sharks, the older couple circle the babysitters, lust swarming their faces. Jill presses a finger to her lips, mouthing, “Shhh, let me handle this.” She sidles up to the mother, a ripe fruit begging to be plucked.
Her hands snake under the woman’s skirt, caressing the damp lace. The mother whimpers, clenching her thighs. Jill smirks, a devil in disguise. Turning to the father, she jerks her head towards the stairs. “Go get changed, sweetie. It’s bath time.”
Thick Nacht rouses to attention at the sight of Jill emerging from the bathroom in a sheer robe, her body a malleable temple. Her lips part in a perfect ‘O’, a tight crimson ring framing her puckered mouth. He licks his chops, more than willing to feed her the big black cock she deserves.
