Kylie Page – Bad Babysitter
Title: “Naughty Adventures of a Bad Babysitter”
Kylie Page strutted into the spacious suburban house, her voluptuous curves hugging each inch of her tight, revealing outfit. The 28-year-old blonde bombshell was no strange babysitter. She had a fame within the neighborhood – a fame for being a “bad” babysitter.
As the one mom she was caring for that night left, Kylie locked the door and turned to survey her terrain. She sauntered into the spacious lounge, operating her manicured nails alongside wealthy leather-based couches. Her full, pouty lips curled right into a seductive smirk as she pulled the string of her neon pink bikini high, letting it fall to the polished hardwood ground.
“Let’s see what you’ve got in here,” Kylie purred, eyeing the closed door of the teenage boy’s bed room. She padded down the corridor, pawing at her juicy ass cheeks as she walked. The babysitter wanted to loosen up, and she or he knew simply tips on how to do it.
Inside the teenage boy’s room, Kylie discovered a treasure trove of teenage hormones – stacks of letter-sized porn mags and Petri dishes of jizz-filled socks. She plopped onto his mattress and flipped by way of the grownup magazines, admiring the large, throbbing cocks. Her large, perky tits bounced as she fumbled by way of the pictures.
“Mmm, damn boy, you’ve got a real kinky side,” Kylie giggled, tossing {a magazine} apart and grabbing a sock. She held it up, inspecting the crusty white residue. “Looks like you’re well-hung. I bet you wish you could handle a real woman, don’t you?”
She licked her plump lips, toying with the dry sock. Kylie knew she wanted to take this to the following stage. She slid a hand down her orange string bikini, rubbing her easy, pink slit. “Fuck, I could use a good cock right now… Mmmmm!”
Miss Page’s juices dripped deep into her floss-thin thong. She knew it was mistaken to take this babysitting gig and use it to get off, however her pussy was scalding sizzling and she or he wanted a semi-hard cock in her proper now. What absent-minded mother and father would discover their dorky, nerdy son’s babysitter spray portray his room white-opaque along with her adolescence anyway?
Kylie stripped out of her skimpy bikini, lotioning up with child oil from the boy’s personal nightstand. She organized to an ideal, alluring angle on his mattress, doing the calendar structure pose she’d thrown up for his wall. The oily curves of her physique glistened, slick and gleaming for his viewing pleasure.
With his sock, Kylie pawed at her beefy undercarriage, pumping it in her drooling cunny. Her again arched as she plunged the sock deeper into her tremendous tight slut gap, almost gagging because it reached her womb. “Nnngghh f-fuu-fuck yessss!”
Jizz pumped out of her tender snatch, coating her inside thighs. The babysitter was in one other world, misplaced in lust because the boy’s cum caught hearth inside her. She doubled-over, shaking as an intense orgasm overtook her.
Kylie Peel lay spent, cockmeat juice leaking down her thighs. She knew she’d in all probability be referred to as again to this family once more. A foul babysitter she could also be… however she labored low cost and at all times gave the purchasers extra-special loving. Plus, having her shapely physique as eye sweet for the husband might’t damage both.
The busty blonde tossed on a skinny silk gown, letting it grasp open and expose her large, oily breasts to anybody who would possibly see. Kylie made her technique to the kitchen, able to hit the fridge and raid it for something which may make her stuffed Oreos only a bit extra sinful. Hey, even volcanic blonde sluts who secretly rail themselves with pubesocks want a deal with infrequently.
Lesson effectively realized: Parents, please, skip the Kylie Pages, they’re ruining a technology infected with hormone overdrive. If your babysitter claims to be “Bad,” pay shut consideration to how she treats your family pets (ie what’s the situation of the home cats after an evening alone with babysitter Pussy Putrid?), the quantity of hour TV time your Emmy-nominated kids have interaction in after these visits, and most significantly the load your teenage sons placed on when uncovered to such a temptress in the course of the nation’s weight problems disaster. Kindly request the nice ones – quiet slobs who could not get extra of a thrill than an evening of reruns and sticky, empty sweet wrapper-dotted palms are the type of youngsters babysitters you need for the slick, smutty protected upright security of your youngsters. Class dismissed…
