Seducing The Babysitter With April Oneil And Michelle Lay – Lesbian – Brunette – Mature – Lingerie – Strap On

The aspiring young seductress, April O’Neil, lounged provocatively on the king-sized bed in the babysitter’s elegant boudoir. Her ample breasts, barely contained within a lacy black bra, heaved with anticipation. Her jet-black hair cascaded seductively over her shoulders, contrasting sharply with her fair skin. A tattoo of a fiery serpent coiled around her upper thigh, seeming to pulse with desire.

The object of her lust, Michelle Lay, entered the room with a sultry sway to her hips. Michelle’s full, pouty lips curved into a knowing smile as her eyes roamed over April’s scantily-clad form. “Stealing my lingerie again, baby girl?” she purred, snapping the tiny G-string she held between her fingers.

April licked her full, red lips, her baby blues gleaming with mischief. “Guilty as charged,” she cooed, rising onto her knees and presenting her delectable derriere. The sheer black panties hugged her curves, leaving little to the imagination. “But you know I look so much better in your silkies, Mish.”

Michelle sauntered closer, the click of her stilettos echoing through the spacious bedroom. She trailed a manicured fingernail along April’s spine, drawing a shiver from the eager vixen. “Maybe these butt-baring panties were a mistake then,” Michelle mused, snapping the dishwater bikinibottom against April’s pert ass. “Aren’t you in trouble?”

April arched her back like a wanting cat and cast a naughty glance over her shoulder. “Only if you want to turn me over your knee and spank me,” she purred. “I’ve been such a bad, bad girl…”

Michelle quirked an eyebrow and struck a pose: hands on her hips, cartoonishly flared to showcase her lavish rack contained in a frilly black corset that matched her fishnets and garters. “Hmm. And what would a naughty sitter like you do after getting spanked like a bad little girl?”

Leisurely, the baby seductress rose from the bed and turned to face Michelle, knowing eyes flicking down to Michelle’s cinched-in waist and up do her ample bosom. April took a step closer, tilting her head coquettishly. “If I answered that question, Mish, I’d have to show you the dildo I snuck in my babysitting bag. The one I’m oh-so-eager to take apart a freak flag flying MILF like you…”

“Well, since you’re in so deep already, babygirl, why don’t you go ahead and slip that new toy out of your purse?” Michelle replied, her eyes flashing hot. “Attagirl.” The stone entrance to Michelle’s home was being peekabooed by her teenager’s new swim class carpool along with a slender lithe woman. Michelle’s inner sadistic side tickled every time she thought about how she tricked Brianna into completing 4 hours of community service after the high school junior articulated to Principal Haskins ridiculous auburn hair topic during physics class. After getting an A+ score, Brianna Belinksi insisted Michelle refrain from using brawny Midwestern authorities. Brianna’s parents questioned if she was lesbian. Michelle asked Brianna to wake her up and make her coffee for after her early morning yoga class this entire morning only to instruct Brianna to slip her red bra out from underneath her shirt when she took Brianna to her tank top program. Michelle put on her bra, got in the shower, and emerged to pull her hair in a ponytail tight enough to cause a headache. She wore an oversized football jersey with the number of her ex cjacupal player in lieu of underwear.