Should I Fuck the Babysitter Charlotte Mae, Nicky Rebel
Title: “Should I Fuck the Babysitter?”
The screen flickered to life, illuminating the dimly lit living room. There, lounging on the plush velvet sofa, was none other than the sultry Charlotte Mae, her creamy thighs on full display thanks to her scandalously short skirt. She toyed with a lock of her platinum blonde hair, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of her glossy lips. Her smoky bedroom eyes locked onto the camera, inviting you in for a closer look.
“Well hello there,” she purred, her voice like honey dripping from the screen. “I bet you’re surprised to find me here, waiting for you in front of the TV. But don’t worry, I’ve already put your little ones to bed. They’re fast asleep and won’t be waking up anytime soon.”
Charlotte uncrossed and recrossed her legs, allowing you a tantalizing glimpse of her lacy black panties. She chuckled softly, knowing exactly what she was doing to you.
“Now, I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m still here,” she continued, leaning forward to give you an ample view of her heaving bosom straining against the confines of her tight pink sweater. “I’ll admit, I have ulterior motives.”
She rose from the sofa in one smooth, fluid motion and sauntered over to the camera, her hips swaying seductively. She traced a perfectly manicured finger along the surface of the screen, her touch electric even through the glass.
“You see, I’ve had my eye on you for a while now,” Charlotte whispered, her warm breath fogging up the camera lens. “Every time you drop off the kids and head out for the evening, I can’t help but imagine what it would be like to have you all to myself.”
She bit her plump bottom lip, a fleeting look of hesitation flitting across her flawless features. “But is it wrong of me to want you? To crave the feel of your hands on my body, your lips on my skin? Am I just a dirty, perverted babysitter acting on her fantasies?”
Charlotte shook her head, her silky hair tumbling around her shoulders. “No,” she declared firmly. “I want you, and I’m not afraid to admit it anymore. I need to know… should I fuck the babysitter?”
With that, she reached down and slowly peeled her sweater up and over her head, revealing a sheer, lacy black bra that did little to hide the rosy peaks of her nipples. She tossed the garment aside, her milky white skin practically glowing in the soft light of the television.
“Tell me,” Charlotte breathed,palming her breasts through the thin fabric of her bra, “am I being too forward? Do you want me to take it further? Or are we just teasing each other for now?”
She leaned in close to the screen, her lips mere inches away from where you sat watching. Her breath hitched slightly as she anticipation your response, equal parts fear and excitement coloring her crystal blue eyes.
The decision was yours, and yours alone. Did you dare to cross that line, to indulge in the forbidden fruit of the sexy babysitter teasing you from the screen? Or would you be a model of restraint, sinking back into the cushions of your couch with your hand down your pants?
The temptation was almost too great to resist. Charlotte’s taut, toned body was like a siren’s song, calling to you and promising untold pleasures. Her hard, aching nipples strained against the lace of her bra, begging to be freed, to be caressed and pinched and worshipped by your eager hands.
But there was still that nagging voice in the back of your head, urging caution. Telling you that this was all a ruse, a trap set by a conniving seductress who would take everything she could from you before casting you aside like yesterday’s garbage.
Charlotte’s exquisite face was a mask of impatience as she waited for your answer, her chest heaving with the effort to control her breathing. A thin sheen of perspiration glistened on her upper lip, and you could practically taste the sweet musk of her arousal.
It was now or never. Would you give in to your basest instincts and dive headfirst into the pulsing, undulating depths of ecstasy promised by your sexy babysitter? Or would you shut the video off, put your sad, lonely cock back in your pants, and wonder what could have been for the rest of your miserable, masturbation-filled life?
The choice was yours.
