The Sitter - Part 2

TJ Hart's pissed—her babysitter's out back screwing instead of earning that fat rate. She marches out, grabs the girl by the wrist, and yanks her straight to the driveway. One look says this MILF is staking her claim. They hit the concrete like two predators finally let off the chain. Their hands tear clothes away with zero patience; wet mouths slap together, tongues hot, teeth testing. The sitter’s tight body flexes under TJ’s tongue, her caramel skin gleaming in the sun while she moans loud enough for the whole block to hear. A strap comes out, thick and slick—TJ buries it deep, hips snapping forward while the girl claws her back and grinds for more. Every thrust slaps skin to skin, juices dripping down thighs, until both of them collapse, breathless and grinning, like they finally got their money’s worth.