Busting The Babysitter - Part 8

She knew exactly what she was doing. That Latina sitter had tits that looked like they belonged in a dirty movie—big, heavy, straining against that tight tank top like they wanted out. The second the kids were asleep she dropped onto the couch next to the young blonde and started flirting, all heat and swagger. “Bet you’ve never seen a pair like these up close,” she said, tugging the neckline down till both heavy breasts spilled free, nipples already stiff. The babysitter froze for half a second, then her hands came up like she couldn’t help it. “They’re so fucking soft,” she whispered, squeezing. The Latina smirked, leaned back, spread her thighs a little. “Taste them.” The girl obeyed, tongue flicking over one dusky nipple while fingers tugged her own shirt over her head. The Latina had her skirt shoved up next, panties yanked aside so she could push two fingers straight into that slick, tight pussy and curl them till the blonde’s legs shook. “Fuck, you’re so wet already,” she teased, pulling her fingers out slick and shoving them between the girl’s lips. The babysitter sucked them clean, eyes glassy, thighs clamped around that hand like she needed more. Minutes later she was on her back, legs wide, moaning around the sitter’s breast in her mouth while three fingers pumped into her cunt. The sitter came hard, hips jerking, juices coating the Latina’s hand and wrist. “Good girl,” the older woman purred, licking her fingers clean. “Next time I might let you eat me too.”