My Hot Babysitter

One afternoon Danny's buddy rings him up with the scoop. Hunter—super-hot babysitter from back when they were kids—is now handing out happy endings at the local massage joint. Danny's had a crush on her forever. The second he hangs up, he's on his way. Walks in, spots her behind the desk. She clocks him too. Grabs his hand and leads him straight to a private room. Oil hits skin, her palms work his back. Every glide down. Every squeeze just north of professional. Her fingers brush his cock. Just a tease at first. Danny doesn't flinch. She grins, wraps her hand around it for real, strokes him slow and steady. Thumb swipes the head. Hunter leans in, lips wrap tight, sucks like she's been wanting this for years. Danny groans. Her mouth slides up, slides down, her other hand keeps working his shaft. He tries to hold out, but her tongue is too eager. He explodes, shooting thick ropes across her cheeks and lips, painting that pretty face with everything he's had pent up since middle school.