My Babysitter

Ariella Ferrera had that weird flash of recognition the second Belle Knox walked in. Same when the client clocked her – one beat of silence, then it hit both of them at once. Ariella used to babysit the girl, back when she was knee-high. Now the kid is eighteen, naked on the table, and Ariella’s eyes are glued to a shaved pussy she has zero business staring at. Belle’s just as fired up. The minute Ariella oils her palms across those firm tits, the massage turns filthy. She spreads Belle open, dips her head, and drags a long, slow tongue up her slick slit. Belle moans like she’s been waiting years for this, hips twitching, hands fisting the sheet. “God, you’re dripping for your old babysitter,” Ariella teases, voice muffled against her cunt. That dirty talk alone nearly makes Belle come. She doesn’t. Ariella keeps her right on the edge, sucks her swollen clit, works two fingers in deep while the girl bucks. Then she climbs up, knees on either side of Belle’s flushed face, and drops her own soaked pussy over that pretty mouth. Belle licks like she’s starving, tongue lapping, nose buried in Ariella’s bush. Ariella grinds until she cums hard, flooding Belle’s lips and cheeks, leaving her glistening while she trembles through the last aftershocks.