The Babysitter’s Wish
I’m cleaning the dishes after dinner. The kids are already at sleep, and Mr. Huston will be here soon. His wife arrives a little later, but I’m allowed to leave the house as soon as everything is put together, and he’s home.
His steps behind me startle me, and I turn to face him.
“Good night, Shayla,” he says approaching me. “How did the kids behave today?”
I shrug. “As usual.”
He steps behind me. I can feel him just a couple of inches away from me. If I step back, our bodies will touch.
He rests his hands on my shoulders, massaging the tension away. Shivers run through my body at his touch, and I let out a soft moan as I lean back into him.
He keeps massaging my skin over my shirt, removing the tension from my body slowly.
His hands move down my back, leaving a path of goosebumps on my skin that goes directly to my wet pussy.
I press against him and feel his hard cock on my ass. I freeze, wondering what he’ll do if I reach out to him. I want to taste him.
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