Teen Babysitter Phonesex – Slutty Sitter For Hire – Part 2

 

“Please?”

I plead in a delicate, breathy tone. I sound so young and fragile, as if the slightest touch could break me.

That seems to make your decision for you: you need to have this slutty teen babysitter at any cost. You gently squeeze my teen tits and lean forward, pressing your lips against the skin between my breasts in a soft kiss. My surprised gasp reaches your ears and dissolves into quiet moans as you trail more kisses down my chest and abs, fueling your desires. Your hands release my tits and slide back down, hooking into the top of my leggings as you tug them down.

A blend of witch hazel and light vetiver reaches you as you take in my scent. My leggings are pooled around my ankles, and I push them off with my toes as you smile at my underwear. Cute pink cheeky panties with black lace depicting comic book heroines in various pinup poses. You spin me around, planting more kisses across my hip and plump ass cheeks.

You let out a low growl and say that you want to taste me. Pressure builds in your slacks as your cock grows from the excitement.

Your teen babysitter peeks over her shoulder and throws a coy smirk in your direction.

“I was going to say the same thing about you.”

You stand, unbuckling your belt as you kiss my left shoulder. The pressure lessens as you drop your pants and briefs, freeing your erection. Your hands find their way back to my waist, and you press your hard cock against my lower back. You wrap your arms around me, trapping me against your body as your hands slide back up to my teen tits. Your fingers are teasing my nipples, pinching and tugging on them.

My head falls back, resting against your chest as my eyes roll back. You plant kisses on the top of my head, my cheek, trailing down my neck… I reach up and run my fingers through your hair, holding your lips to my skin. All the while, your stiff member is pressed up against my ass, desperate to brush against my skin.

“I want you…”

My words spark the desire burning within you; you spin me around and kiss me deeply, passionately. I gasp from your impulsive movement but return the kiss with gusto, linking my arms around your neck. Our make-out session is only briefly interrupted when you gaze down at me.

My body is shuddering out of pleasure, as each touch from you leaves me wanting more. My blue eyes are wide with an innocence you can’t help but adore. You know I’ve definitely fooled around with a few of my high school boyfriends, but it was different when it was a grown man. Your years of experience were enticing, if not intimidating, to a sweet teen.

So imagine how wide my aquamarine gaze becomes when you brush my bottom lip with your thumb, smirk, and tell me to get down on my knees.

A blush erupts across my cheeks, but I hastily drop down to the floor as you reclaim your seat. Your eyes never leave my face, watching as my eyes survey the full length of your manhood. Gauging my reaction.

“Fuck, it’s huge,”

I blurt out, a nervous giggle escaping my plump lips.

You grin and gesture for me to move closer, pleased by how well I behave. Once I’m front and center, you reach out and caress my face, muttering about how gorgeous I am. I simper quietly and lean closer, my mouth agape and my tongue out.

The first contact between my tongue and your dick is like heaven. Your cock throbs as a wave of pleasure washes over you, and your body relaxes, sinking into the sofa as your barely legal babysitter begins to suck you off.

My tongue swirls around the head before settling on the underside. My warm, wet mouth glides down the length of your shaft, teases your balls for a fleeting moment, then glides back up, where it swirls around the head again and repeats the process. You’re in no rush, and neither am I, so we allow the glorious teasing to continue. Around the head, down the shaft, across the balls, and back up the shaft we go, sending shivers up your spine.

It only ends when my lips part and I take as much of your thick dick into my mouth as possible.

You can’t help but let out a low groan as my warm mouth encompasses your erection. I manage to get more than half of it into my mouth before you feel the back of my throat. My tongue is lashing from side to side along the underside of your shaft, and we lock eyes as my head begins to bob up and down. With every bob of my head, your cock slides deeper down my tight throat, and you revel in the sound of my gagging and choking on your big cock. One of my hands is between your legs, gently massaging your ball sack between my fingers.

You pat my head softly and tell me that I’m such a good cock-sucker. Your encouraging words only aid in increasing my speed; my head bobs faster, your cock is sliding further into my throat, and the wet sounds of me gagging on you fill the living room.

The pressure building in your balls is more than enough indication that you’re getting close–an exciting, yet bittersweet realization. The last thing you want is to cut our time together short. As amazing as the blowjob is, you want more from your teen babysitter, and you’re not sure when we’ll have a chance like this again.

What do you think happened next? What would you do in that situation? Give your favorite teen babysitter a call and let the fun begin.

Thank you so much for reading Part 2! Check out Part 1 if you haven’t already, and consider buying the audio version for the best experience.

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