Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Boys do NOT listen. I was babysitting this rotten twerp and he was being loud and obnoxious so I sent him outside. With strict orders, I said, “Do you know what poison ivy looks like? Stay away from it!” He shrugged it off which I assumed meant he indeed knew what it looked like and would stay far away from the wicked plant.

Hours later, we sat down for dinner and he was scratching at the back of his hands. “Did you wash before coming to the table?” I perked an eyebrow to indicate lying wouldn’t be smart. He nodded and told me he had but he was nonstop itching. “Let me see your hands.” Yup, just as I suspected! All over the back of his hand, curling in toward his palms was the obvious signs of poison ivy.

Poison Ivy

“I told you to stay AWAY from the ivy!” I yelled while turning his hands from side to side to see how bad the rash already was.

“I’m sorry, Kaykay. I don’t know what poison ivy is.” His face was pouty but I didn’t feel sorry for him. I had warned him and because he didn’t listen, I had to deal with him itching himself. He was going to learn a lesson and NEVER play in the itchy icy again!

“Do you know how easy this spreads?” I ask with my face in his. I pushed his chair from the dining table and ripped open his pants. His young cock didn’t know any better as it leaped forward for me to stroke. He shook his head with shocked eyes as I stroked him. “Anything you touch will begin to itch the way your hand does now.”

“An-anything?” He stuttered looking from my big brown eyes to his cock in my hand.

“Anything,” I confirmed, letting go of his cock and watching it bob and beg for attention. “Now you stroke it.” I grinned wickedly, waiting for him to take over.

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357