Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
“Kayla, please!” Stacey whined into the phone. “He’s like a super nerd and doesn’t even leave his room. He’s a good boy. Babysit for me this one time, and I’ll fill in for you next time you have to sit for the Johnsons, I swear!” Stupid Stacey had agreed to a date night with her long-time crush on the same night she’d agreed to babysit for the town prude. I’d seen her and her perfect son around the school before, and it wasn’t a job I wanted to take. But how could I refuse a girl a chance to get laid by her dream cock?
“You owe me, Stace.” She screamed so loud I thought my ear drum would burst. Finally, after three hundred ‘thank yous,’ she hung up, and I grabbed my bag and headed to the most perfect house in the neighborhood.
When A Bad Girl Babysits A Good Boy
I knocked on the front door and waited, suddenly nervous. Mrs. Smith opened the door with a scowl, “Who are you?” Her upper lip curled ever so slightly in disgust as she looked me up and down. I felt her judging my short pleated skirt and tiny crop top sweater. As if she was any better than me.
I forced an obviously fake smile and extended my hand, “I’m Kayla; Stacey wasn’t feeling well but didn’t want to cancel on you last minute. So she asked me to fill in.”
“Predictable.” She mumbled and waved me inside. “Well, it’s not optimal, but I’ll be late for the woman’s worship, so come in. I followed her inside and looked around as she spoke. “Dinner is on the stove; he’ll eat when he’s ready. Make sure he does the dishes and showers before bed. Emergency numbers are on the refrigerator. Don’t let him watch anything rated over PG-13 if he asks.” I nodded and forced the smile again.
“Of course,” I thought it was terribly silly; she wouldn’t let her teenage son stay home alone; God forbid he watches anything may show a tit or two. “Have a great night.” I followed her back to the door and waved as she backed out. Then I locked the front door and made my way upstairs to see her good boy.
He was lying on his bed with his nose in a book, just as Stacey said he would be. I waltzed right in and bounced on the end of his bed. He peered over the edge of his book and said, “You aren’t Stacey.”
“Keen eye.” I teased. Looking him over as his Mother had inspected me. He was well built for a boy his age and so handsome. He lowered the book to his chest and pushed his glasses up his nose. “What should we do tonight?” He shrugged, but I caught his gaze drift to my big teen tits. Just then, a wicked idea formed in my head.”Well, I have an idea.” I rubbed my hand over his knee and leaned closer. “Have you ever seen a real pair of tits?”
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357