Whispering Secrets
Mrs. Jones, my babysitter, ate my pussy to keep me from revealing her secret, and I now wake up in bed with her.
As the haze of sleep lifts, I realize I'm not alone in my bed. There's Mrs. Jones, her soft curves pressing against me, our limbs entangled beneath the cozy blanket. The faint scent of her perfume lingers in the air, and a rush of excitement spreads through my body as I remember the events of last night. My brain is filled with tantalizing images of Mrs. Jones' naked body, her velvety lips, and her expert tongue, seducing...