Craving the Busty Babysitter (3)
Dennis remained kneeling beside the chair, chest heaving with ragged breaths. His c**k pulsed with painful need, still rock-hard and leaking from the echo of her moan in his ears. That sound refused to fade. It played in his head like a drug he couldn’t shake. He could still feel the way her body had clenched around his fingers. She had been soaked, trembling, and completely unguarded.
Her scent clung to him like it belonged there. He could still taste her on his tongue, sweet and sinful. It was an addiction now. There would be no coming back from this.
The pool water rippled gently, disturbed only by the motion of her disappearing form. Her final words lingered in the humid air like a brand on his skin.
“Next time, I want to feel you inside me.”
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