Craving The Busty Babysitter (8)
Sunlight spilled through the blinds, warm and damning. It lit up the chaos they left behind. Sheets twisted, cuffs hanging from the headboard, séx toys scattered like confetti around the bed. The air smelled of sweat, lust, and shameless indulgence.
Brea slept curled against Dennis’s chest. Her body lay naked and marked. Her lips were swollen while her thighs trembled even in rest. Dennis lay awake, staring at the ceiling. One arm rested across her waist.
He had not slept.
His c**k finally went soft before dawn, but his guilt never left him. Not for a second.
A key clicked in the lock downstairs.
Dennis froze as he realized that someone had just gotten into the house.
Brea stirred and murmured something against his chest. He stroked her hair to soot
