“Sexy b***h by David Guetta.”
She starts to dance freely, not trying to be cool at all, and her hips move to the rhythm as she turns to look in the fridge. With her back to me, my eyes stay firmly on her ass as it sways to the beat. The words ring out.
Oh, she’s a sexy b***h.
A sexy b***h.
I hold my breath as I watch her.
Fitting song. Sexy b***h should be her anthem. The song continues and she really gets into it, picking up her glass and giggling as she dances. She spills her drink down her forearm, and then she puts her arm up and slowly licks it off.
I clench as I feel it all the way to the tip of my c**k.
Jesus Christ. I pick up the scotch and pour myself a glass too quickly. It sloshes over the side. How much seduction can a man take before he f***s his nanny on his kitchen fl
