The babysitter - part II.

I found the channel he keeps for late nights. The video played loud enough to fill the room. My hand slipped between my legs before I could stop it. I copied every move on the screen—slow circles, then faster, then two fingers pushed in deep. The door clicked. He stood there watching. Without a word he came closer, dropped to his knees, and took over. His tongue worked where my fingers had been, steady and sure, until my hips lifted off the couch. When he stood again his cock was already out. I opened my mouth and took him in, blonde hair brushing his thighs as I worked him to the back of my throat. He pulled out just in time, stroking once, twice, and finished across my face in thick, hot ropes.