Lecturing the Babysitter - part 1

Henessy perches on the edge of the couch, skirt already hitched up her thighs, eyes locked on Mr. Smith’s belt buckle. The door clicks open. Mrs. Smith steps in, heels sharp on the hardwood, and closes it behind her without a word. She looks at the girl, then at her husband, then back at the girl. “So this is how it works when I’m not around,” she says, voice low and even. Her hand finds Henessy’s chin, tilts it up. “On your knees. Show me what he likes.” Henessy slides down. Mrs. Smith gathers the blonde hair in one fist and guides her mouth straight onto her husband’s cock. Every wet sound fills the quiet room. When Mr. Smith groans, his wife’s grip tightens. “Slower,” she orders. Henessy obeys, lips stretching wide, saliva running down her chin. The door opens again. Another man steps inside—tall, dark hair, same hungry stare. Mrs. Smith doesn’t turn. She simply says, “Shut the door.” Then she pulls Henessy off her husband’s cock and pushes her toward the newcomer’s open fly. Two hard lengths now. Henessy takes them in turn, cheeks hollowing, eyes watering. Mrs. Smith watches every thrust, correcting the angle of the girl’s head with small, firm tugs. The lesson continues.