The Baby Sitter Wore Chanel - Sex Stories

The Baby Sitter Wore Chanel

... screaming into John's mouth as her orgasm exploded in her. Her lips went limp, her pussy clenched on his fingers. Her body clenched and twerked in his arms. Her moans turned quiet and low. John removed his lips, holding her in his arms Her moans turned into sighs which turned into deep breaths. She had felt an explosion of tingle to every inch of her body and was completely wrapped in a cocoon of warm pleasure. John scooped her up, all 89 pounds of her and carried her to the bedroom and laid her on the bed horizontally. He went back out to the kitchen and downed a bottle of beer in a flash. grabbed a bottle of milk and picked up James. He went back to the master bedroom and plopped James in his crib in the room with the bottle and smirked. Son was gonna get a front row view of Daddy's greatest triumph. John walked over to Susie. Her head was slowly twirling back and forth, indistinct and quiet sounds coming from her lips. He hiked up her top and reached behind her to undo the bra, he slid the garments easily over her head and stood back. Damn they were nice. Even held a lot of their shape laying down. That's the beauty of youth, John thought. He reached under the skirt and pulled off her panties. They were sopping wet. He took a long whiff before tossing them in the corner. He dropped his shorts and boxers and his prick was finally free! Oh it had ached so much! It had paid it's dues. It was time for little John to have his fun. John reached a hand under each upper thigh, ...

... some fingers on her ass. He lifted her up a tad and slid a throw pillow under her lower back so there was a slight elevation at her crotch . . . just right. John felt the drool from his mouth hit his throbbing dick. She was quite a vision. light milk chocolate skin, mid level chocolate nipples small, short and round. He ran a hand over one and lightly squeezed. God the buoyancy of a young breast!!! He ran his hands along her thighs. God he loved nice legs. Hers were, short, shapely and firm. That tummy, so flat, so smooth. he ran a hand over her pussy. His pussy. Well, it would be his soon. "Mmmmmfff. Ooooohhhjjjjjjjjjoooohn? Arrrrrrruuuuu ggoooooonnnnnnnaaaa dooooozzzzz it aaaagggnnn?" Susie asked, still lost in her orgasm. "Maybe sweetie, but now it's John's turn. He leaned down and gave her one slow kiss with no tongue. Susie opened her eyes drowsily and looked at him and smiled like a drunk. John sat back and put one knee on the bed, under her thigh. He slid his hands up her thighs until his thumbs were on the tips of her pelvis, poking under her skin. His fingers wrapped around to her back and ass, his palms on her hips. He didn't need to aim his cock, it was as hard as steel. Harder than he ever could remember. He drove ahead slow and steady, lined up to her virgin slit. It elicited a tiny yelp from John when the head of his cock touched her labia. He was so sensitive the slightest touch was overwhelming. He gritted his teeth and kept going until her lips parted for him ...