Teen with puny tits rails babysitter’s big sausage for molten XXX!

So there I was, completely caught up in this Teen with babysitter and big cock fantasy that had been building in my head for days, ever since I caught him staring at my ass while I was bending over to pick up the remote, and I couldn’t shake the image of what it would feel like to have him lose control with me, to push past every boundary we’d been dancing around since he started watching me on Friday nights, and honestly, the way my heart hammered in my chest when our eyes met told me he was thinking the exact same thing, so when my parents finally left for the weekend, I didn’t waste a single second, I waited until he was in the kitchen grabbing a beer, then I slipped into the hallway wearing nothing but one of his old t-shirts, and the second he turned around and saw me, that shy, professional babysitter act went right out the window, he pulled me into him so hard I could feel every inch of him pressing against my thigh, and I knew right then that this wasn’t going to be some sweet, slow thing, it was going to be raw and messy and exactly what I’d been craving, so I dropped to my knees without a word and took his heavy cock in my hands, marveling at the weight of it before I opened my mouth and swallowed him as deep as I could, gagging slightly but pushing through because I wanted to feel him hit the back of my throat, I wanted to taste every drop of his arousal, and when he groaned my name and tangled his fingers in my hair, I knew I had him completely, he lifted me up then, spun me around and bent me over the couch, sliding into me from behind with this brutal, perfect rhythm that had me seeing stars, my tiny tits bouncing with every thrust as he gripped my hips and drove himself deeper, and I could feel his big cock stretching me in ways that made my toes curl, it was sloppy and loud and so fucking hot, the way he pulled out just to tease my wetness before slamming back in, whispering dirty things in my ear about how tight I was, how long he’d wanted this, and when we finally came together, collapsing in a sweaty heap on the floor, I knew I’d never look at him the same way again, and honestly, I couldn’t wait for him to come back next week.