Babysitters Erotica Collection: Over 100,000 Words of 20 Hot Sex Stories by Vallen Green Page B
Authors: Vallen Green
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around the couch wildly. The pleasure was too much and too intense. Being pleasured by Laarni and pleasuring Laarni did something to Carrie that she never thought possible. Carrie felt like she was about to explode from the sheer pleasure that was radiating from her every pore. Without knowing it, she had wrapped her legs around Laarni’s neck, pushing Laarni even deeper inside her.
The sudden wetness that enveloped Carrie’s face let her know that Laarni had come. It seemed like the fluids would never cease to flow. They kept spurting and flowing out one wave after another. Carrie removed her tongue from Laarni’s ass and fastened her mouth over Laarni’s cunt, absorbing and drinking in Laarni’s fresh fluids. The movement made Laarni come even more, and Carrie got lost in the fresh surge of desire coming from Laarni.
A split second later, Carrie came herself. Laarni did the same by burying her face in Carrie’s cunt. Her face was drenched in Carrie’s fluids, but Laarni didn’t mind. She kept eating Carrie up, in turn making Carrie come some more until Carrie could no longer take it. She gave a small shriek of pleasure. Her hips moved up and down, and in one moment of deep arousal, her body secreted the juices of pleasure. Laarni lapped these up as well, making Carrie come one more time before collapsing into a weak and shuddering heap at the couch.
Laarni lost her strength too, and she collapsed on top of Carrie as well, with her face still on Carrie’s cunt and her cunt directly above Carrie’s face. Both girls were breathless. Their hearts were racing furiously, and both girls were trying to catch their breath. Carrie shut her eyes. Unknowingly Laarni did the same. They lay like that for several more minutes, until Laarni sat up and got off the couch.
Carrie jerked awake. With a gasp, she sat upright too. Laarni was now sitting beside her, smiling at her playfully. Carrie seemed to be transported back to her old self, the self which had not been kissed and fucked by a girl, the self which was an integral part of her until an hour ago. Carrie blushed furiously. This made Laarni laugh, and she reached out and gave Carrie’s breast a playful tweak. Carrie started, and she felt another slice of lust and pleasure in between her legs.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” Laarni said, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “You know what? I think I’ll like having you over here.”
Carrie grinned back. Amazing, but her shyness seemed to have magically disappeared. “I think I’ll like being over here too,” she said.
And was pushed back into the couch again by Laarni.
Come In, Jill
Working at the Whale’s residence is something Jill always looks forward to. Mr. and Mrs. Whales are simply very good and heart warming people. Plus, the house is gorgeous. It is a ten-room mansion, with its own infinity pool, a lush garden, and a well manicured lawn. Their son, Malik is 7 and is pretty much an adult with a world of his own. He is often on the attic or his room, but his extremely adorable once on the mood.
Mrs. Whales---Gladys, as she wants to be addressed is a svelte woman in her mid-thirties. She’s always dressed elegantly and her hands glitter with enough diamonds that can blind someone if they stare too long. From time to time, Jill would sneak in her closet just to see her collection of stilettos and perfumes. She’s beautiful and filthy rich. She’s often away on business trips as she is in-charge of their chain of restaurants all over the country.
Mr. Whales----Pierre, is someone who could be mistaken as a Hollywood actor with his brown hair and stormy grey eyes that seem distant and aloof, but mellows down to a peaceful deep blue shade when he’s in good mood. Jill never saw much of Mr. Whales during her first few weeks working for the family. He’s been on a Caribbean cruise and had just returned, looking all tanned and god-like.
This particular
The sudden wetness that enveloped Carrie’s face let her know that Laarni had come. It seemed like the fluids would never cease to flow. They kept spurting and flowing out one wave after another. Carrie removed her tongue from Laarni’s ass and fastened her mouth over Laarni’s cunt, absorbing and drinking in Laarni’s fresh fluids. The movement made Laarni come even more, and Carrie got lost in the fresh surge of desire coming from Laarni.
A split second later, Carrie came herself. Laarni did the same by burying her face in Carrie’s cunt. Her face was drenched in Carrie’s fluids, but Laarni didn’t mind. She kept eating Carrie up, in turn making Carrie come some more until Carrie could no longer take it. She gave a small shriek of pleasure. Her hips moved up and down, and in one moment of deep arousal, her body secreted the juices of pleasure. Laarni lapped these up as well, making Carrie come one more time before collapsing into a weak and shuddering heap at the couch.
Laarni lost her strength too, and she collapsed on top of Carrie as well, with her face still on Carrie’s cunt and her cunt directly above Carrie’s face. Both girls were breathless. Their hearts were racing furiously, and both girls were trying to catch their breath. Carrie shut her eyes. Unknowingly Laarni did the same. They lay like that for several more minutes, until Laarni sat up and got off the couch.
Carrie jerked awake. With a gasp, she sat upright too. Laarni was now sitting beside her, smiling at her playfully. Carrie seemed to be transported back to her old self, the self which had not been kissed and fucked by a girl, the self which was an integral part of her until an hour ago. Carrie blushed furiously. This made Laarni laugh, and she reached out and gave Carrie’s breast a playful tweak. Carrie started, and she felt another slice of lust and pleasure in between her legs.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” Laarni said, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “You know what? I think I’ll like having you over here.”
Carrie grinned back. Amazing, but her shyness seemed to have magically disappeared. “I think I’ll like being over here too,” she said.
And was pushed back into the couch again by Laarni.
Come In, Jill
Working at the Whale’s residence is something Jill always looks forward to. Mr. and Mrs. Whales are simply very good and heart warming people. Plus, the house is gorgeous. It is a ten-room mansion, with its own infinity pool, a lush garden, and a well manicured lawn. Their son, Malik is 7 and is pretty much an adult with a world of his own. He is often on the attic or his room, but his extremely adorable once on the mood.
Mrs. Whales---Gladys, as she wants to be addressed is a svelte woman in her mid-thirties. She’s always dressed elegantly and her hands glitter with enough diamonds that can blind someone if they stare too long. From time to time, Jill would sneak in her closet just to see her collection of stilettos and perfumes. She’s beautiful and filthy rich. She’s often away on business trips as she is in-charge of their chain of restaurants all over the country.
Mr. Whales----Pierre, is someone who could be mistaken as a Hollywood actor with his brown hair and stormy grey eyes that seem distant and aloof, but mellows down to a peaceful deep blue shade when he’s in good mood. Jill never saw much of Mr. Whales during her first few weeks working for the family. He’s been on a Caribbean cruise and had just returned, looking all tanned and god-like.
This particular
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