Creampied By The Sitter's Boyfriend

Sophia Burns straddles Tyler on the client's couch, his cock deep inside her as she rides hard. Their clothes scattered on the living room floor when the door opens. Sophia Locke stands there, briefcase in hand. They freeze. She locks the deadbolt. Sets down her bag. "I haven't been touched in seven months," she says flat out. "I need to watch." Tyler stays hard. Sophia Burns bites her lip, then starts moving again, grinding slower, putting on a show. Sophia Locke sinks into the armchair five feet away, one hand already sliding beneath her skirt. They fuck faster once they see how turned on she is. The wet sound of skin slapping skin fills the room. Tyler grips Sophia Burns' ass, spreads her wider so Sophia Locke gets a clear view of him sliding in and out. She bites her knuckle, breath catching. Sophia Burns pulls Tyler deeper and looks straight at the woman in the chair. "Get over here," she says. "We won't bite. Unless you want us to."