prepare for rear entry

"Ummm, don't worry, baby, I'm gonna make you feel goooood!" you assure your spread-eagled babysitter as she leans against the wall before you.

You slide your hands along the newly exposed skin of her hips. The only thing interrupting the satiny feel of the eighteen-year-old's hipflesh is the pink cord of her g-string's waistband. You decide to make quick work of this.

As you continue to rub against the back of the babysitter, your sliding hands find the thick cord of the waistband and your thumbs press into the flesh beneath. You bend your thumbs, catching the cord in the fleshy part of your palms. Ever so casually, you work your way down the teen's golden legs, dragging the g-string down with you.

From your new vantage point near the backs of her knees, you see the silky crotch of the thong remain stuck against her sex before separating wetly from the pulpy pussylips.

You stand up again, leaning in to nuzzle the brunette's sweet-smelling neck.

Your raging hardon finds it's way like a divining rod to the slice of her cunny.

"Ohmigod,John!" Sarah exclaims. "You've got your peter rubbing against my kitty!" she says, like this was a revelation to you.

"No," you correct. "My hard cockshaft is rubbing against your dripping twat! And soon, you tight, thong-wearing ass is gonna feel it buried deep inside it!"

Sarah's big eyes bug at your words.