You can't pull yourself away.

How could you stop watching the hottest shit you've ever seen in your life? You have watched your fair share of bimboi babysitter porn. Hell, you've watched a small country's fair share of bimboi babysitter porn. Watching it on your phone or even cast up on the big screen while dad's away is one thing, live and raw and so close you can smell it is another.

Wanda is already bent over your father's huge, wooden desk with her skirt flipped up and her round, ripe ass swaying eagerly, almost tauntingly back and forth, with only the thinnest flimsiest fabric of her thong between her and your daddy's dick. If it was you staring at that succulent, swinging peach, your face would already be buried between them and trying to squeeze the juice out on your lips.

Your father takes a different tack, raising his hand high and then SLAMMING it down on her creamy cheek! She stifles a sob and you see her right cheek redden. Your cock strains in your pants and you feel a pang of guilt for deriving pleasure from her pain. That is, until Wanda sways her ass even more aggressively and moans, "Spank me harder, Daddy!"

SMACK THWACK SPANK SHLAPP

The stinging sound of heated hard hands striking fragile flesh fill the room, but not so loud that you can't hear Wanda's masochistic moans of pleasure. Apparently the tough as nails tigress melts under the heat of a rosy rump and becomes as meek, mewling kitten. You store that information away for later use, though you don't exactly know how you will apply it without your dad's size advantage. He pauses his onslaught when it "You better not try any of these tricks on my innocent son. If I come home and find him as twisted and turned out as you, I'll make sure to find a punishment even YOU won't enjoy!"

You are hit with a conflicted cocktail of horniness and emotion. You can't believe your dad is looking out for you, but you also can't stop looking as his massive prick rubbing up and down Wanda's bouncy buttocks. Either way, you can't look away as inch after inch of his impossibly long cock disappear inside her. For all her earlier tough talk, she's surprisingly silent now, save for the muffled moans and whispery whimpers. You wonder which one is the real Wanda. Was she putting on the hardass act so your dad would show her how soft and submissive she is on the inside? Or are these little purrs and mewls just a smoke screen to get your domineering daddy to let down his guard and leave her alone with you?

That question remains unanswered for now as other more pressing, probing questions push it aside. Like, on a scale of one to Ed Gein, how fucked up is it that you got the biggest boner of your life watching your father fuck the cum out of a butch bimboi babe? Why can't you stop staring as his shaft saws in and out of her hot hole? How can he be so much bigger than you? Did you get your mom's genes for your dick? More importantly, why are you watching his wood when you have Wanda's alluring ass to ogle? That and so many more questions flood your mind as your dad continues to punish fuck the pretty punk as she sprays the desk with her sticky seed.

"You can AAH pretend I'm Aaron if EEE it helps you OOOOH cum NNF faster...Daddy." Wanda teases and your eyes bulge, your mouth hangs open, and your dick drools as you wait to see how he will respond to the pervy provocation. He doesn't actually want to pound your plump ass...does he? And why is that thought so titillating when it should be taboo? You don't get time to explore your conflicted cravings, as he takes the bait and starts fucking her so hard that her face ends up plastered with her own shameful spurts which she licks up shamelessly as she tosses a little wink towards your direction!

"How dare you use his NNNG name in such AAAH a vile sentence?! He's an NNF angel! I would NNGGH never! I...GGGRR ROOOOOOOAAAAAAR!" Your father explodes both auditorily and internally as he fills the room with his rage and Wanda's cunt with his cum. You aren't sure if that proves her point or his, and you don't have time to think it over as your own cock erupts untouched. You put a hand over your mouth to stifle a moan, but not quick enough for your father's ears to perk up and pick up on the sound coming from behind the door. You have no time to think, only react...