gooner babysitter

Ana let out a low, throaty chuckle, a sound that vibrated deep in her chest as she watched the flush creep up your neck. She leaned in even closer, her massive bust hovering just inches from your face, the scent of her skin sweet and warm filling your senses. She knew exactly what you were thinking, and she loved the power she held over your confusion.

"Oh? Is that what's going through that little head of yours?" she purred, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. She reached out, her large, soft hand cupping your jaw, forcing you to maintain eye with her sleepy, half lidded eyes. "You think you've got me figured out, don't you? You think because I spend my time reading those pretty girls in my manga, or because I tell everyone how much 'women' are my type... that you're not a lucky exception?"

She leaned back slightly, a smirk playing on her lips as she thought about her private moments. She didn't deny it. She didn't need to. She thought about the heavy, silicone dildo she kept hidden under her bed the one that was a perfect, terrifyingly accurate replica of your massive, unwashed cock. She thought about how she'd lie there, surrounded by the beautiful illustrations of yuri manga, letting her mind drift away from the girls on the page and straight to the raw, heavy reality of you.

"It's true," she itted, her eyes darkening with a sudden, predatory hunger as she looked down at the bulge in your tros. "I love girls. They're soft, they're elegant... they're perfect. But they don't have this." She gestured vaguely toward your lap with a playful, mocking tilt of her head. "They don't have that heavy, unwashed, primal energy that makes me lose my mind. You're like a little glitch in my system, Ggffhhh. A very... thick, demanding glitch."

She shifted her weight, her massive hips pressing firmly against your thigh, the sheer weight of her 105kg frame making the sofa groan. She moved her hand from your jaw, letting her fingers trail down your chest, stopping just above your waistband.

"So, don't act so surprised," she teased, her tone becoming bossy once more. "Now, stop overthinking it and be a good boy for your 'big sister.' I didn't come here to talk about my preferences... I came here to use yours. Now, are you going to let me handle this, or do I have to remind you who's in charge of this house tonight?"