Soaping Up The Sitter

Mark Wood gets a nice little shock when Elsa Jean, the usual babysitter, rolls up early for her shift. She's all smiles seeing him, same as ever, but then she hits him with, 'Mind if I set up some stuff for my massage class later?' Mark's cool with it, no biggie. But damn, she thanks him with this hug that drags on forever, her body pressed right up against his. He pulls away all awkward, mutters he's heading out, and bolts. What he doesn't catch? The second his car's gone, Elsa's kicking herself hard—'What the hell, getting that cozy with a married guy?' Later, Mark strolls back in and catches Elsa going full beast mode, scrubbing like crazy at an inflatable mattress. Turns out, she dumped a ton of gel while practicing her moves. He chuckles, tells her to chill—it's not the apocalypse. Then he offers up his shower to rinse off the mess. She's all in, grinning like she won the lottery. Mark figures that's that, right? Wrong. She's yelling for him every two seconds from the bathroom. 'Hey, this sticky shirt won't budge—can you yank it off?' He does, cheeks burning. 'Turn the hot water on?' Yup. 'Grab me some soap?' On it. He's fumbling through it all, shy as hell, but helping out. Then she drops the bomb: 'Wash my back?' Boom—tension explodes. There she is, naked and stunning, water cascading over every curve. No way he can resist that pull. They turn the shower into a steamy playground, his hands finally roaming free on her slick skin. But they don't stop there. Back on that gel-soaked mattress—the one that kicked off the chaos—they dive in deep. Elsa's got that naughty gleam as she drenches them both in oil, sliding her body over his like she's owning every inch. Lust's got no filter now; she wraps her lips around his cock, sucking him in with zero shame, then climbs on and takes him straight into her tight pussy. Game over for any restraint. Total surrender—and man, it's worth every forbidden second.