My Babysitter

Belle Knox strolls into the spa, and bam—Ariella Ferrera gets hit with déjà vu like a ton of bricks. They lock eyes, both thinking, 'Wait, you look familiar.' Turns out, Ariella was Belle's babysitter way back when the kid was knee-high to a grasshopper. Fast-forward 18 years, Belle's all curves and confidence now, and Ariella's struggling not to drool. As the massage heats up, hands sliding over slick skin, neither woman can hold back. Their old connection sparks into full-blown lust, gotta see how far they've come. Ariella takes charge, teasing Belle's body to the edge of frenzy. She slides down, locks onto that smooth shaved pussy, and unleashes her wicked tongue—strong strokes that turn the rubdown into pure ecstasy. Belle's tiny frame tenses, quivers building like a storm. Ariella leans in with some dirty whispers, 'You like that, don't you, my little grown-up secret?'—pushing Belle wilder. Ariella devours that sweet spot ravenously, lapping and sucking till Belle's moaning loud. Then she swings around, plants her seasoned pussy right on Belle's eager face, grinding until she explodes, soaking that pretty teen mug in hot waves.