Babysitter Phone Sex For the Ultimate Little Girl Fantasy

When visiting my brother last weekend, I met his young babysitter phone sex girl, Nyla. As my brother and I were talking, I leaned against the kitchen counter, watching her. Obviously, he knew what preoccupied my mind. With a laugh, he whispered to me that he completely understood.

So, my grip tightens on my coffee mug as Nyla stretches out on the living room floor. While my nieces and nephew climb over her like she’s a human jungle gym. Instinctively, I reached over and started to rub my brother’s growing bulge.

Now, my fingers curl around my brother’s shaft through his jeans. Ultimately,I can feel it pulse and harden beneath my touch. His breathing gets heavier beside me, but he doesn’t pull away.

Of course, this doesn’t stop me. Now his eyes stay locked on Nyla’s body as she rolls across the carpet. Meanwhile, her tight shirt rides up to expose a strip of pale stomach as my nieces tackle her in a fit of giggles.

Furthermore, I stroke him slowly, deliberately, matching the rhythm of my own building arousal. The fabric of his denim creates delicious friction against my palm. And my cunt clenches with each tiny whimper Nyla makes when the brats tickle her sides. And her legs kick playfully, thighs parting just enough to give me a glimpse of white cotton panties underneath her short skirt.

Babysitter Phone Sex is Full of Fantasy Fun

“Fuck,” my brother mutters under his breath, his hips shifting forward into my grip. Then, his hand finds my hip, fingers digging into my flesh as we both watch this beautiful creature writhe on his living room floor.

Moreover, I imagine what it would be like to crawl between Nyla’s thighs while my brother watches. Simply, to taste that young cunt while she continues lying on the bed. Now my strokes become faster, more urgent. My brother’s hand slides from my hip to my ass, gripping hard enough to leave marks.

Nyla glances up suddenly, catching my eye. A knowing smile curves her lips before she returns her attention to the brats. Meanwhile, the excitement builds. Ultimately, she saw what we are doing. She knows. And somehow that only makes my cunt throb harder.

“Later,” my brother whispers against my ear. “When they’re asleep.”