Cougariffic: Pretend Parent

Eliza knocks like she owns the place, expecting Mrs. Donovan. Wrong house, but who cares—Sheena Ryder opens up and sees the sitter’s body first, curves begging for trouble. Eliza says she’s there to watch the kid. Sheena just smiles and says, “You found the right door.” Lie feels good, so she runs with it. Inside, every sentence is bullshit: favorite blanket color, how many teeth the imaginary toddler has, all of it cooked up on the spot. Eliza wants to see the little one’s favorite toy, and Sheena scrambles, comes back grinning with a goddamn whisk like that makes any kind of sense. Before more questions fly, Sheena decides fun beats the fib and slides in close—hand on Eliza’s waist, voice low and dirty. Eliza freezes, caught off guard, but Sheena kisses her hard enough to chase the doubt away, promises the kid’s already napping and they’ve got time. Tongues sloppy, shirts peel off, both pairs of tits out, nipples hard and sucked. Jeans hit the floor next. Sheena drops, tongue quick and greedy on Eliza’s soaked pussy; Eliza cums loud, then flips Sheena, returning the favor, licking until Sheena’s thighs shake. They’re sprawled on the couch, still panting, when Eliza finally checks the address on her phone. Too late, and too good. She shrugs, grins, and lets Sheena pull her back for round two.