Babysitting Lesbians: Caught on the Couch

Abigail and Whitney left the babysitter alone, but Whitney didn't trust the girl. She came home early and saw Jill touching herself on their couch. Abigail looked through the window and shrugged it off. They walked in anyway. Jill froze, legs spread, fingers slick, the screen still playing wet sounds. Whitney's mouth dropped open. Abigail told her to relax. Jill said sorry, then offered to make it right. Whitney asked how. Jill looked at both of them and said the three of them could fuck. Whitney called her crazy, but Abigail smiled, stepped closer, and kissed Jill first. Whitney tried to stay angry. Her eyes kept dropping to Jill's open legs. Her own hand found Abigail's waist. Then Whitney's skirt was on the floor and Jill's mouth was between her thighs. Abigail stripped, heavy tits swinging free, pierced nipples hard. She pressed behind Whitney and reached around to hold her open while Jill licked. Jill climbed up, kissed Whitney deep, and Abigail pushed two fingers inside her from behind. Whitney stopped talking. She bent over the couch, took Jill's tongue again, then Abigail's cock-thick strap, then Jill's mouth on her clit while Abigail fucked her slow. Sweat gathered under Jill's small breasts. Abigail's curves filled every space left. They switched places until nobody cared whose turn it was, only how deep, how wet, how loud they could get before the neighbors noticed.