Saving Date Night

Chloe Amour's phone lights up with bad news right as she finishes her makeup. The babysitter quits again. Chloe pleads, reminds her of all the missed dates, but the girl won't budge. Chloe hangs up, then calls Anny. "The sitter cancelled. Again," she sighs. "I keep giving her chances for her mom's sake, but fuck it—I'm done." Before they can finish the call, someone knocks at the back door. Chloe frowns, walks over, and opens it to find Anny in a tiny top and even tinier shorts, biting her lip like she’s up to something. "Babysitter," Anny says, voice sweet and cocky at the same time. Chloe blinks, catches the game, and steps back to let her in. They’re already laughing under their breath as they move to the couch, whispering about keeping quiet so the real wife doesn’t catch them. Chloe gets to it first—mouth at Anny’s chest, tongue slick against skin. Clothes drop fast. Breasts out, thighs parted. Anny’s pussy tastes hot and wet, swollen against Chloe’s tongue. She rocks her hips, moans in that low teenage pant they both enjoy. Then they switch, Anny on her back, legs in the air, licking deep while Chloe grinds down on her mouth. Finally, thighs slide together, cunts pressed slick and raw, rolling in a quick, desperate rhythm until everything tightens and breaks, leaving them sticky, panting, smiling against each other’s neck.