its embarrassing how much i get turned on by cliches. Like, oh nooo, the dad i’m babysitting for has offered to drive me home because it’s late at night and he wants to ‘make sure i get home safe,’ it would be such a shame if he started acting weird and pervy as soon as we were alone in the car. it would be sooooo awful if i noticed the way he glances over at me while his hand slides over my thigh. it would soooo soo bad if he were to pull over on an old back road that’s so desolate there aren’t even street lamps to light the way, so quiet, far enough from the nearest house that no one’ll hear the noises he rips out of me as soon as he can wrangle me in the backseat. ofCOURSE it’d be sooooo bad, but it’d also be so incredibly hot :,) letting ourselves forget his wife and kid waiting for him back home, too disgustingly horny to control himself as he pounds into the boy half his age
