Breeding the Babysitter #22: Diana - Breeding the Babysitter, #22

They were on a tropical beach instead of suffering in the cold Washington DC air. Just the warm sand, surf, and their naked bodies. Everywhere they touched, it felt like they were one. It was a bliss that Diana had never known. He was leaning over her. Blocking out everything. Any other time, she would have wanted to be captivated by this place but instead, there was only him. Her thighs were opened and they cradled his hard body.
Welcoming. Her hands held him close. Desperate. Her lips opened for his kiss. Yearning. Her core was demanding his presence. Dripping with need so strong.