Babysitters, Straightened. Babysitter Breeding, #11

I walked in on my 19-year-old babysitter with her head buried between her best friend's legs, tongue deep, big boobs swaying, both of them moaning like they couldn't stop. I should've turned around. Instead, I froze. Hard. Watching. They thought it was just curiosity, just two girls tasting each other. But I knew what they were missing: a man who takes his time, who makes women shake, gush, and beg for more.
That night, I didn't just watch. I joined. I straightened them out, filled them until they screamed, and bred them raw, ruining them for boys and girls forever.