Chelsea shows up at this giant house and her jaw basically hits the floor. She’s stuck thinking about her own place—thin walls, her parents yelling through them every night. Lydia and Anthony greet her like she’s the guest of honor and wave her inside. They sit her down for what’s supposed to be a babysitting interview. Chelsea answers straight, maybe a little too straight, letting slip that home isn’t exactly a hug. Lydia and Anthony keep smiling, but the questions drift from “Do you like kids?” to “What’s your bra size, sweetheart?” Chelsea’s smile starts to twitch. Then the couple drops the act. No baby on the way—they want Chelsea to play the part instead. They’ll pamper her, spoil her, keep her away from all that noise at home, if she’ll let them treat her like their perfect little toy. Chelsea’s wide-eyed for a second, then the offer sinks in. Safety, cash, attention, and two hot rich people focused entirely on her? Hard to turn down. Before long the clothes come off. Lydia’s hands, big and warm, cup Chelsea’s tits like she’s been waiting all week. Anthony steps in close, hard already, and the couple takes turns tasting every inch they’ve just bought the rights to. Chelsea ends up on her back, legs spread, while Lydia licks slow circles around her clit and Anthony slides his cock between her lips. They switch, flip her, fuck her deep, and keep the dirty talk light and filthy—telling her how pretty she looks stuffed, how good it feels to have a “daughter” who moans this loud. By the time they’re done, Chelsea’s flushed, sticky, and smiling. The rent’s paid, the fridge is full, and these two can’t get enough of her. Maybe this kinky little arrangement isn’t so bad after all.
Chelsea shows up at this giant house and her jaw basically hits the floor. She’s stuck thinking about her own place—thin walls, her parents yelling through them every night. Lydia and Anthony greet her like she’s the guest of honor and wave her inside. They sit her down for what’s supposed to be a babysitting interview. Chelsea answers straight, maybe a little too straight, letting slip that home isn’t exactly a hug. Lydia and Anthony keep smiling, but the questions drift from “Do you like kids?” to “What’s your bra size, sweetheart?” Chelsea’s smile starts to twitch. Then the couple drops the act. No baby on the way—they want Chelsea to play the part instead. They’ll pamper her, spoil her, keep her away from all that noise at home, if she’ll let them treat her like their perfect little toy. Chelsea’s wide-eyed for a second, then the offer sinks in. Safety, cash, attention, and two hot rich people focused entirely on her? Hard to turn down. Before long the clothes come off. Lydia’s hands, big and warm, cup Chelsea’s tits like she’s been waiting all week. Anthony steps in close, hard already, and the couple takes turns tasting every inch they’ve just bought the rights to. Chelsea ends up on her back, legs spread, while Lydia licks slow circles around her clit and Anthony slides his cock between her lips. They switch, flip her, fuck her deep, and keep the dirty talk light and filthy—telling her how pretty she looks stuffed, how good it feels to have a “daughter” who moans this loud. By the time they’re done, Chelsea’s flushed, sticky, and smiling. The rent’s paid, the fridge is full, and these two can’t get enough of her. Maybe this kinky little arrangement isn’t so bad after all.
