Sarah turned, catching his gaze. 'Kids are out cold, Mr. Thompson,' she said with a sly smile, her voice husky. She stepped closer, her full breasts brushing against his arm as she passed. Mark swallowed hard, his cock twitching in his jeans at the forbidden thrill. She was young enough to be his daughter, but that only made his pulse race faster. Before he could process it, his babysitter leaned in, her lips inches from his. 'I've seen how you look at me,' she whispered, her hand sliding up his thigh. Mark's breath hitched, but he didn't pull away. Her fingers found the bulge in his pants, squeezing gently. 'Fuck, you're hard already.' She unzipped him, freeing his thick cock, veined and throbbing in her palm. Mark groaned as she stroked him slowly, her grip firm. 'This is wrong,' he muttered, but his hips bucked forward. His babysitter grinned, dropping to her knees on the cool tile floor. She licked the tip of his cock, tasting the salty pre-cum, then took him deep into her mouth. Her lips stretched around his shaft, sucking with wet, slurping sounds that echoed in the quiet kitchen. She bobbed her head, tongue swirling along the underside, her free hand cupping his balls and massaging them.