Corrupting Her Innocence

Rosie shows up for another regular babysitting gig. Jack greets her the same way he always does—warm, easy, like nothing's up. She forgot her laptop and Jack hands his over without thinking twice, then heads out for work. Later, she opens the screen and there's porn staring right at her. Full-screen. No way that was an accident. She clicks away fast, but the image sticks. Jack comes home and suddenly every conversation turns filthy. He asks about her boyfriend, then keeps going—does he fuck her ass? Has she let a guy bust in her mouth? Rosie blushes, but Jack just laughs, says they're both grown, no harm in talking straight. She tries Jack’s tips on her boyfriend anyway. Blowjobs get sloppier, she bends over and spreads, offers her ass the way Jack told her. The guy ghosts her instead. When she tells Jack the boyfriend dumped her, he doesn’t sugarcoat it: she’s just boring in bed. If she wants to keep a man, she needs practice—the real kind. And who better to give it than the guy already in her head? Next thing, she’s on Jack’s bed, red hair spilled across his pillow, perky natural tits out, panties yanked aside. He slides straight into her ass, raw, balls-deep, no warm-up. Every thrust makes her whimper, but she pushes back, taking it because she asked for this. When he pulls out, he feeds his cock straight from her ass to her mouth, and she sucks like she’s starving—red lips stretched, spit and lube shining on her chin. He flips her again, plugs her ass wider, then paints her tongue with another load she swallows without blinking. By the time he’s done, Rosie knows exactly what she’s good for and doesn’t mind a bit.