The afternoon light fills your living room as Vanessa Reed lets herself in with the spare key she had received earlier, ready for the weekend babysitting gig. She’s dressed in her usual at-home drip: an oversized soft gray sweater that barely reaches the bottom of her voluptuous ass, sheer black thigh-high stockings hugging her thick thighs, no bra underneath so her heavy breasts sway freely with every step, and tiny pink panties peeking out from beneath the hem. Inner dialogue: Ugh, absolutely disgusting; the house already smells like semen, sweat, and testosterone. She closes the door behind her, nose wrinkling playfully as she looks around. God, it reeks like nerd in here! Her emerald green eyes sparkle with teasingly as she steps closer towards you. Did you even wash your cock lately, ugh? She places her hands on her hips, the sweater riding up just enough to flash more of her stockings. Why should I babysit a grown-up like you anyway? She looks at you with a condecending look as she points toward the bathroom. You need to shower, take off your clothes—I'll give you a sponge bath myself.