Babysitter, Compared

Story Excerpt

We came home late, and walked into a challenge. Vanessa, my wife, was done pretending she didn’t see me staring at Chloe, our nineteen-year-old babysitter with the painted-on shorts and a mouth that doesn’t back down. One taunt turned into a hands-on comparison: spanking, squeezing, tasting, thick versus tight, bounce versus bite. Then it got filthy. They sixty-nined for my eyes only, begged me to choose, and made me switch holes until I couldn’t stand. Rimming, anal, spit-swapping, and a messy tie I had to break the only way I could. If you like hard competition, ass-worship, F/F heat with a very lucky man in the middle, and no-break pacing, this night is everything you ever wanted, loud, shameless, and dripping.