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Swingers' Slutty Babysitter
(Alana Church)

"I want to make you cum, too," Sean blurted out. 



Audrey smiled and joined them on the couch. Derek, still mostly clothed, sat down on Clover's other side. "You will, sweet boy," she said, Clover wasn't sure how she did it, but she almost seemed to flow into her boyfriend's arms, body as supple and boneless as a cat. She tugged his head down for a kiss. "I'm just giving you a chance to recover."



"I, on the other hand, need no recovery time at all," Derek said, leering at Clover cheerfully. He blinked winsomely at her. "Can you spare a poor, decrepit old man one kiss from your sweet, pink lips, fair maiden?"



It was impossible not to smile at his foolery, even though Clover knew it was for her own benefit, not his. "I suppose," she said, eyeing his tall, masculine form. He really was put together well. She scooted just a little bit closer, feeling her pussy dampen at the thrill of undressing him in front of his wife. Their heads were nearly on a level, which made things easier. Still, it was hard not to feel a moment's trepidation when she offered him her mouth. Could they really make this precarious, four-cornered arrangement work?



But then their lips touched. Derek didn't kiss like Sean. Not better. Not worse. Just?different. Despite his limitless supply of banter, Derek's mouth was strangely tentative on hers. Taking the hint, Clover opened her lips, letting her tongue play on his, showing him what she liked. Unbuttoning his shirt, she explored his chest with her fingers, finding the hair that circled his nipples, the play of hard, flat muscles that led down to his groin.



Derek sighed into her mouth, and that made her bolder. Clover couldn't take his pants off. Not at this angle. But as his hands rose to cup her breasts, his thumbs rubbing across her nipples, she could undo his belt. And unbutton his slacks. And reach in and feel, for the first time, his true size, satisfying her ravening curiosity. Oh, yeah. He's big.