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As soon as my wife introduced me to our new babysitter, I knew it was gonna be a long, hot summer. She was a beautiful young woman with long dark hair, deep brown eyes, and a curvaceous figure that was impossible to ignore. From the moment I saw her, I felt my body respond in methods I couldn’t control. I tried to brush it off as simple attraction, but deep down I knew it was something more.

Over the next few weeks, as our babysitter spent more and more time with us, I found myself struggling to keep my desires in check. Every time she walked past me, her hips swaying seductively, I felt my cock twitch with need. I tried to stay professional, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.

One night, when my wife was out with friends, I found myself alone with the babysitter for the first time. We sat on opposite ends of the couch, watching TV in silence, but the tension in the air was palpable. I could feel her eyes on me, and I knew she was aware of the effect she was having on me.

Without warning, she got up from the couch and walked over to me, her hips swaying in a way that was impossible to ignore. She straddled my lap, slowly grinding her hips against my growing erection. I should have pushed her away, but I couldn’t withstand her any longer. I leaned in and kissed her deeply, my tongue exploring her mouth as she moaned softly.

She pulled away, a wicked twinkle in her eye, and whispered in my ear, “Do you want to play a game?”

I couldn’t withstand nodding my head in agreement. She took my hand and led me to the bedroom, where she instructed me to lie down on the bed. With a sly smile, she began to explore my body, running her hands over my chest and abs, teasing my nipples as I moaned softly in pleasure.

She moved down my body, her tongue leaving a trail of fire in its wake. When she reached my cock, she wasted no time in taking it in her mouth, sucking and licking me until I was on the verge of losing control. But before I could come, she pulled away, a wicked smile on her lips.

“You’re not allowed to come until I say so,” she said, crawling up my body and straddling me once again.

In that moment, I was completely at her mercy. I had never felt so wild, so out of control, and I knew that I would do anything to please her. She rode me hard, her body writhing against mine as she moaned in pleasure. Finally, with a wicked grin, she allowed me to come, my orgasm washing over me in a wave of pleasure.

As we lay there, panting and covered in sweat, I knew that I had crossed a dangerous line. I was married, and she was the babysitter. But in that moment, none of that seemed to matter. All that mattered was the passion and desire that we shared, and the knowledge that we would both be willing for more.
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