[ It's all she needs to finally reach that point, pleasure throwing her into ecstasy and she loses control for that moment. Her body arches into his, walls clenching around his fingers, her climax all over his hand as she calls out something. Or maybe it's just a yell that was supposed to be his name and didn't come out that way at all. Who knows. She doesn't.
Karen just knows it's felt like 84 fucking years since she's been able to have an orgasm like this.
Her hand has left his cock and is gripping the hem of the front of his shirt instead, knuckles pressed into the bare skin above his stomach. Whether to keep herself anchored or keep him close is anybody's guess. Maybe a little bit of both. ]
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Karen just knows it's felt like 84 fucking years since she's been able to have an orgasm like this.
Her hand has left his cock and is gripping the hem of the front of his shirt instead, knuckles pressed into the bare skin above his stomach. Whether to keep herself anchored or keep him close is anybody's guess. Maybe a little bit of both. ]