Sometimes it just takes seconds." I know," Karen said. "Ever do it with water running onto your pussy?"Laura's eyes widened. "What?" I can see you nev...r have, or you'd know." Tell me about it."Karen's black eyes turned mischievous. "Why don't I show you?" God yes."Still deliciously naked, her smooth black skin speckled with shower dew, Karen climbed back into the bathtub and lay down on her back. Sliding down closer to the tap, she spread her legs and propped her heels up against the tiled. "Just like that," he said, placing his hands on her hips. She waited patiently as he caressed her ass and lined himself up, like he was carefully taking what she served him on a platter. When the head of his cock slipped past her pussy lips, she started to say, "Oh, did you want..." and tried to get up, but it faded into a gasping cry of surprise as he pushed her back down and shoved himself balls-deep into her pussy. As soon as his overengorged fuckstick slammed into the back of her pussy, he. Immediately, he was uncomfortable. The jockeys were too tight. His penis grew even harder, straining against the underwear. He looked at himself in the mirror again. At least he couldn't see the outline of it against his leg. It was terribly uncomfortable, but nobody would laugh.He put on his jeans and shoes and a shirt and went downstairs. Mom and Mrs. Thorn were still in the kitchen, having tea. He went out to the garage and turned on the light. The car was waiting patiently for him. He stood. My pussy was still soaking wet as I covered him and worked myself down. Taking most of him was easy while sitting upright supporting myself with my hands on his ribs. Taking the last of him was quite a bit of work. All the time he is urging me on, telling me how tight I was and what a great a job I was doing. I climaxed a couple times just working him inside. Then, with his hands pushing my hips down hard he tells me he is all mine. The fullness felt incredibly addicting. Don’t move, he tells.