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Who Said Karma Has to Be a Bitch? - Part II

Date: 3/13/2016, Categories: Fiction, Asian, Incest, Interracial, Masturbation, Teen, Young, Author: DaSpark, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com

washer, pushing the door closed. Thank god the dryer was making noise to give us some cover. Karma never fought me for a minute. She was such a well trained girl, and I was jealous of who trained her. The hours and hours and hours of training, all so incredibly hot, exploring her body and teaching her how to please a man's. I grabbed my cock and jacked it a few times, and buried the shaft between her cheeks. I grabbed both of her hands and put them on the outer sides of her ass cheeks, pressing them together. She responded by pressing them enough to get good pressure on the sides of my shaft. I began to bend my knees, and then straightened, sliding my penis along the inside of the crack of her ass. It was glorious, her skin was so smooth, so soft, her ass cheeks so firm. I heard Samantha calling for Karma. Shit! I sure as hell was gonna finish, but my flexing wasn't fast enough for a quick expulsion. I looped my arms through Karma's and grabbed her and began to pull her up and pull her down in front of me, while I continued to slide my penis up and down. I started keeping a position that had my cockhead buried inside her cheeks for maximum sensation. What a site we must have been. Karma's head dropped forward, her hands pressing her ass together, my holding her up off the ground now, sliding her up and down my shaft. I loved looking down and watching my mushroom cap disappear down into her crack and then burst through the top again. God that ass was so petite and tight! "Oh ... unga Karma. Oh god you feel so good. Karma. Karma. Oh god Karma, I think I am gonna cum!" I moaned as quietly as I could into her ear. She made no reaction but held her cheeks together. I felt my orgasm rising, rising to my penis and it exploded out the top. I saw shot after shot, after shot of my semen spurting out the top of my cock. My cum soaked into her shirt and the rest dripped down onto her ass or into her ass crack, slicking up my own penis as I continued to jack my self off with her butt cheeks. "Ungh! Karma! Oh my god Karma!" My orgasm peaked and my cock became so sensitive I needed pressure. I pushed forward to Karma, still grinding my hips as my orgasm receded. My eyes were shut as I tried to regain my composure. "Ung. . . mmmmp, Mmmmp. Kaaaaaaarmmmmah. Ho god." I mumbled into her hair, my lips and nose buried. "Karma? Karma?!" I heard Samantha saying. Oh Jesus, she was right out the door. Thank god again for the dryer, or surely we would have been caught. Another moment later I heard Samantha call for her again, but further down the hall. I forced myself to open my eyes. Karma was wedged between me and the washer, and I saw her hands were now pressed up against the washer, probably because I had been pressing the delicate young flower to hard against the metal machine. I took a step back, and saw my half hard cock pull away from the crack in Karma's ass. Four long strands of gooey cum still joined the two, and it was a mental picture I will never forget. What a ...