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And if you can’t hold back, neither can she. Karen comes for you and it sounds much louder than Felicia’s orgasm, you proudly note.

“Oh Rao… oh Rao…” Karen keeps whispering as she sinks down into her seat, still jerking you off. Her grip seems to grow tighter the more that the rest of her goes limp.

Even now, with her mind completely fuck-drunk on how you’ve fingered her, she still knows the right rhythm to keep your cock happily moving closer and closer to climax.

She keeps working her hips against the steering wheel, her legs wide open and her pants pulled down enough to let you reach into them. You pump your hand even faster, feeling her folds convulse around your fingers. Warm little droplets of her cream cover your hand and run down your arm.

Karen’s still moaning, but Felicia isn’t—she’s long since finished up. You can’t see her ass thrusting up and down anymore, which is a shame, but it also frees you up to give Karen all the attention her voluptuous body deserves.

And you give her maybe a little more besides, all you’ve got, covering those stupendous breasts with kisses and fingering her right through her orgasm, into another.

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