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Finding Karen’s fulsome clit without difficulty—it was just as lusciously extravagant as the rest of Karen’s physique—Linda circled her fingertip on the bud. Karen helplessly moved her hips up and down with the grinding touch, all of that sensual body enslaved to Linda’s slender finger. Linda gave her clitoris one last rub, then brought her finger down to Karen’s cunt, pushing it inside while her thumb stayed on Karen’s clit, feeling it pulse as she was penetrated.

Now Karen’s hips lost the rhythm of their motion. They frantically pumped the same way Karen was hoarsely panting, her breasts quivering as she tried simply to get in enough air to fuel the sensations running rampant in her body. Something else she was trying to get enough of—she pushed her cunt against Linda’s hand, desperately trying for enough of its touch to sate her.

But Karen could tell she’d need more. “Eat me!” she cried. “Eat my pussy, you little terror!”

Linda smiled to herself. She certainly was going to do that, but she was going to do something else too. She was going to domesticate Karen—for as long as she could, at least.

Right now, she could do anything she wanted to Karen. She would, too. But Linda was going to give Karen what she wanted to give her, not what Karen asked for. Well, not just what Karen asked for.

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