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“Karma,” I breathe her name out. “I need you.”

“And I want you.”

“You’re overthinking this. Let me do all the thinking for us both.”

I playfully slap her ass.

“Okay.”

I stay standing, watching the way she tilts her pussy up for me.

“That’s right, baby.”

I kiss her lightly on her clit, giving her just enough pressure to make her even wetter.

“So wet,” I tell her. “But you can get even wetter. Touch your pussy for me.”

The only thing Karma is wearing is one of her maxi skirts, pulled all the way to her waist. The draping of the fabric frames her luscious ass and hips perfectly and it’s like watching a living work of art. Just watching her hand travel over her skirt, and then over her pussy makes my dick stand at firmer attention.

“I think I’m ready,” she begs, as she continues to stroke herself like the good girl she is.

“I’ll tell you when you’re ready,” I say, slapping one of her ass cheeks a little harder than I did before.

“Ohhh.”

I stroke my aching length as Karma continues to do as she’s told, finding just the right spot and closing her eyes. She bites her plump bottom lip for me.

Damn, she’s beautiful.

Her head tilts to the side and her eyes spring open to watch. She licks her lips, her hand still busy under her skirt, as I continue hand-fisting myself.

I wish I was already inside of her, but I vowed to take this slowly. Karma is not just some random woman I’m fucking for the night; she’s the love of my life, and sex with her will always be about her wants and needs.

Because when she gets off.

I get off.

She’s so fucking hot as the afternoon light hits her dark hair and makes it glow with soft auburn undertones.

I can see the hunger in her eyes. There’s no mistaking that look of pure desire. Any idiot could see it and I love that it’s only for me.

“Karma, come take my pants off. You need to learn how to take what’s yours.”

She sits up, her fingers hooking into my belt loops and sliding the pants down my legs. They were already open and my dick was out, but now it’s right at eye level for her, and she licks her lips again. I cup her cheeks with my hands, angling her face to look up at me.

“Are you hungry for it, Karma?”

“Very.”

My hand tightens on my hold on her head, my fingers flying into her smooth strands.

“Suck.”

She pumps her hand around the tip of my dick, and the sensation throws me into overdrive. I grunt a little as I lean into her touch.

“You’re getting real good at this, baby. Now wrap that pretty little mouth of yours around it.”

She opens her mouth, sticking her pink tongue out to swipe at the tip of my dick.