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Here is the background. This is a fictional story.
**Kate**: *F23. Main female of the story. 5’5″, b cup, slender, perfect ass. Feisty, irritable, playful at times, defensive, sexy, vanilla with subpar past sexual partners. Jen’s slightly older sister.*
**Jack**: *M25. Main male of the story. 6’0″, athletic, womanizer-type, suave, confident, amazing lover.*
**Jen**: *F22. Kate’s younger sister. 5’6″, c cup, slender, not as good as Kate’s ass. Typical, slutty, yet romanticizes too much.*
**Setting**: *Kate’s apartment*
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****Knock, knock****
Kate nervously shifted her bare feet, walking from her kitchen towards her front door to answer it. She was simply dressed in a slightly oversized gray sweatshirt with a light blue thong and a white bra underneath. It made it like as though she was bottomless, though she wasn’t. She made it to the door, took a deep breath, and then slowly opened it.
Storming in mid-conversation, Jen let herself in, barely waiting for Kate to get out of her way as she barreled in like a freight train. She had been expecting Jen to come by, having received her numerous alarming texts of a ‘serious situation’ about 30 minutes prior to her arrival. This was the second day since Jack and the events of Kate’s awakening.
She had never seen her sister this upset before, at least not in recent years. Kate, looking a bit puzzled, quickly closed the door, locked it and cautiously stepped back in front of Jen who had her back turned to the door, seemingly fuming. She kept her eyes on Jen as she passed and then Kate motioned to her to come to the kitchen.
“Jen? Let’s go to the kitchen. Let me get you something.” Kate said to calm her.
“Fine.” Jen said somewhat flustered. She followed Kate in and took a seat at her counter on a stool. Kate reached into a cabinet and grabbed a glass for Jen, filling it with some water and handed it to her.
“What’s going on? Why are you so upset?” Kate asked with concern in her voice. She planted her hands wide on the counter, ready to solve her sister’s great troubles.
“It’s Jack!” Jen whined as she finally looked up at her sister.
Kate suddenly felt a bit pale and wondered if her sister knew of Kate’s indiscretions.
“Yeah, you won’t-” Jen cut herself off and looked at Kate intently who was looking on at Jen with genuine concern.
“What is up with that choker that you’re wearing? That’s not really your style.” Jen remarked and giggled.
Caught off guard, Kate slowly leaned back a bit and reached up and touched what she would otherwise refer to as her collar, and blushed a bit as she had forgotten to take it off prior to Jen’s arrival. She was a bit insecure about it now that her sister had seen it.
Stammering for a dignified response, Kate finally said, “Uh…uh….yeah, it’s new…a new thing I’m trying. I don’t know? It makes me feel sexy?…Kinky, I guess?” Her face started to heat up as this was so humiliating for her to be caught by her sister, someone who she saw regularly. She didn’t lie. Part of her really thought that she did look cute with it on as Jack had told her and she did reluctantly agree with his assessment after he had left that day. However, another part of her couldn’t let go of his commanding her to keep it on for him. She thought that she would have saw him yesterday and against her stronger-willed nature, or so she thought, didn’t want to disappoint him. She wanted to be ashamed of herself for thinking like that, but found that to be fading away from her as she slowly had begun to accept her new relationship with Jack.
Jen, a bit distracted from her own troubles momentarily, giggled and said teasingly, “Naughty Kate…so unlike you! You are soooo red right now!…I just know that there is a guy behind you wearing that and you’re going to tell me all about him one of these days!”
Kate nervously giggled as well and attempted to lessen her own embarrassment by doing so. The thought of revealing ‘the guy’ to Jen made her giggle for a bit longer than was natural as she was so nervous.
***Yeah, sure, Jen. I’ll even bring the flowers for my own funeral as I tell you.***
Jen’s giggles died off and she turned back to being more serious and looked down at the water in her glass before she bellowed, “He did it again! He cheated on me!”
“Who, Jack?” Kate innocently questioned, playing dumb, trying to avoid eye contact with Jen. She turned her back to open her fridge and reached in for an apple before turning back around.
“I mean, I’m sorry, Jen, but it’s not like it’s the first time that he’s done that….right?” Kate asked gingerly not wanting to hurt her sister’s feelings, already knowing the answer to her question.
“Yes, you’re right.” Jen said a bit more upset now. Kate delicately surveyed the situation and wondered why this time was any different than all the other times as she then lifted the apple up to her luscious lips before she sunk her teeth into it for a bite, which created a satisfactory crunch in the otherwise quiet and tense room.
***Oh, no, Kate. She found out! Darn that Jack, he must have told her! What the hell is his problem? Is he really trying to wreck my relationship with my own sister?***
Kate nervously chewed on the apple chunk in her mouth after having realized that this situation might escalate into something of a cat fight, verbal, or even non-verbal. They’ve had their share of sisterly arguments over the years and even recently, but the physical catty behavior of hair pulling, slapping, and scratching ended way back when they were in their early teens over borrowed clothes (and never returned), stolen boyfriends, crushes, and even chores. Kate wondered though if Jack’s effect on Jen was strong enough to make Jen want to harm her though. She was obsessed with this guy after all.
“But…but…this time, he said it was different.” Jen said sullenly. Kate, anxious had taken another bite of her apple, and now was nervously trying to gulp it down as she hung on to Jen’s every word.
“He said that he found another girl. Someone…..better.” Jen said, a bit embarrassed to admit.
Kate, still didn’t know whether her sister knew, but couldn’t help but express her giddiness inside at the thought of Jack not only preferring her to Jen, but even having no issue telling Jen that right to her face. A slight smile started to crack at the edge of her face, but with her quick thinking, used the apple to help conceal her excitement from her sister. She was so glad that she went to grab that apple from the fridge before Jen unloaded this. She nodded her head understandingly in support, letting her eyes convey a sense of sadness as Jen looked up briefly to gauge Kate’s response before she looked back down.
Jen sat there defeated and quiet, thinking about the situation and then twirled her finger around the outside of the glass as she stared at it. She rested her head against her right arm that she set on the counter at the elbow to prop her head up.
Kate looked on, able to get a grip on her own emotions and then used her understanding, big sister voice to try and comfort Jen, nearly forgetting that her interference was the reason for the situation.
“You know, Jen, sometimes these things just happen. Don’t worry, you’ll find another guy soo-” Kate was interrupted before she could finish.
“You have no clue what he is like, Kate!” Jen said in an almost whiny voice now.
“He knows how to treat a girl….just right…over and over.” Jen spoke again now recalling her own amazing experiences with him for Kate and clearly making references to numerous orgasms.
Kate tossed her apple core into the garbage beside her, having eaten much of it in the time that it took for Jen to continue. She washed up at the kitchen sink. She sighed and leaned over the kitchen counter that separated her from Jen and placed her right elbow up to prop her head up, letting her right foot cross over her left behind her as she became lost in her thoughts of Jack and her experience with him. She remembered vividly being forced to cum over and over and hated to admit it, but he really was the best that she’d ever had.
“Yeah…” she remarked reminiscing on it, trailed by another breathy sigh.
***He really does know what he’s doing. It seems like he knows my body better than I do.***
Jen was caught off guard by Kate’s breathy response questioned her, looking up at Kate’s face, “what?”
Stammering, Kate responded, “I mean, yeah…yeah, I’m sure he was great to you in some ways.”
It worked. Jen brushed over it and then proceeded. “He said that he didn’t need me anymore…and dumped me.”
Kate, surprised, but relieved was glad that the jerk actually kept to his word. She wanted to smile, but knew that she couldn’t. The relationship was so toxic that ending it was for the best. Her sister went right back to sulking for another minute as the silence between them was deafening. Jen broke the silence unexpectedly as though she had just remembered something.
“Listen to this,” she said mockingly, “he said that he found the ‘perfect slut’ for him and that she would be his little sex kitten!” Jen barked with disdain for the mystery girl.
Kate, upon hearing this crude description of the ‘perfect slut’ knew that it was a reference to her already, but really confirmed it when she heard the word, ‘kitten’.
“Oh, did he now?” Kate questioned slowly with anger in her voice, clearly agitated by Jen’s overtly slutty description of her.
“He must have just met her recently or something because I noticed that he kept saying ‘would’ as if the slut didn’t know what she signed up for yet…or that she was willing to do anything.” Jen said coldly.
Jen leaned in a bit more and whispered her voice a bit even though it was just the two girls in the apartment.
“You know I can be pretty slutty, but his description of this new girl made me sound like a nun!” Jen vented.
***The nerve of that guy! Who does he think he is? Treating us like a couple of sluts. Sex kitten…I’m so not his sex kitten, or play thing, or whatever!***
“I can’t believe that guy!” Kate said a bit more softly with aggression in her voice as if she didn’t mean to say it out loud.
Kate stared a hole through her sister, who was looking back down at the water, furious with Jack now, and angry that she allowed herself to be caught up in his strange kinky sexual fantasies. She used her left hand to fiddle with her collar as she angrily started to think of what to do about Jack.
Still haven’t had taken a sip of her water yet, Jen slowly looked up at Kate and started to speak again. Kate met her eyes and then realized that she was clearly a little too emotionally invested in this conversation about a guy who she told her sister to leave numerous times. She sensed that Jen might find it odd, so she tried to shift back to being a supportive sister again.
“I wish I had listened to you back when you told me to stay away from him, Kate. You always see these things from miles away and are so level-headed. You would never do something stupid like get involved with a guy like Jack. But I would be lying if I said that I wouldn’t jump back into his arms if he asked me back!”
Kate gulped, realizing that her sister was wrong and that she was in fact stupid enough to get involved with a guy like Jack.
“Whoever she is….is one lucky girl though.” Jen remarked.
Realizing that Jen was never going to drink any of her water, Kate grabbed it and stepped back, holding it up to her lips as she took a small sip, wanting to wash down that apple from earlier.
Gulping the water down her throat, she followed up quickly, “why do you say that?” She was fishing for information now, but tried to make it sound as though she was innocently curious.
“The way he talked about her…sounded like he was planning to keep her for a long time.” Jen sighed and then stood up and reached over to take the glass of water away from Kate’s lips, sipping it herself before setting it back down in the middle of the counter between them before she sat back down on her stool.
Kate thought about Jen’s words carefully, and wondered if she could reform the womanizer instead of finding some way out of his grip since he claimed to her sister to have basically found the perfect girl in Kate. Really, Jack had all the traits that Kate could have ever hoped to find in a great guy and unlike her preconceived notions of him, found that he was incredibly intimate with her, much to her shocking delight.
***Maybe I can somehow make him my boyfriend….exclusively. Was that what Jen was trying to do all along with him? Was he that intimate with her too? Was she just not good enough for him…..that she’s not me?***
Breaking from her thoughts and wanting to console Jen, she started, “You’ll be fine without him, Jen.”
Sighing and trying to take it in stride, Jen responded so unconvincingly, “maybe it was for the best.”
***Well, this girl better convince herself of that before trying to convince me.***
Kate walked around the counter and went over to the couch to sit and motioned to Jen to follow. She realized that Jen wasn’t about to let the pity party end just yet, even though Kate wanted to get on with her day. The girls talked for another 40 minutes or so about a variety of things, but Jack was brought up way too many times by Jen, of course. She kept yapping about how good looking and sexy he was, his confidence, his sexual prowess, and on and on.
It was not easy for Jen, who clearly couldn’t let go, but it was even worse for Kate who was having a difficult time keeping Jack off of her mind. She had started to become excited and moist, thinking about their encounter as the touching, the frequent forced cumming, and the overall the intimate nature of how he handled her was too much to ignore. Jen eventually finally left and went on her way, much to Kate’s delight.
She thought about heading to her bedroom to masturbate to thoughts of Jack, desperate for a release, but didn’t want to get attached to him. After all, regardless of what Jack said, either directly, or to Jen about her, she wasn’t planning on staying his as she was sure that he wouldn’t be willing to give up his womanizing ways for her. The thought of belonging to that jerk should have made her shudder, but it actually only made her wetter. Kate let out a breathy sigh and felt naughty as she quickly uncurled herself from the couch and darted to her bedroom as her primal need could not be denied any longer.
She plopped herself down on her bed and leaned up against the pillows and the additional decorative ones and laid herself on her back. She pulled up her sweatshirt to reveal her flat stomach, and then grabbed her damp wet thong by the sides and pulled it down to just below her knees as Jack did for her. She bent her legs putting herself in position. She liked looking forward and seeing that wet thong between her legs like that, stretched out like a bridge as she let her legs spread out a bit. Kate knew that she would squirt and didn’t want to get up to go grab a towel to put between her legs as she was already comfortable. She looked around impatiently, trying to see if there was anything in reach to assist her. She suddenly grabbed one of her pillows and set it between her legs, letting her feet rest on it. Finally ready, she reached down to her pussy and slipped two fingers into herself and began thrusting them in and out while also rubbing her clit frantically.
“Ugh…why did Jen have to get me so worked up, thinking about Jack? Ugh….no, this is his fault. He’s not even here and he’s making me cum for him.”
Kate didn’t care though because Jack wasn’t going to know one way or another. Wanting to spread her legs more, she rolled the thong down until it reached her ankles instead. Within minutes of her effort, she came, shuddering and squirting her juices all over the pillow instead of her bed spread. She was happy for her quick thinking with the pillow, but Kate couldn’t help but notice that Jack made her cum better than she could. Masturbation was always an easy go-to for her to release her pent up sexual tension, especially considering her past boyfriends, but this somewhat concerned her as she found herself longing for him now.
From her seated position, she grabbed the wet pillow cover and flipped it inside out, using the drier side to dab her pussy of excess moisture. Still holding the cover in her hand, she got up, keeping her feet spread out from one another to avoid letting her wet thong slip off. She was also careful to not to drag her bare butt across the bed since she was still wet from her release as the pillow cover didn’t fully clean her up.
She looked down at the wet blue thong around her ankles and the wet pillow cover in her hand. Not wanting to drop it on the floor, she waddled over to her hamper as the cool air brushed past her bare pussy and butt and dropped the cover in. Then she reached down and yanked her thong back up, even though she knew that she should change it. Something about this whole Jack thing had made her sluttier and she knew it.
She happily pranced off and left the bedroom and went on about her day.
***~20 minutes later……Knock knock***
Kate set her coffee down on the coffee table by the sofa and walked over to the door and wondered what Jen needed now. She opened the door fully expecting an earful of Jen’s voice and was shocked to see Jack standing there.
Like a deer in headlights, Kate froze. Jack smirked at her having spotted her collar on and realized that she was just shocked to see him as she didn’t respond. He took a moment outside her door to take her in from her feet to her head as she had one foot playfully wrapped behind the other in an adorably sexy pose before opening the door. Kate was a beautiful brunette, no doubt, and he affirmed in his mind that he picked well with her.
“Hey, kitten. Did you miss me?” Jack asked her in a tender, but smug manner.
Kate stammered as she didn’t think that Jack would ever just show up unannounced. After all, the last time he came over, it was at her request. Seeing that he wasn’t going to get much out of her aside from some inaudible nothings, he stepped inside without any protest from Kate as she stepped back to allow him some room as he turned, closed her front door, and locked it.
He slipped his shoes off immediately and turned to her, bridging the distance between them in the process.
“I’m glad to see that you’ve become accustomed to your collar.” He said as he looked down at her, reaching out and touching it gently. Kate was still stunned.
Without warning, he reached underneath her sweatshirt, grabbed her by her butt and picked her up into his arms. Once doing so, he held her close and tight and locked lips with her for a moment. Kate was taken completely by surprise and she couldn’t figure out why her mind wasn’t responding. Her natural instinct was to place her hands on top of his shoulders for support, which she did as a reflex. She looked him in the eyes as their lips parted, she clearly not wanting the kiss to end. It ended prematurely as she felt Jack’s hands underneath her, spreading out a bit, feeling her dampness from earlier. Given that she came in her bedroom right after Jen left, her thong was cold and somewhat dry by now, but evident to Jack.
“Uh, Kate, kitten…did you pee all over yourself before I got here?” Jack asked simply curious and intrigued about her.
Kate finally snapped out of it. She squirmed in his arms to be let down, to which Jack obliged seeing that she had become restless. He set her back down on her own feet in front of him. Taking a bit of offense to what she considered a silly question, she countered.
“Ugh…Jack, no! I did not pee all over myself before you got here.” Kate responded sternly to dignify herself. “If you absolutely must know, I was…you know……you know?”
Kate had purposely avoided being direct with him about her cumming earlier because she felt uncomfortable telling him. After all, she had no plan to tell him that she couldn’t get him out of her head and just needed a release. She hoped that he would be able to put two and two together because she certainly didn’t want to elaborate any further about her activities.
Jack stood there with his arms crossed and looked at her while pondering something. The awkward silence was too much for Kate, who wanted him to say something because she feared that she said too much already.
Before Jack could respond, she noted that he wasn’t freaked out at all at the prospect of her peeing all over herself, which led her mind to wander in thought.
***Uh…is he into that sort of thing? Would he want me to pee all over myself for him? Is that one of his kinks?…wait, eww…did Jen ever do that for him?***
Not wanting to think about Jack and Jen together at all and not really wanting to think about peeing at the moment either, she dropped the thought from her mind, but against her better judgement, blurted out her thoughts anyway.
“Wh…Why? Is that something that you’re….into?” Kate stammered and asked very nervously, crossing her arms to help make it sound less worse than it actually did, but failing. Her curiosity had gotten the best of her. As soon as the question left her mouth, she instantly regretted asking, thinking that she might convey that she would do that for him. She made a mental note that would never work against Jack, which was that she would need to ‘on guard’ around him because of this ‘effect’ that he has on her.
Kate, still waiting for a response, placed her hands on her hips now, as though Jack owed her an explanation.
Jack leaned in and brought his face closer to hers for a kiss. She backed up a half a step to avoid it because she still was waiting for him to say something….anything.
He reached his right hand up slowly towards her face, but was met with a bit of a frown and more avoidance on her part as she lightly slapped down his hand.
“No, what are you even doing here? Do you make it a habit of just showing up unannounced like this?” Kate blurted out, slightly annoyed now.
Jack ignored her and reached out again towards her face, but this time made contact. She didn’t resist this attempt, and she honestly didn’t know why. He cupped her left cheek near her hair, causing her to naturally lean her face in towards his hand. The warmth of his hand was soothing to Kate, who began to melt as he sent her plunging into a slightly weakened state, momentarily closing her eyes slowly as if salivating at his touch. Jack stepped towards her and passionately locked lips with her once again. She had closed her eyes during it and slowly opened them back up when he slowly broke the kiss, and backed away just slightly, keeping his hand on her face.
“With the whole peeing on yourself idea….you’ll just have to wait and see if I make you do that.” Jack said to her with a smirk.
“As for your not so subtle description of your orgasm…” He trailed off as he dropped his hand gently and then quickly kissed her again lightly as he leaned down towards her. “Arms up, babe.” He whispered now.
Kate was hanging on to his every word, going over them in her head again and again as she raised her arms up as he told her. Jack hoisted Kate’s sweatshirt off and tossed it over to the sofa, fixing her hair for her and gently caressing her face as he did so. Kate started to open her mouth to say something, but he did not want her to question him, so he met her with another kiss to shut her up. Having her distracted, he removed her bra and tossed it onto the sofa as well, leaving her with nothing but her collar and thong on.
He broke the kiss and quickly kneeled a bit to get underneath Kate and shifted his arm under the back of her knees and the other around her back, scooping her up into his arms like a man carrying his bride. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he then carried her off with ease to the sofa.
Kate looked up at Jack as he looked on forward and wondered about something that Jen had said earlier.
***How could call me the ‘perfect slut’ all while treating me like a princess?***
She resolved not to even bring it up, but would rather just let things play out to find out more about him.
He sat down with her and then shifted her back to an upright position. He set Kate with her bare butt down on his left thigh, making her straddle his thigh, facing forward. He wrapped his left arm around her waist, holding her close to him. She placed both of her hands on his forearm almost immediately. The abrasiveness of his jeans felt nice against her bare bottom, but she wondered why she was the only one of them who was practically naked.
Jack suddenly spotted Kate’s cup of coffee on the table, and leaned forward for it, bringing Kate forward along with him, though he had her securely in place. Kate, seeing him grab the coffee, couldn’t believe it. Jack took a sip of it as she turned her head and body slightly to question him.
“Really, right now?” Kate pounced. She took the coffee from his hand, took a sip herself, and set it back down on the table.
Jack smirked at her questioning and let go of her waist and wrapped that arm underneath her legs at the knees lifting them up to expose her butt. Using his right hand, he gave her a playful, yet firm spank on the right butt cheek before he released her and put her on his lap now.
That disciplinary spank felt so good and intimate from him to her as his warm hand made contact with her bare bottom and created that perfect satisfying skin-to-skin contact noise that she moaned ever so slightly in response to the physical contact.
“Shh, Kate.” Jack said firmly. He reached around the sides of her thong as he pulled them down for her and let them fall to her ankles. He reached down to her feet and slipped her thong off and set tossed it gently on the coffee table next to the coffee in full view of Kate.
Kate was agitated now by his dismissal of her, even if she loved being spanked by him, and for tossing her soiled underwear on the table. She stared at the shades of blue of her thong as they leapt out at her, and was somewhat glad that she kept those on now, anticipating her reward or punishment from Jack. Her butt felt the big bulge in his pants behind her as it somewhat wedged in between her bare cheeks and his jeans, lessening the slight sting of his brushing her concern aside.
“You’re so cute when you’re mad, kitten.” Jack said to her smugly.
This actually made Kate even more mad at him, subconsciously wanting to be extra cute for him, but let go of her anger as she suddenly felt it. Jack started rubbing his right hand across her wet pussy lips gently in a circular motion as he knew that it would instantly begin to calm her. It wasn’t so much the contact in and of itself, though it technically was, but for Kate it was because it was Jack doing it. Kate let out an audible gasp followed by a whimpering, breathy moan. His touch made her melt like butter. She hated that. She hated the reliance on him now as he was the only way to get a mind-blowing orgasm compared to her own attempts to produce a satisfactory one as she found out before Jack showed up.
“I’m going to make you purr again.” He said confidently as he gently patted her wet lips. It was like music to her ears; she could’ve came in his hand right then she thought, if he forced her that quickly. She let out a soft, breathy moan in response to the taps as she was so sensitive.
“I hope you’re ready, kitten.” Jack whispered softly into her ear. Kate’s thoughts flared.
***UGH…..make me cum for you…….Kate, have some self-control and get rid of this dependency on this guy….I’m not in control…he is.***
She squirmed on him, shifting her body slightly, but only wedging the hard cock in Jack’s pants further between her butt cheeks. It felt a bit awkward, but she felt so naughty sitting naked in his lap and being under his control. It was inevitable. She knew that she was in for another magical pussy pounding session, and the thought of it sent her soaring.
“Good girl, Kate. You’re so wet again.” Jack prodded. His left hand crept up her slender stomach and latched onto her right breast as he squeezed gently, which elicited another whimper from Kate.
Feeling that strange whirlwind of emotions again of embarrassment, lust, unbelievable desire, and what she believes is a repressed need to be controlled, she was conflicted about how to respond in a way that didn’t turn her into a total slut. But at this point, she was just a passenger in this vehicle controlled by her own body and of course, Jack. Suddenly, her mouth went agape as she looked forward, Jack holding her back against him as he had slowly slipped two fingers into her wet pussy. Her pussy gratefully accepted his fingers as evident by the sloshing noise of her wetness that he made her produce as he moved within her, back and forth, in and out. This was the only noise now between the two of them aside from Kate’s moans.
She started to squirm again because of how great Jack’s technique was as her pussy was so synchronized with his movements. Jack’s hand was getting soaked and so was the crotch area of his jeans where Kate was sitting on him as she leaked, her juices dripping between her butt cheeks and onto him.
Jack leaned back more, causing Kate to fall back a bit more as well against him and let go of her breast, instead using his left hand to grab her left leg, keeping it pinned open and wide, holding down her inner thigh. He interlocked his right leg over her right leg to keep both of her legs wide open for him. Kate, now overpowered and forced to be spread open was at Jack’s mercy as he now intensified his fingering of her pussy and massaging of her clit with his thumb.
Her whimpering moans intensified as she felt herself erupting.
Like a puzzle, he solved her and she panted hard as her body convulsed on top of Jack, wave after wave of her intense orgasm washing over her and her pussy forcing out her sweet juices as she moaned hard and squealed upon release. She came all over her legs, her feet, his jeans, and even splashed the coffee table.
Kate’s mind melted. She didn’t have a care in the world.
“Good girl, Kate.” Jack said, praising her.
He gently pulled his fingers out of her slowly, but still circled them around her pussy lips for a while longer as her body jolted gently a few more times in his grip. He released her left leg, which was trembling and released her right as well, allowing her to bring her legs in a bit more. He saw that she was already panting hard from the intensity of this forced orgasm and didn’t want to push her again here.
Jack carefully took the soaking wet and orgasmic Kate by the waist and lifted her fairly limp body off of him keeping her forward. He spun her around and set her against him in his lap, having spread her knees out so that she was forced to straddle him now as he held her tight in his embrace. He rubbed her left butt cheek softly in a circular motion with his left hand and caressed her head as he ran his hand down her hair as she laid her head against his left shoulder, facing his chest and more towards his face. She wrapped her arms around his neck in bliss, clutching onto him, and closed her eyes, wanting the moment for herself. He noticed her tranquil state that he brought her to and just kept her in the position, continuing to rub her booty much to her delight as he gently kissed the top of her head over her hair before he decided that it was time to take her to the bedroom.
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