Kara invaded the recesses of his mouth, feeling the inexplicable desire to plunder his very throat, echoing the thrust she desired from his body into her own. Never before had she seduced a man, always demurring to his desire with pleasure, but never this level of hunger.
If she hadn't been so single minded in her horniness, she might have marveled at this change in her behavior.
Grinding against his burgeoning hardness, her breath started to come in labored gasps, as strange mewling sounds emerged from her throat.
"Fuck me," she demanded. "Now. Here."
Wedging her hand between them, she unbuttoned the fly of his pajama bottoms, his constant uniform these days. Just a day before, she had despaired at the slovenly way he lounged around in these dreadful plaid things. Now, due to their easy access to the parts of him that interested her so much, she blessed them. She was delighted to find that his cock, hardening and hot, was reachable through the gap in the boxers she found underneath the flannel. Rough pubic hair stood abrasive against her fingers, in contrast to the velvety textures of his erection.
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