Both of you make quick work of each other's pants, and Karyn is grinding into you in a way that's going to make your dick rip through your boxers on it's own.
Eargerly, you start to kiss down her face, past her neck, and down onto one of her breasts. Unfortunately, her stubborn bra clasp isn't giving way.
You grunt, and fish your hand into the pocket of your discarded pants.
"I wish this bra was gone NOW."
It vanishes, and Karyn's tits bob a little as they fall.
"Hey! That was one of my nicest!" She pretends to protest.
"I'll wish you up a nicer one." You reply, getting back to work. She lets out a little gasp as you take single nipple into your mouth, tongue spreading over it.
Not content to stop there you continue down her taught stomach, pushing her onto her back. She's more than happy to oblige you, looking down at you and breathing heavily.
Your line of kisses is stopped by the top of her white panties. There's a damp spot forming already, and she smells... wonderful. Like Karyn.
You plant a light kiss on the fabric, and she jumps. Her legs are wrapped around your neck, squeezing you tightly. Your hand finds it's way back into your pocket.
"Panties too."
They vanish, and you can see Kayn in all her glory. There's a neatly trimmed black bush sitting above her pretty, glistening wet, pussy.
"The wish didn't get your carpet, then?"
She laughs, almost hysterically.
"Joooonnnnn"
And you take her into your mouth. She gives a little yell, which quickly turns into a moan as you work your tongue over her lips. It's so different, and so familiar, all at the same time.
Even now, a part of you can't wait to try being her snatch. Spending time as a part of Karyn. Tasting this constantly.
The thought makes you plunge your tongue into her, excited to feel every part. Her feet are pressing almost painfully into you now, and you can hear her panting.
An idea occurrs to you.
Reaching down once again, you grip the small stone in your hand, and pull your mouth back a little.
"I wish that for the next half hour, my tongue was three inches longer."
It feels strange, and heavy. You give it an exploratory flick. Karyn looks down again
"That's a good look on you!" and then a frown "only thirty minutes?"
"Thut upth" you say, and plunge back into her. She's writhing as you explore, looking for her sweet spots. Your thumb begins to circle her clit.
You're not sure how long you're down there for, but you can feel Karyn climbing higher and higher. Her vocalizations are getting louder.
And then she's squeezing your tongue, hard, over and over. She lets out a satisfied "JON!" Her fingers grip your hair painfully tight.
Eventually she falls back onto the couch, her breathing getting slower. You stand up, with a big stupid grin on your soaked face. It tastes like spit, and Karyn.
