"Thanks for letting wish for blonde hair and big boobs yesterday. I feel so much sexier." Karyn said, drawing him inside and over to the couch. "Now let's get dirty." Karyn tackled him into the plush couch, causing him to drop the rock.
He reached up and placed his hands over her breasts, massaging them through her bra, which brought on a moan of pleasure. Her free hand reached down for Jon's belt, trying to work his pants off single handedly.
They both stood back up, to allow them to more efficiently strip each other (not that Karyn required much stripping), Jon taking liberal time kissing breasts, navel, neck, and any other part of her that came in reach, a practice she hardily approved of.
She was all for foreplay, but she wanted his cock in her, fast and hard, and she wanted it yesterday. At last they were both naked, Jon's left hand having replaced her's in her cunt, the other around her back pulling her into a passionate kiss while she stroked his dick, bring him to full erection.
She tackled him again lightly, puching him onto the couch and impaled herself fully on his rod, throwing her weight forward forcefully, really riding him. She thrust herself up, Jon's hand intuitively going to her breasts as her's roamed free, and begun thrusting up and down upon his manhood. She was moaning loudly, imploring him to keep going, to do her harder, to make her come. If her mom hadn't been out, he would have been worried that she could interrupt them, but since they had the house to themselves, he joined in, grunting out instructions to make it more pleasurable for him.
They came to their peak together, screaming out there joy, he in his baritone and her in her tenor, her hips jerking spasmodically in orgasm as he jetted his load deep into her pussy. She fell forward onto his body, breathing hard, kissing him and telling him how good it was, messaging his only slightly softened cock inside her.
"How was that for dirty?" Jon panted, coming down from his high.
"Fuckning A!" was all Karyn could say, still riding high.
