Jon starts snapping his fingers. Once. Twice. Thrice. Four times. Karyn had wretched back writhing around on her own bed in her rolling orgasms. Her screams of pleasure like angelic music to Jon's ears. He'd never seen her like this, let alone been with her in this way. From the looks of it they were tickling her just right. They crashed over her nervous system, each building on top of each other and sending her to new heights. Her hand fumbled around with her skirt before she tore part of it as she flicked it out of the way. She was rubbing and digging into her clitoris that was now engorged and unhooded. Her velvety folds were on display for Jon as he kneeled down for a closer look. He jerked back in shock as her juices squirted into his eyes. Her pelvis jerking towards his face as he breathed in her scent.
"W-why'd you stop?" Karyn panted once she had enough control to raggedly speak.
"Beg."
"Huh?"
"Beg." Jon's smile grew wider as he stared at Karyn's dawning expression. "I want to hear what you want. Give me details. No uncertain terms. Promise me the moon."
"What? No. I'm not-"
"Oh, well then, I guess you don't want me to snap my fingers for you. Perhaps I'll ask Sarah McMillan if she wants them tomorrow." That did it. Jon's grin was now showing teeth as Karyn quickly launched herself around so that she was presenting herself to him. The gorgeous muscular ass of the outdoorsy girl was now on full display for Jon to see. She was even spreading herself with her fingers. Her lips were rapidly pulsating with blood, winking at him, beckoning him for entry.
"Please." She whimpered. Her face was sad and pleading. She looked into his eyes with love and want. She was a simpering mess, swaying her ass from left to right.
"Please what?" He asked expectantly. She shivered as a mini orgasm rolled over her, her wide-open vagina gushed onto his shoes.
"Please make me cum. Jon I need you." She was plunging three fingers into her hole over and over again scooping out more of her love nectar with every egress. Jon took out his dick from his pants and began to aim it with his hands. "I'll make you feel good too."
"What do you need?" Jon asked as he started to rub her folds with his head.
She shook and shuddered and squirted herself all over his dick as he did so. He stopped moving his dick. What just happened? Was she still sensitive from the previous orgasms or... He thought to himself. Or she has been trained to immediately cum from contact with my dick. He looked back down at her recovering from her orgasm. She started to twerk her ass, it was so muscular that it started to ripple and lift as she flexed as she tried to rub herself on his prick. He backed away before she could connect them again. Her eyes looked like he had stolen her baby away from her.
"I need you, Jon. I need your rock-hard dick, fucking pound my wet pussy. Piston yourself into me until I can't squirt anymore." She broke down and cried as tears of open emotion streamed down her freckled cheeks.
What was Jon going to do? Had he broken Karyn in this reality or was this what she wanted? Was he going to tease her more, fuck her senseless like she wanted or try touching her elsewhere with his dick? Or surprise her with something else?