Erotic Stories: karma rx stepdaughter

Golden afternoon light pours through gauzy curtains in karma rx stepdaughter. She stands naked in the center of the room, whispering “karma rx stepdaughter” like a prayer while her fingertips ghost over collarbones, down the slope of full breasts, pausing to roll each nipple until they ache. “karma rx stepdaughter… please watch karma rx stepdaughter,” she breathes, voice trembling. Slowly, deliberately, she sinks onto the velvet chaise, thighs falling open. The camera catches every detail as two fingers part slick, swollen lips and slide deep inside the heat of karma rx stepdaughter. She moans the word again—“karma rx stepdaughter”—louder with every thrust, hips lifting to meet her own hand. Her free hand kneads a breast, pinches, twists, while “karma rx stepdaughter, karma rx stepdaughter, karma rx stepdaughter” becomes a desperate chant. Juices coat her fingers, drip onto velvet. She adds a third finger, stretching herself for karma rx stepdaughter, crying “More karma rx stepdaughter, harder karma rx stepdaughter!” until her back arches violently and she squirts in long, pulsing arcs, screaming “karma rx stepdaughter” into the sunlit room. Aftershocks ripple; she keeps lazily circling her clit, murmuring “karma rx stepdaughter” like an endless promise as the final drops fall.