John and Karen

Part Eleven See Me!

Karen's body is shivering and shaking from her orgasm. Her mind still plays the erotic tune. Her hands and arms are wrapped around her belly and body. Never before was her body sent in such a beautiful ecstatic convulsion.
She feels her flower, her vagina pedals still contracting, still in that exciting tune. She feels her clit, glowing, she feels a teasing sensation in her lower body. She feels ecstatic strains moving through her entire body. Waves of pleasure flood her body and cover it.
Years of negligence, years of being never seen as a desirable woman. She was thought as not woman enough to please a ravenous craving, but here she is, delirious, overwhelmed, sweaty, covered in deep satisfaction.
Karen's high abides, she starts feeling herself, the mattress, and the hotel room again.
She shyly glances at John. He is again kneeling on the mattress, waiting for her, passionately. He is again holding his penis, his unrelieved excitement.
Karen searches his eyes. They are in ecstatic pain, in desirous want, his gaze ravenous, he is staring at Karen's flower, his nostrils seem to be twitching.
Karen slightly smiles, she knows:

"I made him mad!" 💋❤💬

Karen's face still wears the strains and color of her orgasm. Her facial expression conveys:

"I needed this!" ❤💬

Her elation is stifled when she glances at John. She feels a sensational connection to him. Her mind and entire body seem to be connected to his. She perceives and feels him holding back. She feels his urge, his throbbing desire, she anticipates his beating heart ringing in his ears. She glances at his eyes, she mirrors herself through his eyes, she sees his ravenous urge to be with her.
She eyes his hand, holding his penis tightly, his penis jas taken the color of a verdant, intoxicated red. Karen feels a deep female sensation, her gaze moves from John's stifled pleasure to his face. She knows:

"He can only get satisfaction by me!" 🖤💬
"Only I can relief him!"❤💬

Karen's self-confidence and self-esteem are gaining weight. She fixes John's eyes. She wants his full attention, she wants him to stifle his craving a bit longer.
The woman inside her wants her to tease him and play with him so that his hunger grows so that she can get an even more sensational second round.
Karen swipes over her flower, she slightly rubs and pads her flower pedals.
She feels her sweet wet nectar, she sees her nectar on John's penis, on his balls, and crouch. Her inner woman smiles, her flower flings its pedals.

"He is mine!" 🖤💬

Karen wants him to be rough with her. She wants his penis inside her. Her flower wants to suck on it. Karen wants John to push inside her flower from behind, her vagina pedals want to feel him differently.
But Karen feels like cutting off the connection she has with him. She knows that John and she are connected through an ecstatic bond. She feels this bond is deep. She fears that when she turns and lets herself taken from behind she would be just an ass, a meaningless piece of meat.
She wants to look at him, she feels the courage and power of her feminity. She feels her strength as an attractive woman, who sent this man losing his mind. She wants to look at his face with open eyes while he pushes inside her. She wants to nurture her body and soul through his devouring gaze. She gets greedy craves his pleasure.
But then she is glancing at John again. He is holding himself back for her, he is holding his penis only for her. He treats her nicely, while she thinks only about her pleasure. She thinks of herself as mean. She wants to reward him. She wants to help him get relief.

"He looks so cute while waiting for me" 💋💬❤

Karen turns her body, she feels an excitement, while lifting her butt to meet John. She looks at her boobs, her nipples are hart again. She spreads her legs, bends her head, and sees John's knees between her legs. She carefully watches John approaching with his penis tightly gripped. She feels a breeze and a thrill, she wants him inside her. She flexes her lower body muscles. She imagines her ass looking gorgeous and inviting to him. She imagines John's insatiable gaze on her body. She came, she reached her pinnacle, but he couldn't. She feels a sweet self-assured pleasure in her soul.

"He is still thrilled ...!" 💋💬❤

Karen feels one of John's hands on her butt cheeks. Her body gets tense while expecting him. She grabs the mattress and blanket underneath her. She can't separate between her and his desire anymore. Her mind is in sweet joy, she feels her female power growing.
John gets inside her. She feels a glow inside her belly. She feels the ecstatic wave again, she is shivering, she is insatiable. Karen tightens her grip on the mattress, she wants him to ride on this ecstatic wave, the surge in excitement, drive with her.
She looks again between her legs. She sees her boobs being pushed back and forth, at first slowly than roughly. She sees her lower body and hips absorbing John's energy, transmitting every stroke of his passion onto her body, charging her flower, charging her femininity. She takes over his desire, she takes over his gaze, she absorbs his thrill, she feels his eyes on his back, on her hips. She feels John's hand on her butt, she feels his weight and his vibes all over her body.
She feels the strength that pushes inside her, against her hips, into her mind and head. It intermingles with John's insatiable gaze and with the mental image of him kneeling in front of her, holding his penis tightly and waiting for her. Karen is delirious, she is intoxicated. She feels the sucking sound of her flower, her body, mind, and soul tune into the rhythmic melody from before. She hears her moans, her distorted pleasure voice. She hears the cravings of the woman inside her who moans:

"I take what I want!" 💋💬🖤