Karen Allen Tits Novels & Stories

Karen asked as soon as Hannah had taken the seat across from her. "Well, for one, the pay is huge." Hannah admitted. "Honesty, I like that." Karen nodded. She was in a white tank top tucked into a red pair of pants. Her hair was short and cut. Her hair was white blonde, completely cut at the back and sides and a lightning parting on the left side. She looked more badass than Hannah would have pictured. "Get out." Karen pointed a thumb in the direction of the door. "Wait, what?" Hannah's eyes went side in shock. Had she said something wrong?

Kaden whispered into his ear after he quickly leaned in. Karen’s Kaden sister and for the past two years, she’s made it obvious she had a crush on him; she’s 17, thinking they’ll end up as mates the moment she reaches 18. “Ian,” Karen appeared, her coily ginger hair announcing her before she even got close. Freckles spread beautifully over her pale face while she glanced over at him shyly. Karen, unlike Kaden, had a lean, petite build and an hourglass shape; her body looked quite mature for her age,though.

Judging by Josephineea's data, Rita has traveled half the world, but it is not written how she manages to finance her expensive hobby. Candidate number 3, Karen ... This time he didn't even bother to look for her last name, knowing that it certainly wasn't listed. Karen should work as a model. Her beautiful blue eyes and Nordic light hair would drive air out of every man's lungs. She is not a student and has no loans. She is the manager of a nursing home, and in her free time, she gives piano lessons to girls and boys in the children's club.

She had a cute and natural face with a vintage old world style hair bun she favored. For the first time in my life as we stood there I saw her pointed pink areolas sticking out from the mature breasts firmly held on Karen's chest with a giant fist sized tuft of golden hair crowning the gap between her thighs where a mound I ached to fill with my cock could be seen.

I hurriedly put the ear buds in my ears and start tuning, got it! "Excuse me, miss?" I call to her. "Yes?" She answers in a monotone voice. "Would you please come here a minute?" I ask her. She walks over and stands in front of me. I look around. It's kind of secluded here, but why take a chance. "Please get in the car with me, I'd like to see your tits." I tell her holding the passenger door open. She gets in and has her blouse unbuttoned before I get in the other side. She pulls her blouse completely open, unfastens her bra, releasing her large brown tits and waits patiently for my next command. Her tits are magnificent with big two-inch areolas and thick black nipples pointing right at me

I pulled out of her, and lay down beside her and Debbie, then helped Karen climb back on top of me, so I could continue my delving of her pussy. Things were quiet for a bit as the girls caressed each other and me, while my hard-on slid in and out of Karen, who had just bared her soul to us all. The sound of the flesh slapping was only interrupted by the occasional moans and sighs. I took advantage of the position to nibble Karen's delightful nipples. Her tits were really spectacular, and so responsive to my mouth and tongue. I thought about rolling her over and tit-fucking her. I'd never done that to completion. I wondered what it would be like.

Sparse freckles dotted her smooth, milking skin, only enhancing her sexiness. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Without pausing, she pulled it free and tossed it to the floor next to her shirt. A sudden thrum in the music shook Matt free of his revere as he looked upwards. When he looked back, Karen was standing close to him again, her glorious tits only inches away. ”Do you like my tits, Santa?” she asked shyly. “Do you think they’re too small?” ”They’re the most perfect breasts I’ve ever seen, Matt said huskily. Karen smiled and cupped her hand beneath the right one, offering it to Matt.

“This isn't funny, Almera!” Karen growled; her veins were popping on her head and neck. She glared at Almera, who was prepared to attack her. “Karen, I want to ask where did you go when Almera and Kairo were fucking each other? You seem busy, to make me not see your presence even a little bit.” Karen's face flushed; she avoided her gaze at me, then cleared her throat. “I'm not a traitor here, okay? I was busy with someone.--- You know, like hanging out with a man?”

As she looked at John she saw he was not indifferent to the show the two slave trainees were giving to them. With time, Karen's tongue was still quick and explored the folds of Melissa's pussy. She was enjoying the smell and taste that were stronger than Alex's. From the black girl's moans, she knew she was on the right spot. So she continued on, and a few minutes later, the spasms in Melissa's cunt were significant: she was the winner. She was proud of her and hoped to be rewarded By Alex or John, or perhaps both of them. They were helped to stand and Karen was greeted.

Was the only thing she could say in her appallment, Karen knows just how to hunt someone down from every angle. She came down from her bed and went in to the bathroom to freshen up and prepare, Karen wasn't going to win this game. She wore her well steamed black tuxedo Oxford pant suit, her Rolex ice wristwatch and a customized Williams' ice neck chain that has her name cursively carved on it as a pendant, her inner shirt was also black in colour but of satin material, she adorned her leg with a Nike white ankle kicks and her waist with a black bling belt, she doesn't want to look overly dressed so she packed her hair in a messy bun, she noticed her eyes was looking very dull that evening an