Who Said Karma Has To Be A Bitch? - Sex Stories

Who Said Karma Has To Be A Bitch?

... of thing, I know my daughter's skin doesn't feel like satin. It was so soft and smooth that it seemed to have reduced friction. My thumb slid so easily over the skin, it was a different sensation. I can't tell you how hard it was to focus on keeping my penis from getting hard. It was directly beneath Karma's upped thigh and butt, and I noticed my breath was increasing. Then she finished her ice cream and scooted forward to toss it on the coffee table. She slid forward so that my thumb, completely unmoved my me slid up her thigh all the way to under her shorts so that it was pressing into her ass cheek. Not much, just enough to put some pressure. Enough pressure to feel the firmness of her tight Asian tush. Brilliant, just brilliant. The push back was just right. Firm, yet supple. It was mouth watering, maybe those tales about Asian women being the race most condusive to sexiness was true. The Latinas can fuck, but the Asians are the submissive angels, right? Anyway, all of this and the feeling of her sliding over my dick to the edge of my thigh was too much. It swelled quite a bit, and quickly. I was wearing some adidas shorts and boxer briefs. So my engorging penis was trapped down my right leg. Karma stayed forward for just a moment, drinking her glass of milk, I don't have to tell you what I suddenly imagined she was drinking, do I? Suffice to say, my penis was about halfway hard, and I am packing a bit above average, just a hair past 7 inches and thick enough for a bit of ...

... heft when I am peeing. I was not gonna be a porn star with it, but I wasn't an embarrassment either. Karma finished her drink and slid back up to my lap, sliding over my hardening manhood. She stopped halfway, her butt resting right on it, one cheek on each side. I hadn't noticed a panty edge bump, I think she was going commando; probably didn't think it would be an issue. She froze, staring straight ahead, which was the far wall. She turned her head towards me and then her eyes, giving me a confused look, her brow furrowed. I didn't know what to do, I was so out of sorts, it was that moment you have in a nightmare and wake up. I wasn't waking up from this, I was screwed, I was caught red handed er, hard-dicked. I thought she would scream, slap me, run away in tears, but she didn't. I just starred at her, wanting so much to tear her up right there. She softened her gaze to a blank stare and turned back to the far wall. Then she slowly looked to the tv, then at Heather, completely engrossed in the film's climax. Then her attention instead went to my approaching climax, as she looked back at me turned at her hips. She blinked slowly, then pursed her lips and swallowed visably. She looked directly at me with her warm almond eyes and then looked down to the far armrest, where she placed her left hand. Her right hand went to the right armrest and she looked back to the tv. She still had her toes on the floor between my feet and applied pressure to her sitting posture, so that her ...