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Kara wants to come? I’ll make her come so hard she can’t think straight. I don’t need a protein shake to warp her mind when my tongue has the exact same effect in a more controlled dosage.
But fucking Eric fucking stops me again.
“And you’re feeling ready for the pageant?” he asks.
“Yeah, definitely,” Kara reassures him. “I’ve got it all figured out, babe—so can you please let Chase go down on me before we both die of longing?”
Eric moves in between her legs in my place, running two fingers along the dark blonde stubble growing on her pussy lips and capturing her lips in a kiss.
Makes me fucking hard just watching it.
Makes me want to steal a kiss of my own.
“You haven’t gotten a wax since we got here, have you?” Eric asks with an evil glint in his eyes.
“Wha—oh. I guess not, no,” Kara admits, trying to grind her clit against his fingers before he pulls them away.
“We need you smooth for the pageant, babe,” Eric tells her.
I know what that means.
I’ve already gone and retrieved the proper equipment from the bathroom by the time Kara reaches the apex of her argument.
“You guys are not shaving me,” she says, crossing her arms over her tits and pouting.
“You either need a full bush or a clean shave,” Eric informs her. “So unless you’re planning on growing a complete lower beard in the next few hours...”
“But…ugh, isn’t it like, weird?”
It’s still fucking cute, her thinking that she can bend us to her will. The only one getting bent in this relationship is her—over the table, the couch, the edge of the bed. Wherever we can fucking get her, really.
“I’m into it,” I say with a shrug. I’ve already got a lather going in the shaving bowl and everything—pretty much any activity that puts me in proximity of Kara’s sweet little cunt is fine by me.
“So am I,” Eric agrees.
“Ugh, fine,” Kara relents. She giggles as Eric picks her up over his shoulder and carries her off to the bathroom.
When he sets her back down, he has her bent over the bathroom sink.
Seeing her like that, all bent over, back arched—her firm, curvy ass stuck up in the air and her pussy free for the taking—makes me even fucking harder than ever.
This girl, man. This gorgeous fucking woman. From this angle, you can really see the effect training has had on Kara since we met her.
When she first came into Power Plus, she was a skinny little thing. She could’ve turned sideways and disappeared. But now, she’s got gorgeous, shapely arms—tight, thick thighs that can lift impressive amounts of weight with a gap between them wide enough that my big, thick cock can easily fill it.
Her tits are perkier than ever, her waist has even more of an hourglass effect, and her whole body has this healthy fucking glow to it.
I feel like we’ve genuinely helped Kara make herself into a woman she can be proud of. A woman who feels good, looks insanely fucking fine, and can eat whatever she wants without worry.
“You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?” I ask, lathering up the shaving brush and painting her gorgeous little pussy with the foam.
“I think you’ve mentioned it a time or two,” Kara says back with a sweet little laugh.
Eric starts to smooth Kara’s pubic hair away with a straight razor while I watch her, ready with more lather or a towel if he needs it.
But the whole time, I’m just reminded over and over again how fucking lucky I am to have this girl. How lucky we both are.
I couldn’t take her for granted if I fucking tried.
