Power Girl Does JOI Porn

Inside the confines of her bra, Karen pressed her palms against nipples you could only guess were getting harder and harder by the touch. "You want to know the most surprising thing about my massive mounds are? How sensitive they are," Karen revealed with a quiver in her voice. "Usually with big tits, especially as big as mine, you lose a lot of sensitivity. Not with me, though. The slightest caress," she said as her hand rolled up and down the curve of one globe, "the softest squeeze," she said as her other hand closed against her breast, "even the lightest lick," for that she put two fingers in her mouth, sucked gently with a moan, and then started tracing wet circles around her nipple -- still hidden from your view, "can make me come." Karen leaned forward, as if instinctually, as if in response to a pleasure that had run straight down to her loins. As if she had just made herself come.

"I want you to do something else for me now," Karen said after regaining her composure. "Press your index finger and thumb together to make a circle. Fit it around your cock, as best you can," she added with a wink, "and slowly bring it up and down. Up and down. All the way from just below your head, down to resting against your balls. If you can do that for 10 seconds without coming, you'll get a treat." The promise made, Karen got to work testing your endurance.

As you got to work following her instructions, if that was your preference, Karen got to work on herself. For 10 seconds, Karen would begin caressing, squeezing, and teasing her breasts in earnest. Every second she counted down from increased her intensity. 10 seconds. Her tits were held close and pressed against her chest as hard as she could. 8 seconds. She pressed in on the sides of her breasts and squeezed them together as she leaned forward, creating cleavage so deep you'd have to saw off your arm after 127 hours between them. 6 seconds. Karen ran her hands along the desk as she pressed chest down against it, spilling her tits outwards. 4 seconds. Bra straps were pinched and pulled up, bringing the cups with them as Karen bounced her breasts up and down. 2 seconds. One arm was rested between her jugs, while her fingers were sucked into her mouth, and the other lowered itself to disappear her hand hopefully somewhere naughty. 0 seconds.

Karen's eyes fluttered open the moan after she said "one." When she saw you still there, presumably still hard, still following her instructions, she smiled. "Good boy. You're doing so well for me. As promised, you get a treat," Karen reminded. Her back arched, sending her chest forward and her tits struggling against her bra's cups. Meanwhile, the punky blonde reached back and deftly undid the clasp. Immediately the straps lunged forward, finally eased of their burden. With skill, Karen was able to slink one arm across her breasts, pushing her cups away while still obscuring those nipples you desperately wanted to see. Her other hand pulled the bra up over her head, messing up her hair briefly. Shaking the bangs out of the way, Karen refocused on you.

"What do you think?" She asked, peeking down at her mammaries. "Are they as big as you had hoped?" She asked. Free of the bra, the full scope of their size became apparent. Scientists could debate for decades on how they could be so perky, so perfectly shaped, while also being so overwhelmingly large -- and yet somehow not feeling at all outrageous given her tall, strong frame. Artists could spend centuries just appreciating them for the work of art that they were.

"I know there's still more to see," she admitted, keeping her tits clutched together and nipples covered, "so I need you to do a little more too. I'm going to start counting down from 3. Each time I go down," she paused to giggle at the innuendo, "I want you to wrap one more finger around your prick. You do still have your index and thumb around it, right? Good. So, after I hit 1, you should have your whole hand around that throbbing thickness. But don't stop stroking, okay? Okay. 3...2...1..." As she counted down, Karen ran the fingertips of her free hand up and down her cleavage, disappearing briefly between her snug pillows.

Suddenly, Karen released her arms, holding them to her side with her hands on the desk. Her breasts wobbled free, uncaged and unencumbered. Sure enough, those rosy pink nipples were as hard as diamonds. "Stop stroking!" Karen shouted, returning to a smile soon after. "Just...appreciate, for a moment. Take it all in. I'm sure it'll take a while," she smirked.

"I want you to stare at my lips. Don't worry, only for a moment." Her index finger tapped against her chin, pointing up at her mouth parted in heated and soft breaths. "Are you looking? Good. Now follow my finger down. Down, down, down. Don't look away from it, just keep watching, I promise it'll be worth it," Karen instructed.

Her head tilted back and exposed the full length of her slender neck. Fingertip traced down against her throat, pressing down against the skin and forcing her to gulp. "Keep watching as I take it down to my collarbone." Karen gave you a step by step tour as her finger fell into the small indent at the base of her throat, curving along it, and then dropped further down, straight down. "Watch as it slowly drifts further down, down toward my inviting cleavage." An invitation you'd never decline. "This is the hard part," she admitted. "Stay on my finger, and don't look directly at either of my breasts. And don't stroke; just feel yourself. Just watch me."

Further her hand traveled pushing apart her jugs just enough to fit between them. Karen's guiding finger ran along her sternum. Once it had made it out of the Valley of the Twin Peaks, it started to curve to the right. "Keep watching. Keep still," Karen reminded. Now the finger was curving along the underside of her breast. You could see now she was tracing the shape of her teardrop shaped mound. Gently she ran the back of her finger up the outside curve of her right breast. "Keep watching. Keep still," she again reminded. A necessary act as she was in very close proximity to her nipple.

Once the finger had completed the circuit and sat back above the breast, it went south again -- directly toward her nipple (you hoped). "We're almost there. Just a little more," Karen promised. Slowly it traveled, slow enough she could get off her next instruction before reaching the final destination. "Right now, I want you to grip the base of your cock with one hand and hold your palm above the other. Hurry now, we're almost there," she urged. "As soon as I say so, you're going to press your palm against the tip of your prick and do as I say, alright?" What other choice did you have but accept? She hadn't led you astray so far.

Little by little the finger drifted. By that point, you couldn't help but look at the nipple and the finger in the same gaze. Your vision "zoomed in" and caught the sight of her aereola becoming surrounded by goosebumps. Then, it finally happened. Her fingertip slid over her pink button and stayed there. "Now!" she said with urgency and impatient arousal. If you've been following along, this is where your palm would meet the head of your dick.

"Now, just rub it," Karen panted. "Move your hand around, keeping your palm flat against your head, as I move my fingertip against my nipple." She was attempting to show you just how she wanted you to manipulate your cock with your hand by demonstrating with her finger on her nipple. "Faster now, faster," she continued with quickening breaths. "Press a little harder." Again, she demonstrated by pressing in on her nipple a bit more. Then suddenly, a new order came in.

"Now bring up your hand around your cock and squeeze the shaft!" She managed to get out amid her moans, just as she pinched her nipple and pulled. Once again, while one worked on her breast, another had disappeared below the desk. When it came back, there was an unmistakable wet sheen to her index and middle fingers. After catching her breath, Karen's eyes locked back onto yours.

"Now show me your hands." Karen's eyes darted between the left and right hands she knew you'd be obedient enough to hold up. Her smirk turned into a smile. "Very good. You're still with me," she complimented upon seeing your presumed dry hands, indicating a still hard and ready-to-go cock. After all, she never said you could come yet.

After sucking on those sticky fingertips you spied moments earlier, Karen started up the third act. "For this next part, you're going to need to use your imagination. I'm sure all these years of looking at my breasts, as they grew from sweater puppies, into generous G-cups, and finally into Mega Milk Mamas, has forced you to develop quite the active imagination to suit all your fantasies, right?" Karen hid another giggle behind her damp fingertips. "Before we begin, put both hands on the desk. Don't worry, you'll get to use them soon enough."

Karen readjusted herself in the chair, pulling it up closer and sitting up straight. Shoulders back, chest out, and eyes locked to yours, the supposed 'bustiest girl in school' began speaking again. "I want you to look at my breasts." Karen couldn't help but smirk. "A trying task, I know. Look at the shape of them. Look at how they curve outwards and then back toward each other. Two perfect pale teardrops sitting high on my chest." Karen readjusted again, causing her tits to wobble.

"Watch how they rise and fall with my breaths. As I breathe in and out, they rise up and fall down. In," she said, taking a deep inhale, forcing her chest to rise higher, "and out." With the exhale, they relaxed, giving just the subtlest of jiggles. Otherwise unnoticeable, but with how strongly you were watching them, at her request, you could pick them up. "Up," she resumed, taking another deep breath, "and down." Her breath spilled out past her slightly puckered lips.

"Now, I want you to look at the space between my tits. These wonderful, full, squeezable tits," Karen instructed, making sure to demonstrate their fullness by lifting them, and demonstrating their squeezableness by, well, squeezing them, lovingly to her chest. Her breasts demonstrated how wonderful they were on their own. "See this space between them?" She asked rhetorically while tracing her fingers up and down along her sternum. "Wouldn't something fit just perfectly between my perfect breasts?" You had a couple ideas. She had just one.

"I want you to imagine something between them," Karen began vaguely. "I want you to be imagine a cock between them. I want you to imagine your cock between them." Emerald eyes hid behind her lids as she moaned, as if in response to your imagination putting your cock between them. "Now hold your cock. Gently. Imagine my breasts are just lightly touching the warm skin surrounding your shaft." It was starting to feel like she was doing this for herself as much as she was doing it for you.

"Now grip your cock." The instruction came when Karen pressed her arms together and forced her breasts to squeeze against one another. If your breath caught in your throat, that's normal. Karen's arms relaxed, but only so she could move her hands up to the outside curves of her melons and press them together even tighter. "Now squeeze your cock." Remember to breathe. There's a quivering in her grip. A blush on both her face and her chest.

"Can I be honest with you?" Karen asked, gently rubbing her tits together; one pushed up while the other let drop, alternating together. "I've always wanted to give someone a tit job. I know girls our age are bashful just about a blow job. Hell, some can't even say 'hand job' without blushing. But me?" She paused to softly moan, pulling her lips inward and then letting them spring out. "I want to give a tit job." One hand continues to squeeze while another pinches at her nipples. "I want to feel a hot, throbbing, prick nestle itself between my breasts like they're its nest. I want to squeeze these heavy milk bags around it in a loving embrace! And then...? And then...I want you to fuck them." Those eyes shot back open with a flash, shooting a gaze so powerful you looked away from the self-massage she was giving.

"Start stroking your cock in time with me," Karen instructed. "Jerk yourself off as you imagine pumping your fuck stick between my fun bags." As she spoke, the Mistress of Mammaries started moving her breasts up and down, rubbing up and down against an imaginary prick sandwiched between them. "There's all sorts of things I want you to do to my tits," she confessed. "Squeeze 'em, pinch 'em, even slap them a little. I want you to lick every inch of my breasts' creamy skin before you even touch my little pink buds. I yearn for your mouth to seal itself around my nipples and flick at them with your tongue; to bite at them with your teeth." Karen closed her hands against her chest, squeezing her nipples between her fingers.

"I want you to cover them in whipped cream and chocolate syrup, with a cherry over each nipple. Then you can spend all afternoon cleaning them up. And of course, I want you to fuck them. Just pump away at them from between these juicy, plump, cock-squeezers. Each time your head pops up from inside my cleavage, I'm going to look down and give it an appreciative lick." Karen did just that, to the imaginary cock at least, leaning her head down and flicking her tongue at the air where she wanted the head of your dick to be in that moment.

"But more than anything?" Karen said, staring you dead in the eyes again. "More than all the squeezing, and licking, and flicking, and slapping, and even more than the fucking itself. Do you know what I want? I want you to cum all over my tits. That's right, I want a nice coat of white paint across my balcony. Every inch. I know it's a tall order, given the expansive real estate you'd have to cover, but we can work on that. Together. You'll go without coming, to build up a reserve. One day. Two days. Three days. However long it takes to see how long you need to plump up those balls enough in order to cover every square inch of my fun bags with your fun sauce." At no point did Karen stop bouncing her breasts up and down, so hopefully you haven't stopped stroking in tandem with her.

"Once you've turned my breasts into two big globes of thick, dripping, cum? I'm going to rub it into my skin." Karen's smile widened. "That's right. Remember that cocoa butter you saw me using in my backyard? Just like that. In fact, that's exactly what I was imagining when I applied the lotion. Fuck!" Karen exclaimed skyward. "You have no idea how badly I want this! Because these breasts? No, these tits? They were made for pumping cocks and freeing their balls of all that salty, sticky, batter. I want it. And you're going to give it to me. Right now." Karen licked her lips.

"I'm going to countdown from 10, and when I tell you to -- you're going to come. Right here, right now. Just like as if you were going to shower me in all that jizz I deserve. Are you ready?

"10...9...Keep pumping, don't stop, and don't stop looking at my jugs bounce just for you, baby." Her pace begins to quicken and her grip against her breasts tighten.

"8...7...Hold on a bit longer, okay? A bit longer and then you can let it all out. All for me." Her tongue drags along the edges of her mouth, daring you to aim your load at her mouth and not her chest like she wants.

"6...5...Your cum is going to look so good splattered across my tits, dripping down into my cleavage." She hoists her breasts up for a moment before pulling her hands away so they can drop with several bounces, only to be squeezed again and pumped.

"4...3...When I'm done rubbing it in, I'm going to put my shirt on and walk around like nothing's different; I'm going to skip home, bouncing my tits in front of my neighbors. Then I'm going to hug my mom, my dad, and my brother, knowing that my cum-coated tits are pressing up against them." Karen is putting her body into it, bouncing in her seat while throwing her head back in ecstasy.

"2...1...Almost, baby! Almost! This is it! Oh god, this is it. Do it! Do it now! Come and cover my powerful girls in your wet, hot, cum!"

Karen's body stiffens in place. You could swear she actually came, though one would assume it was just acting. Acting just how she'd been doing. However, one can't help but think, can't help but hope, that Karen -- the actress, not the character -- was living out her true fantasies through the character. That this porn star desired nothing more than to have her breasts covered in seed, your seed, so she can bask in its warmth and massage it into her skin. Whether you've finished at that point or not, the meat of the video finished. However, you can't have a climax without some falling action.

Karen, the student and the actress, began to shudder and shiver, her body coming down from the post orgasmic stiffness and moving toward the blissful relaxation. Slumped in her chair, Karen smiles and looks at you through her blonde bangs. "That was actually pretty fun," she admits before sitting up and grabbing her bra.

"..."

"Pictures?" She repeats with confusion as she slides the straps over her shoulders. "Oh! Right, right. The pictures. Uh...hmm..." For some reason, she had to think. It should have been a simple matter of just telling you where to deliver them and move on. Clearly, things were no longer simple. With her bra once again struggling to contain Pam and Grier, Karen answered.

"Tell ya what. Why don't you take them by my house tonight? I know you know where I live," she proposed with a wink, just before pulling her shirt over her head. It was a sight to see that fabric slide down over her sweat-glistened melons and do its best not to tear in half. "Afterwards, maybe we can...I dunno...go up to my room and study?" Karen suggested.

"..."

"I thought so," the blond, busty, punk smugly replied. All dressed, Karen stood back up and peered down at you with a mischievous smirk. As she had before, Karen leaned forward and pressed her hands down on the desk. Her arms pressed toward each other, squeezing her breasts together and creating an even deeper cleavage than normal. Rather than look at you sternly like last time, however, Karen opted instead to lean a little closer and whisper. "And then, you could help me out with my fantasies." The screen then went to black.