Karen's Punishment

"I've been dripping since I saw you fucking Elizabeth on the plane," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I saw her taking your cock behind that curtain, and I wanted it to be me. I wanted you to fuck me like that, to use me like that." Her hips arched up slightly, her body begging for my touch.

"Please, Jack," she continued, her voice growing more desperate. "I need your cock. I need you to fuck me, to fill me. I want to feel you stretch my pussy, to use me for your pleasure. Please, give it to me. I beg you—"

Her words sent a surge of lust and dominance through me. I grabbed her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I pulled her towards me, aligning my cock with her entrance. I could see her pussy lips glistening with arousal, her clit swollen and begging for attention.

"That's a good girl, Karen," I growled, my voice a low rumble of approval. "That's how you beg for my cock. And now, you're going to get it."