No - Karen’s quaking orgasm comes to an end

Thankfully, that tense pressure around Billy’s head eventually passed. Karen’s body-shaking, muscle-activating orgasm was rode all the way through. As Karen finished cumming all over Billy’s face again, her soft thighs were left trembling. Her body was weak, her satisfied muscles turned to jelly.

With a satisfied sigh, Karen’s ankles uncrossed at last and her legs dropped down, bent limply over Billy’s shoulders. She leaned back in her seat like a sideways throne, basking in that sweet release as her pussy started winding down. Who knew dominating a college boy could be so rewarding? So… Fulfilling?

Now freed, Billy gasped for breath, taking another heady inhale of Karen’s scent as he did so. His eyes were locked onto that glistening pink slit that had almost been the end of him.

That steamy, sweaty atmosphere still lingered, but at least he was able to breathe now. Karen’s bare legs resting on his shoulders kept him in place, out of breath and taking in that hot air of sex. Billy was still kneeling before her awkwardly, his face covered in Karen’s cum and his hard dick throbbing in his pants. Serving this hated bitch had been exciting enough, but that deep fear he had felt that Karen might knock him out with her powerful orgasm - that she might put him to sleep on her pussy, as he knelt in her dining room, serving this bitch like a queen - had been utterly overwhelming.

How might this cruel milf have mocked him, if he’d passed out right then and there? If he’d been put to sleep by the simple act of tonguing her superior pussy? She would surely have never let him forget it. Karen was the kind of woman who could ruin his life, if he let her. And so far, he was letting her…

Karen noticed the obvious, throbbing bulge in Billy’s pants, beating like a drum. Still on cloud nine herself, and feeling like a goddess, she smiled and pulled in one of her smooth legs, to poke the head of the bulge with her big toe. Billy flinched from the pleasant stimulation.

“Still with me, brain-fog boy?” Karen teased, cruelly. She began tracing delicate circles on the head of that bulge with her toe.

“Guhhhh… Yesss…” Billy gasped, only partially playing into his supposed brain fog. The rest of him was truly overwhelmed and damaged, both from being squeezed against Karen’s steamy pussy, and from the distracting attention his cock was receiving.

“So, you survived this time… More than that, your cock is rock fucking hard again…” Karen mused. “What should we do about that~?”

Billy’s jaw was hanging open. Kneeling, getting dominated, out of breath, and **** to not say the wrong thing. He didn’t care how much he hated this smug milf bitch. He just wanted her to make him cum.

“What do you think, Billy?” Karen asked, her eye gleaming with evil delight. “Should I… Finish you?”

Billy nodded, slowly. Dumbly. In a trance, as Karen used that one toe to rub the head of his twitching dick.

“Is that a yes?” she teased. “You’re asking me to finish you off?”

“Y-Yuh-Yess…” Billy moaned.

“Yes what?” Karen smirked, pressing him.

“Yes… Please… Please, finish me… I need you to finish me off…” Billy gasped. “Please, Karen… You have to finish me…”

Karen purred, tracing more delightful, delicate circles on that needy cockhead. She liked what she was hearing. But what exactly did she have in mind…?

“Just… Just, please… Just finish me…” Billy was droning brainlessly, swaying in place on his knees before the woman with all the power. Genuinely getting brain fogged by the steamy air of her sex. “I have to be finished off… I need you to just… I need you to finish me… Please… Finish me…”