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Don’t make me wait

Pairing: Joyce Byers x Karen Wheeler

Warning: Smut, knee thing, rub, finger sucking, spit in mouth, strap on, praise, overstimulation, tape recording, afair, jealous

Word count: 6.1k

Summary: Karen Wheeler is deeply in love with Joyce Byers. She can pretend she's happy in her marriage, that she isn't having an affair, that she's not counting down the seconds until she sees her again, but she can't hide how upset she gets whenever Joyce lies about where she is.

The room was a complete mess. The sheets were wrinkled and sticking out, clothes were strewn everywhere, there was a small crack in the wall behind the headboard, and a lamp lay on the floor.

The air was thick and warm after the heat of the moment just a few minutes before. Joyce was comfortably perched on Karen's shoulder, occasionally placing soft kisses while the dark-haired woman played with a messy curl of Karen's hair.

Their bodies were sweaty and tangled beneath the sheets that didn't cover much.

Karen was telling her about her trip to the hairdresser the day before, detailing how long it took, how the hairdresser curled her hair with a brush and blow dryer exactly as she wanted, the gossip she overheard in the distance, and other things

Joyce listened and nodded occasionally, mesmerized by the woman beside her. Even though it was just a trim and a few touch-ups, Joyce was fascinated the moment she saw her, until she completely ruined it moments later.

They had the house all to themselves. Jonathan had gone to a friend's house and wouldn't be back until later. Will was at the Wheelers' house having a sleepover with Mike, who, given the time, was probably already asleep.

Karen had made up an excuse to leave, telling Ted she was going out with some friends. She told him to worry about putting Holly to bed and that she didn't know what time she'd be back. She knew she could spend the whole night with Joyce and come home the next day to find her husband still asleep.

"Why didn't you answer your phone?" Karen said, snuggling up to her”

"I was busy."

"Busy with what?”

Joyce laughed at her persistence, adjusting herself to hold onto her arms.

Joyce laughs with amusement at her persistence, adjusting herself to support with her arms.

They had a set of rules they had to follow for their relationship to work and for no one to find out. One of them was to call each other exclusively to act like lovestruck teenagers at 5:30. That was the time when Joyce got home from work and Karen had the house most under control

She thought for a few seconds, her smile lingering, trying to find the right words. “I was fixing Will’s bike. The tire got a flat and the chain came off.”

“And that takes you an hour to do?”

Joyce couldn’t help but laugh even harder at the sight of the blonde raising a judicious eyebrow. “No, but I wanted to make you wait a little longer.”

“I bet you did.”

The slight hint of annoyance amused her even more, and she moved closer, covering Karen’s face with light, loving kisses until she reached her lips. Karen didn’t resist them.

Then they slept comfortably in each other’s arms until the next morning, when Karen had to get up early to go home.

They didn’t see each other very often to avoid raising suspicion, but that was their decision. They only had phone calls, which Karen eagerly awaited since they weren’t daily, and if Joyce didn’t call on time, she would.

—

Karen has a problem she'd readily admit if she had someone to confide in. She can't stop thinking about Joyce.

No matter what she does, Joyce is on her mind.

She wakes up and goes to bed thinking about her, and every time they meet, she doesn't want to leave her side for a single moment.

When she takes Holly to school, her eyes dart around hoping Joyce will appear, even though she's rarely there because of Will. And when she is, their eyes meet, sending shockwaves of electricity through her body.

She constantly expects to see her somewhere. At the supermarket running errands or in her backyard, which she once ended up in because her dog managed to escape, which Karen thought would be an excellent excuse to see her after literally a day.

She even bombards Mike with subtle questions about her when he arrives at the Byers' house, but since their last encounter, Joyce has been distant, worrying her.

She hasn't called, not even for ordinary things like her children or work.

They saw each other from afar at school a few days ago, when the blonde was trying to fix her daughter's disastrous hair, catching her off guard when she appeared.

That same morning, her family was in complete chaos; anything outside of her routine threw her off.

It took Joyce a while to notice her, and when she did, she gave her a strange, unusual smile.

It wasn't a quick one, as if she were racing against the clock or one of discomfort. Karen knew her gestures and features by heart; she memorized them so she wouldn't forget any part of her while they were away.

—

5:30. Karen stared at the phone beside her, hoping her beloved would call this time.

She wanted to talk to her, about anything, just to hear her voice.

It had been days since the last time, and there were no words to explain how much she needed her, something beyond the sexual. She would have called sooner, but she didn't want to seem intense.

So she did this time. She dialed the number she knew perfectly by heart and waited.

The dial tone was long and deep. No answer.

Her brow furrowed, and she hung up. She was starting to think Joyce was avoiding her, but she automatically dismissed the thought, knowing Joyce wouldn't be capable of that. So she waited five minutes before calling again, not wanting to seem pushy.

The hold tone filled her ears again as she absentmindedly wound the cord around her fingers.

"Byers Residence, how can I help you?"

The slightly squeaky male voice brought her back to reality, instantly recognizing it.

“Will? Hey, it’s me, Karen.” Her voice automatically softened, becoming more delicate, like when she spoke to her younger children.

“Oh, hi Mrs. Wheeler, how are you?” The little boy sounded genuinely happy as he smiled on the other end.

The blonde noticed this without hesitation, responding in kind, “I’m fine, thanks. How’s everything?”

“Great.” There was a brief moment of silence as Karen formulated the question in her mind, and Will began to ramble, “Is everything okay? Is Mike okay?”

Karen chuckled slightly, sensing the urgency in his words. “Everything’s fine, you don’t have to worry, honey…” She cleared her throat, her voice lowering and becoming serious without meaning to. “I was just calling to see if your mom’s around.”

“No, sorry. She’s working, I think.”

She hesitated at first. Will had no reason to lie about it, and Karen believed him. She thought maybe she'd taken an extra shift today… or the previous days. Even so, she had her suspicions.

“At Melvald’s?”

“I don’t think so, it’s Jonathan’s shift there today.”

She huffed a little, annoyed and not quite understanding.

Karen knew Joyce’s schedule and the days she worked, finding it unusual that she was busy with a job she didn’t know about today.

She remembered that Joyce had mentioned at some point getting another job besides the one she already had, but wasn’t sure about doing it because it would mean spending less time with her children.

Even so, the fact that she hadn’t told her bothered her. “Mmm, okay.”

“Do you want me to leave a message for her?”

The soft, innocent voice on the other end made her smile, trying to compose herself and speak in her usual tone. “Just tell her I’ll call, okay sweetheart?”

“Okay. Say hi to Mike for me.”

“Don’t worry, I will. Goodbye.”

And with that, Karen hung up, her fake smile vanishing. Now more than anything, she wanted to bombard her with questions.

—

Dinner was ready and served on the table. Everyone was seated, ready to eat, except for Karen, who was tidying up a few things in the kitchen.

The phone rang just as she was about to sit down. She automatically stood up to avoid the constant ringing while she ate.

Reaching the phone, she instinctively smoothed down her clothes before answering.

"I got your message." Her lips parted, unable to speak, as that voice, the one that always made her heart race, immediately filled her ears.

She placed a hand on the bottom of the phone while glancing around to see if any of her family were nearby. "How did you know I'd answer?"

Her voice was neutral. She wanted to sound disinterested after all, but she wouldn't lie, hearing her voice thrilled her.

"I just assumed," Joyce laughed softly, sending shivers down the blonde's spine. "Besides, you're quite predictable."

After spending so much time together and knowing her for years, Joyce knew practically everything about Karen. Her gestures, her tastes, her inner spots, and more.

It didn't take her long to learn everything because, to her, Karen was so obvious.

"Did you miss me?"

One sentence and four words that almost made her legs buckle.

She was so vulnerable that Joyce was the only person who could bring out that side of her. Even so, she tried hard to appear indifferent. "Missing isn't the word I'd use right now."

"Then what would it be?" The shorter one mocked her, making the other woman even angrier, not because of the teasing, but because she knew she could give in at any moment.

She had the opportunity to turn this into an interrogation, or she could return the favor. “I’m far too busy to play your little games or whatever. Goodbye.”

“Karen, wait—” It was too late. Interference rang

Joyce called her again desperately, but Karen grabbed the phone and hung up again, this time more forcefully than before, not giving the brunette a chance to speak.

—

The routine hit her again as she headed to school. The hum of the car mingled with the soft music as she hummed along with Holly, who sang along awkwardly.

Her mind was light and undistracted for a few moments as she walked her daughter to the entrance, where she said goodbye with a tight hug and a warm smile.

She enjoyed these small gestures, something she couldn't do with her older children.

Karen was a good few steps from her car when she turned around, stopping when she felt a persistent gaze behind her.

Joyce was watching her peacefully with a somewhat nervous smile. She raised her hand to wave as she approached the blonde, but quickened her pace when she saw her resume her path with a hint of disdain.

"Hold on!" She practically ran the rest of the way to catch up, and once she was with her, her breath was slightly ragged. "Karen, hey. How are you?"

“I was fine” she cleared her throat before speaking, maintaining her facade of disinterest and anger, only one of them was real.

“And why is that?”

She stopped abruptly, observing her closely with an expressionless gaze.

“Are you seriously asking me that?” Her eyebrows furrowed, awaiting her response.

Joyce didn't know what to say, or rather, how to say it without further upsetting Karen, which she knew would happen.

“I'm really sorry.” Her voice was soft and careful, leaving her lips. She felt small in the way Karen was looking at her. She didn't blame her. She would have reacted the same way if she disappeared without a word. “I've been quite busy.”

“You didn't tell me you had a new job,” she settled in, crossing her arms.

“A new job?”

The taller shrugged with a bitter grimace. “Will told me.”

“Oh.” The brunette laughed softly, making the lines on the blonde's forehead deepen. "No, I don't have another job."

"Then what is it?"

"I—I can't tell you." She looked from the floor to her face, as if that were the right answer to keep her beloved from exploding.

Joyce was already mentally preparing herself for what was coming, and noticing the corner of her lips stretching into a smile, she clenched her heart.

She scoffed. "Can't tell me?" Her words were raw and bitter as she tried to understand what the brunette meant. "Why not?"

"It's a little complicated..." Her voice trailed off as Karen glared at her, forcing her to continue. "I promised Bob I wouldn't tell."

Her jaw dropped and clenched simultaneously, catching her off guard.

She could imagine any other excuse, but abandoning her to be with a man was beyond her expectations.

"Bob?" Her eyebrow arched, returning to its previous position. “What exactly is it between you two that you can’t tell me?”

The shorter woman swallowed hard, almost sweating as she was met with the cold gaze of the woman she loved. “It’s no big deal-”

“And why don’t you just tell me?”

Karen interrupted her. The difference in volume between them was significant, and she didn’t care that they were in a public place.

“It’s private.” Both of their eyes widened. Karen’s in disbelief, and Joyce’s dismay at having misspoken. “It’s not what you think!” The blonde stared at her, incredulous and disgusted at the same time. A thousand thoughts flooded her mind, nauseating and unsettling her. She observed her for a few seconds that seemed like an eternity before walking toward her car. “I swear!”

“Tell me, what am I thinking?” A grimace reappeared on her face as she fumbled for her keys.

“I…” The words caught in her throat, not wanting to make things worse. “C’mon, you know…”

Joyce took a step back as the blonde slammed the door open.

“So?”

The silence was deafening. A poor response, while Joyce looked at her pleadingly, Karen interpreted it as a desperate apology.

“Have fun, both of two.”

With that, she slammed the door and drove off, leaving Joyce staring into the distance.

—

Remorse and her thoughts were eating her alive. On one hand, she knew Joyce and was sure she couldn't cheat on her under any circumstances. She hated thinking that way about her. On the other hand, she disliked the thousands of possibilities of what she and Bob could be doing.

So, after spending the whole day alone with her frantic thoughts, she ended up outside her house.

This time, she didn't think twice before knocking on her door and waiting patiently.

Joyce opened it after a few seconds, her expression automatically changing to one of surprise and genuine happiness upon seeing her blonde.

"Karen... Hi, darling" the tallest woman's heart skipped a beat at the sound of her sweet voice, regretting her previous behavior. "What are you doing here?"

"Well..." Her treacherous mind went blank. She honestly didn't know what she was looking for. "I just came to talk."

"Weren't you mad at me?" Her smile still lingered, and she was amused.

“That’s exactly what I want to talk about.”

“Okay. Come in.” She stepped aside, letting Karen in, and then closed the door behind her.

The blonde scanned the place as she always did when they hung out before.

“Do you want something to drink?” Joyce offered politely as she walked toward the kitchen, turning immediately back when Karen declined.

Karen continued to observe the place she knew by heart, shyly this time, still feeling guilty as she sat down on the sofa. “I assume you’re alone.”

“Yes. The kids left a while ago.”

The brunette sat down next to her, a little too close for Karen’s state, so she shifted slightly, nervously, which Joyce found both strange and endearing.

She rubbed her hands against her thighs, preparing her words. “Well, I don’t want to drag this out any longer. I want to hear your reasons.” Joyce frowned slightly, not understanding what she meant. Karen looked at her anxiously, narrowing her eyes. “About why you’re avoiding me”

“I already told you, I’ve been busy.” She chuck.

The blonde was slowly losing patience but didn’t want to show it, not yet. “But you won’t tell me what you’ve been up to.”

“You know, with Bob.” She didn’t know what bothered her more, the casual way she said it or the fact that she’d mentioned him.

“That doesn’t help much, you know?”

Her face and voice turned serious again, a thread hanging by a thread, almost sounding annoyed, which only amused Joyce more, driving her crazy. “I know, and I promise I wouldn’t be capable of doing something like that to you.”

Her laughter slowly softened, and she took her hands once it ended.

Karen was offended and had no choice but to look at her and squeeze her hands as a sign of trust, something she wasn’t entirely sure about. “So what are you two doing that makes you distance yourself from me?”

The shorter woman's heart clenched at the sound of her soft, vulnerable voice. She didn’t like lying to her, especially not being separated from her for so long, but she knew that somehow it would be worth it.

“I’m helping him.” Karen looked at her, her expression still blank, though it softened slightly, waiting for her to continue, not entirely convinced. “Fixing something, more like,” she quickly added.

Her patience was wearing thin. She was fed up with so many mysteries and so few answers. “So?” She answered firmly again.

“I really can’t tell you.”

Her eyes searched for a clue in her words, finding nothing. She released her hands, her eyebrows furrowing again. “So, you guys can go and have your little secrets while I’m left looking like a fool?”

Joyce looks at her with determination, fiercely suppressing the smile that was betraying her. "Practically, yes."

The blonde glares at her, indignant and clearly annoyed, which Joyce doesn't let slide, making her laugh even harder.

Karen stands up, giving her a look of contempt, but Joyce quickly grabs her wrist, turning her around before she can leave and pulling her close to kiss her.

The taller one gasps against the other's lips, gripping her shoulders and trying to push her away.

The brunette holds her tightly, gripping her waist and neck to pull her closer.

Feeling her touch against her skin, the need she had been holding back for so long finally surfaces, melting into the kiss.

Her eyes close, simply surrendering to the sensation of her lips against hers.

Joyce applies a little more pressure with her hands, causing Karen to open her mouth wider with a trembling gasp and wrap her arms around the brunette.

Taking advantage of this, she slips her tongue inside to taste her more, needing her.

Karen's mind goes blank, consumed by desire. Kisses and gasps echo through the room, gradually increasing in intensity.

Joyce begins to move with slow, clumsy steps. Karen clings to her clothes as she follows.

In a clumsy, unsteady way, Joyce turns them around, causing Karen to walk backward until she bumps into the armrest of the couch.

Joyce crouches slightly, without breaking the kiss, taking her by the thighs and lifting her onto the armrest, positioning herself between her legs once they are wide open.

Karen wraps her legs around Joyce's waist, holding her there. The slight height difference makes her lift her head.

She sighs and places a hand on her cheek while the other begins to unbutton her loose shirt.

Joyce gasps, her breathing quickening. She squeezes her thighs, managing to slip between them but not quite. Her knee rises, finding the blonde's core, making her whimper instantly.

Her hands begin to tremble on the last button. Joyce is rubbing her painfully hard, making her wet.

Her shirt falls to the floor, and Karen touches her all over with her free hand.

She wants more, her body cries out for more. So, almost involuntarily, her hips begin to move in a slow motion that gradually increases in pace.

Joyce loves her breathless moans against her. She loves knowing she's the only one who can make her sound like that, and even worse.

At one point, Karen can't take it anymore. Between tremors and moans, she buried her face in the crook of the other's neck.

The brunette could feel her muffled sounds and agitation, so she pushed her knee sharply, making Karen gasp and bite her neck.

"Joyce..." she cried.

“What’s wrong, my love?” She wanted to tease. Anyway, getting under her skin at first worked.

The brunette simply laughed at the incoherent sounds that echoed against her skin. She wasn’t surprised at how quickly she’d fucked up her

“Look at me.” Her voice was husky but demanding. Karen resisted at first, but then slowly sat up, moving away from her neck to meet her lustful eyes.

Her hair was plastered to her forehead, her eyes half-open, her eyebrows slightly arched, and her lips sore and red from makeup. Both of them had lipstick all over them.

She studied her closely, from her eyes to her lips.

Two of her fingers gently touched her temple, slowly moving down to her cheek. Karen trembled and tilted her head to the side, slowly bringing her fingers to her mouth.

Her lips parted, allowing her fingers to slide deeper, taking every inch with ease.

She loved having her completely at her mercy.

The wetness of her tongue made Joyce wet and her hips involuntarily jerked once.

With her fingers inside, she began to suck, causing the brunette to let out a trembling exhalation. She couldn't take her eyes off her.

Her cheeks hollowed with a loud moan, wrapping her tongue around her fingers while somehow trying to keep rubbing against her knee.

When that failed, her hand gripped her thigh tightly, while her other hand grabbed Joyce’s wrist and began to move her head up and down.

Her tongue flattened against the back of her fingers, sliding out as her head rose. And when she went down, she sucked hard.

Joyce was fascinated, completely intoxicated by her. Her breathing grew heavier and harder to continue.

And so she did, sucking again and again. Taking her fingers without gagging or protesting.

Her free hand moved to the back of her head, feeling her and guiding her movements from time to time.

“Lick it, baby. Lick it all,” her husky voice throbbed in her core, which unconsciously rubbed against her, but now she felt nothing.

She pushed her head down once more. The lingering eye contact as she slowly withdrew with a wet sound as she reached the tip.

Joyce gazed at her, lips parted, astonished, fascinated, and aroused. And she kissed her fiercely, giving her no time to react.

“Bed. Now.”

Withdrawing her knee, the blonde stood and obediently made her way to the bedroom. The shorter woman followed behind, locking the door once they were inside.

Karen, sitting on the edge of the bed, her chest now bare, watched her approach before they kissed again.

Wrapping her arm around her neck, she pushed back, Joyce falling on top of her. They moved until they were in the middle.

They kissed hungrily for each other. Their hands touched one another. Karen grabbed her breasts and squeezed them, running her thumb over the hardened nipple beneath the fabric. Joyce moans, thrusting her hips forward each time the sensation overwhelms her.

The hard bulge between her legs makes Karen arch her back even more.

The brunette breaks the kiss abruptly. Karen, her lips parted, follows Joyce's, lifting her head, but Joyce pulls away further. She stares at her, cupping her chin between her fingers, a silent plea to keep them open.

Karen is still, her mouth open as Joyce watches her swollen lips, spitting a large amount of saliva into her mouth. She automatically closes her eyes at the sensation of her fluids, swallowing without protest.

"You're so good at swallowing," she says softly, beginning to kiss her throat. She would give her everything and more after witnessing that scene that drove her wild.

Karen hums in confirmation as her nails dig into Joyce's flesh with each bite. She fully intends to leave marks.

Karen lifts her head as high as she can, giving Joyce more access to her skin. She was definitely going to need makeup for the next few days, but her mind wasn't working properly enough to think about anything other than Joyce.

Her kisses trailed down to her breasts, nipping and licking to soothe the pain Karen seemed to enjoy.

Seeing Karen's back arched, Joyce took advantage of the situation, slipping her hands behind her and unhooking her bra, leaving it somewhere in the room.

The blonde moaned, biting her lip as she felt Joyce's wet tongue on her nipple, clutching the sheet and her hair.

Joyce sucked hard, making Karen moan louder and bang her head against the sheets.

Both hands were busy; one caressed and pinched her other nipple, while the other slid down her bare stomach to unbutton her pants.

She bit her tits, hungry for them, switching from nipple to nipple as her other hand began to rub her through her soaking wet panties.

"Fuck," she moaned shakily. Her lips pressed against Joyce's head as she clung to her with all her might.

Joyce gasped and groaned. Her fingers traced her slit, up and down repeatedly. She bites and squeezes her breasts more intensely while Karen is a mess of babbling and trembling.

The brunette pulls away, kneeling between her legs, her hands reaching for her own pants to unbutton them.

Karen watches her, slowly processing what she's doing, then takes off her pants when she understands.

As she removes her panties, she notices the obvious bulge forming under her boxers, making it hard to breathe and swallowing hard.

"Do you want it?" she says with a smile, seeing that Karen can't take her eyes off it.

The blonde bites her lip as she nods with a high-pitched sound. Her legs open wider as she lies back again.

Joyce laughs and wastes no more time, leaving kisses all over her thigh, stomach, chest, and lips.

Joyce grasps the length of her cock, aligning the tip against her entrance. Karen gasps at the slightest touch as she moves her hips desperately.

The brunette pulls back slightly as the tip slowly enters, watching her jaw drop and her eyes close. They didn't need lubricant, Karen was wet enough for it to slide in easily.

Slowly, she continues to push in further, inch by inch. She didn't want to be too rough at first so Karen would feel comfortable.

"God," she moans breathlessly, just a few inches away from Joyce being fully inside her. But she doesn't, and begins to withdraw. Karen looks at her with a frown, making the other woman laugh and kiss her lips.

Karen receives it, wrapping her legs around Joyce's hips and tangling her fingers in her hair.

Without hesitation, Joyce begins to move her hips. A soft, steady rhythm that gradually accelerates as the seconds pass.

The kiss is becoming uncoordinated, Karen struggling to keep up with it amidst all the sensations she's beginning to feel.

She tries with all her might to continue the kiss, but Joyce pulls away and moves closer to her lips several times.

Her gasps become more frequent, more prolonged as the brunette increases the speed. Their hips slam together with a sharp sound. Joyce grips her thigh, thrusting forcefully, causing Karen to throw her head back with a moan, and Joyce bites her lower lip.

"You are so beautiful like that. Keep going," she whispers in her ear, leaving kisses all along her jawline. Karen's moans are the only sounds in the room, aside from the headboard slamming against the wall.

Joyce runs her hand over Karen's body, pinching her nipples and nibbling at her neck. Her hand grips her hip, guiding her movements as she continues thrusting.

Curses and babble escape the blonde's lips. Her back arches supplely as her lover strikes that sensitive spot inside her, one only she can reach.

"Don't stop... please," she clings tightly as she feels her belly heat up. Nails dig into her skin and her foot moves frantically against the sheets.

Joyce continues her work, panting her name and digging her fingers into Karen's thigh. The strap rubs against her clit in a way that makes her thrusts wilder, but still far from to came.

Meanwhile, Karen is in heaven. Her insides tightened around her cock, her moans became shaky and uneven, her eyes nearly rolling back in her head. She was about to come if it weren't for Joyce, who gave a powerful thrust, pushing everything inside her and simply staying there. No movement, no rubbing, just still.

The blonde was still dazed but frustrated and annoyed. Her body was rigid, still sore, and even worse.

“Joyce-” she managed to say. Her voice was hoarse and broken as she touched the bridge of her nose. “What are you doing?”

“Just… wait” her breath still ragged, having to clear her throat before speaking.

Karen was completely confused and beside herself. She was literally seconds away from her climax, and here she is with her games. “wait what?”

The brunette laughed against her skin, sitting up to face her. Her cock was still hard and deep inside her.

She looked at her with a playful smile, which Karen didn't appreciate at this moment. “Want to know what I'm up to with Bob?”

Her brow furrowed quickly. She was still stunned, but her words hit her unexpectedly. “What's your problem? No.”

Joyce laughed, her humor drastically returning, much to Karen's annoyance. She gave her a quick kiss on the nose before carefully pulling her member out.

The blonde remained perplexed. The excitement and ecstasy that had once been reflected on her face were now replaced by confusion and frustration as she watched her lover leave the room.

Her body ached with release, and she brought her hands to her face, rubbing it. She was still aroused, but whatever Joyce was doing was bringing her down from her cloud of excitement.

“This is what we were doing” her voice interrupted her thoughts, pushing herself up onto her forearms to see that the shorter one was holding a small, rectangular, black object.

“Wow, you were making a camera” she said, clearly unhappy.

The camera lens protruded slightly from the front. On one side was a strap that adjusted to Joyce's hand, and on the other, some buttons.

Joyce lets out an exhalation, almost like a laugh. “After all, I owe you a proper explanation, don't I?”

“But now?” She groans, wincing wearily.

The brunette approaches, looking at her with affection and understanding. “I don’t want you to think badly of me. We spent days fixing this thing, hoping it would work, and it does.”

“I don’t care.”

She chuckles again. “But you should.” Although amused by her expressions, she perfectly understood her frustration and wanted to be completely reasonable. “It’s for you.”

She climbs onto the bed, kneeling in front of the blonde. Her voice shifts to a lower, deeper tone as she plays with her knees.

“For me?” she says sarcastically, with no desire to continue.

“Yes, for you.” Her free hand travels down her leg, parting them to settle between them again. “All you have to do is look pretty lying there and watch.”

Karen’s breath catches at the touch. Her gaze travels over her body, from her position to the camera. She observes her for a moment, considering the possibilities, but for some reason, it made her vulnerable.

“No—Joyce, I’m not going to do this” she swallows hard, her voice calmer and softer than before.

“Why not?”

“Because…” her gaze returned to her eyes, trying to think of something to say, but she simply didn’t like the idea of being recorded in such an intimate moment. “You leave me in the middle of an orgasm just for this.”

“I promise I will make it up to you, love.”

The taller woman continued thinking. She trusted Joyce and knew that whatever came out in the recordings would stay between them.

“Fine” she said, still hesitant, lying down again and looking at her with puppy-dog eyes.

Joyce gave her a loving look, then adjusted the camera, squinting and peering through the lens. In a matter of seconds, a red light appeared.

Karen’s cheeks flushed at the sight. She didn’t know if it was from excitement or embarrassment, but she turned her face away from the wall anyway.

Joyce repositioned herself. Her tip was once again nestled between her folds, and after a few seconds, she was inside her again.

The blonde gasped at the sensation of being filled again, gripping the sheets and biting her knuckle

Joyce took her time, recording from the bottom up. Every detail, every mole, every mark she had left on her lover. She wanted to capture all of her beauty.

Her hips began to move back and then push. Each time the brunette did, Karen bit her lip and gripped the sheets tightly. Her gaze remained lost elsewhere.

The rhythm was slow and painful for the blonde. She wanted more.

“Joyce…” she moaned, writhing beneath her. Her lips were parted, and she was breathing heavily.

The brunette held back from increasing the pace. “Look at me.”

Her breath was trembling, and she didn’t want to look, but hearing her speak like that made her weak.

And she did. Slowly, she turned to meet her eyes. As she did, Joyce thrust hard, making Karen close her eyes with a long, sharp moan.

Her hips increased the rhythm, and soon there were sharp, thumping sounds.

Her cock slid in and out so good that Karen gripped the sheets. Moans escaped her, no longer able to contain them.

Joyce gasped, her breath quick and ragged as she rubbed herself hard.

Karen’s head hit the sheets, then returned to Joyce. Her legs wrapped around Joyce’s hips. Each time Joyce pulled out, Karen used her feet to push her back in.

This continued until the brunette sped up, causing Karen to arch her back and utter intangible curses. Her mind was clouded, and Joyce had her right where she wanted her.

"Touch yourself" she gasped, almost moaning. Karen obeyed without thinking. She couldn't do it with Joyce's cock so deep inside

She ran her fingers along her neck, down her chest to her tits, which bounced with each thrust. Her hands kneaded her own breasts before pinching her nipples.

Joyce gasped more, quickening her movements, and Karen moaned.

The brunette zoomed in, moving from her face to follow her trembling hands.

"You are doing a great job."

Karen bit her lip, letting out a moan that sounded like a question. Joyce adjusts the zoom again to witness her face filled with pleasure.

“Yes, but I think you’re missing a spot” she says, looking at her swollen clit.

The blonde lets out a giggle mixed with a moan that sends goosebumps down Joyce’s spine.

Her hand continues squeezing her breast while the other moves down to where she was directed, beginning to rub her clit with her middle fingers.

Her movements are slow and careless. Her head falls back, reaching orgasm.

Joyce, mesmerized, speeds up even more. Her hips thrust harder, feeling the heat build in her belly.

Karen stares at the camera. Her eyes steady as her hand works wonders where she likes it most. Her fingers move slowly and in circles while her other hand pinches her nipple.

"Faster," Joyce demands, and she obeys. Her breathing is ragged, her moans trembling. She's on the verge of climax again, rubbing herself even faster.

Joyce thrusts with all her might. The camera is still firmly in her hand as she grips her blonde's thigh with the other.

Karen continues stimulating her clit until her climax hits her. Her eyes roll back, her back arched, and her head thrown back blocked her touch, making it difficult for her to continue.

The brunette watched, fascinated. She was on the verge of her own climax, but she helped anyway. Her thumb rubbed her clit in opposing circles, and Karen stopped breathing.

Her hands fell to the bed, her back arching supplely, and the sheets began to dampen.

Joyce couldn't hold back any longer. She gave a few more thrusts before climaxing and the camera fell to the bed. Her hands gripped her thighs tightly as she moaned and rubbed her clit even more.

"Joyce-" The blonde's voice came out with great difficulty, barely understandable, lifting her head and closing her eyes, her nose wrinkling. She couldn't form another word, but she needed Joyce to stop.

The brunette looked at her with half-closed eyes, understanding perfectly. Her hand moved away from the area, resting on her sides.

The speed slowed, so as not to overwhelm her further. Both were completely satisfied.

After a few seconds, Joyce carefully withdrew her member, unbuckling the strap from her hips and setting it aside before lying down next to her blonde, who gently kissed her cheek.

A satisfied smile appeared on Karen's lips as she turned to look at her beloved, a mess and covered in sweat. "I think I'm going to need a tape of that”

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This is the second time I upload it because for some reason tumblr hates me, so it is not edited or anything

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