“Your three of a kind beats my pair.” Karen sighs, unhooking her bra. I run my nails over her perfect globes and squeeze her crinkled teats. I always know what cards she has, though lately I’m wondering if I’m the only one she plays with. Her beatific expression as she shuffles the pack, tells me nothing.
“Lucky at cards, hope you’re not unlucky in love babes.”
“Damn you, Karen,” I snap and grab a hunk of hair. On her knees, she tugs my panties south with her teeth and presses her poker face hard against my mound.
