Karen Jackson had always been a good girl, or so she thought. But since Frank Gallagher moved in with her mother, Sheila, something primal stirred within her. She found herself drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. His rugged charm, his confident swagger, and that damned smirk that made her panties damp every time he shot it her way.
One evening, while Sheila was out on a bender with Frank, Karen found herself alone in the house. She was lounging on the couch, wearing nothing but a tiny pair of boy shorts and a tank top that left little to the imagination. She heard the front door creak open, and in walked Frank, his eyes immediately locking onto her.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Frank said, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine.
Karen sat up, her heart pounding. "Frank, what are you doing here? Where's Sheila?"
"She's passed out in the car. I figured I'd come in and... entertain myself," he said, his eyes never leaving her body.
Karen should have been scared, but instead, she felt a thrill. She stood up, letting her body be fully on display. "And how do you plan on doing that, Frank?"
Frank didn't need to be told twice. He closed the distance between them in seconds, his hands gripping her waist tightly. He pulled her close, his mouth crashing down on hers. She moaned into his kiss, her hands tangling in his hair.
Their bodies pressed together, and she could feel his hard dick through his jeans. She reached down, rubbing him through the fabric, making him groan. He lifted her up, carrying her to the couch, laying her down gently. He quickly shed his clothes, his dick springing free, hard and ready.
Karen bit her lip, her eyes wide with anticipation. Frank didn't waste any time. He pulled her boy shorts off, his fingers finding her wet pussy. He rubbed her clit, making her gasp, before sliding a finger inside her. She arched her back, her nails digging into the couch cushions.
"Fuck, Karen, you're so wet," Frank growled, adding another finger. He pumped them in and out of her, his thumb circling her clit, driving her wild.
She couldn't take it anymore. She needed him inside her. "Frank, please, I need you," she begged, her voice breathless.
He didn't make her wait. He positioned himself between her legs, his dick pressing against her entrance. He slid in slowly, inch by inch, filling her completely. She moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper.
He started to move, his hips thrusting against hers, each stroke hitting her G-spot perfectly. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing. Frank reached down, rubbing her clit, sending her over the edge. She cried out, her pussy clenching around his dick as she came.
Frank wasn't far behind. He pounded into her, his own orgasm hitting him hard. He pulled out, his cum spilling onto her stomach, marking her as his.
They lay there, panting, their bodies slick with sweat. Karen looked at Frank, a smirk playing on her lips. "Well, Frank, I think we just crossed a line."
Frank chuckled, pulling her close. "Yeah, Karen, I think we did. But fuck, it felt good."
From that night on, their secret relationship blossomed. They would steal moments together, their passion for each other growing stronger each time. It was risky, dangerous even, but the thrill of it all only made it hotter.
One day, while Sheila was out, they decided to take their usual tryst to the next level. Karen was on her hands and knees on the bed, her ass in the air, waiting for Frank. He smacked her ass, making her jump.
"Fuck, Karen, you have the best ass," he said, rubbing his dick against her.
She looked back at him, her eyes filled with lust. "Then take it, Frank. It's yours."
He didn't need to be told twice. He positioned himself at her entrance, sliding in slowly. She moaned, her head dropping down as he filled her. He started to move, his hips thrusting against hers, his dick hitting her G-spot perfectly.
He reached around, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed her, making her gasp, her body tensing. He could feel her orgasm building, her pussy clenching around his dick.
"Frank, I'm close," she panted, her body trembling.
He didn't let up. He pounded into her, his fingers rubbing her clit faster. She cried out, her orgasm hitting her hard. Her pussy clenched around his dick, milking him, sending him over the edge. He came, his cum filling her up, their bodies shuddering together.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat. Karen looked at Frank, a satisfied smile on her lips. "Well, Frank, I think we just took things to a whole new level."
Frank chuckled, pulling her close. "Yeah, Karen, I think we did. But fuck, it was worth it."
Their secret relationship continued, their passion for each other growing stronger each day. They knew the risks, but the thrill of it all was too much to resist. And as for Sheila and Lip, they were none the wiser, leaving Karen and Frank to their own devices, their love a secret that would forever burn bright.
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