Chapter 1182
"Hey Willow, did you ever take dance lessons?" Kevin asked, watching her move so smoothly, her hips swaying and her waist twisting like she was born to dance.
"Yeah, I used to be an actress in a musical troupe," Willow replied, a hint of nostalgia in her eyes. "We were pretty popular back then, performing all the time. But things went downhill. Everyone's online now, who even watches live shows anymore? Oh, and by the way, Principal Jones' wife, Daisy, was in the troupe too. We shared a dorm. She's the deputy head now, and I'm the union chair, but it's just a title. I hardly ever go."
"Who's the better dancer, you or Daisy?" Kevin asked, intrigued. No wonder both Willow and Daisy had such great poise. Women trained in dance always had that extra something, moving more gracefully and with more captivating eyes.
"It's tough to say. Daisy's a ballet dancer, and I sing opera. She's got the dance moves, but I can sing better," Willow said with a playful glint in her eye. "Want me to sing something for you?"
"Absolutely," Kevin grinned, his hands on Willow's round, firm butt, pressing his hard-on against her. The feel of her full vulva against him was driving him wild.
"Kevin, how am I supposed to sing with you holding me like this?" Willow teased, feeling his heat and hardness, much more intense than Devon's. Her cheeks flushed, and her eyes sparkled flirtatiously. "Let go for now, and I'll let you hold me later, okay?"
Kevin didn't want to seem too eager. Some women were like soda, you gulp them down, but others were like fine wine, meant to be savored. He reluctantly let go of her soft butt after giving it a firm squeeze.
Willow spun out of his arms gracefully, throwing him a seductive glance. "I'll sing an opera piece for you. I won an award for it back in the troupe." She moved to the center of the bedroom, her demeanor shifting from sultry to spirited, transforming from a mature, sexy woman into a lively, innocent girl.
Kevin sat on the sofa, sipping red wine and munching on snacks, admiring Willow's sensual figure and captivating voice, which brought him immense pleasure.
With such a beauty swaying in front of him, who could resist? Kevin suddenly understood Ivan a bit. Facing such a sexy and beautiful woman every day but not being able to have her, no wonder Ivan lost control and assaulted the girls at school. But Ivan's loss had turned into Kevin's gain.
Seeing Kevin's eyes glued to her, Willow felt a surge of pride and flaunted her figure even more. She might not have been as famous as Daisy in the troupe, but she was still a well-known actress. They had always competed, never backing down. Daisy married Oliver and became the principal's wife, while Willow married Devon and became the County Treasurer's wife, putting them on equal footing. But after more than a decade, Devon's passion for her had faded. Her once-proud dance and singing skills went unappreciated. Now, in front of Kevin, Willow felt like she was twenty again, shining brightly.
Kevin was still lost in the enchanting voices after the act ended; he used to think that operas were far less enjoyable than pop music, but now he realized he was wrong. Whether something sounded good depended entirely on who was singing it. With a mature beauty like Willow, anything she sang was amazing. He even had a wild thought—how exciting it would be to see Daisy and Willow, the two troupe beauties, dancing in sexy outfits together.
"How was it, Kevin? Did I sing well?" Willow asked, swaying her hips as she sat beside him, taking a sip of wine. A faint sheen of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her firm breasts rose and fell, exuding the allure of a mature woman.
"It was incredible, Willow. I want to hear more," Kevin said, feeling parched. All he wanted now was to press this seductive, sexy woman beneath him and ravish her. His cock was so hard it was about to explode.
Seeing Kevin's bulging cock, Willow's heart raced. Although she was ready to give herself to him, she couldn't help but feel nervous. This was her first time betraying Devon, and her partner was much younger than her. Kevin's burning gaze made her flustered. She turned her face away, sipping her wine, feeling the air thick with an unsettlingly ambiguous atmosphere.
"Willow, I want to kiss you," Kevin said, placing his hand on Willow's smooth, delicate thigh, gently stroking it. Willow looked back at Kevin's clear eyes, her heart fluttering, and she nodded slightly, closing her eyes.
Kevin then leaned in, capturing Willow's lips with his mouth, starting to suck. He now had experience dealing with mature women. For these women, he couldn't go straight to the point; that would only make them feel he was after their bodies, which wasn't good. Kissing was something women couldn't resist. Once there was physical contact, it was like opening a breakthrough. Doing anything else would be easy. If a woman allowed herself to be kissed, she would allow herself to be fucked.
Kevin's lips were soft and moist, like cheese, leaving Willow wanting more, igniting her desire. As Kevin's tongue pried open her lips and entered her mouth, starting to swirl, her body went limp, as if her bones had been removed.
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