Chapter 1183
In her memory, Devon had never kissed her like this. He always gave her a half-hearted hug and kiss, then roughly tore off her clothes, eager to satisfy his primal urges. He had absolutely no idea what romance or foreplay was. Their relationship was mostly physical, with barely any emotional connection. Maybe only a young guy like Kevin would crave a passionate kiss this much.
Willow was totally lost in Kevin's kiss, soaking up the unmatched pleasure. Her hands instinctively wrapped around his neck, responding with equal passion. She felt Kevin's tongue skillfully find hers, teasing and entwining. She chuckled to herself, thinking, 'Kevin definitely isn't a virgin anymore. No one gets this good at kissing overnight.'
But Willow didn't mind. Kids these days were way more mature. Her own son, Ivan, had sex with a girl in school and even got her pregnant, causing a huge scandal at school. Willow had to step in, paying the girl's family a hundred grand to settle it. Back then, that kind of money could buy a house.
Willow parted her lips, her tongue darting in and out like bait on a fishhook, enticing Kevin. Their tongues quickly intertwined, like two snakes passionately entwined, swapping each other's saliva.
Kevin was guided and tempted by Willow, feeling an unprecedented thrill and excitement, even more so than when he had an affair with Evelyn. After all, Willow was Ivan's mom. But Kevin felt no guilt, just a strong sense of triumphant revenge. He sucked on Willow's tender tongue more fervently, his large hand sliding down from her waist, lifting her nightgown, and caressing her full, round butt. Willow's body was so voluptuous and smooth. Only a woman who has lived a life of privilege, untouched by hardship, could possess such captivating charm.
"Be gentle, Kevin." Seeing Kevin's clumsy movements, Willow smiled, taking the initiative to pull down the straps of her nightgown, revealing her alluring breasts. Biting her lip, she said, "Come on."
Looking at Willow's enticing breasts, Kevin swallowed hard. He cupped the underside of her breasts with his hands, gently kneading them, then dove in, sucking on her nipples like a starving baby, savoring the rich taste of her milk.
Willow's breasts were heavy and full, about the same size as Daisy's—they were both D-cups. Kevin kneaded her firm breasts, teasing her nipples with his agile tongue, sometimes flicking, sometimes scraping, sometimes nibbling. Her nipples, intensely stimulated, became even more erect, trembling as they stood up, welcoming Kevin's assault.
Willow's face turned bright red as she held Kevin's head, which was buried in her chest. Her body swayed, passionately responding to Kevin's sucking and kneading. Her nipples ached from the rough treatment, but she just furrowed her brows slightly, biting her lip, her eyes misty with pleasure. Devon's busy work schedule and declining health had left Willow unsatisfied in bed for years, and now Kevin was fully awakening her pent-up desires.
Suddenly, Willow pushed Kevin away. Seeing the confused look on his face, she bit her lip and silently reached out to unbuckle his belt, pulling down his underwear. When his already swollen, red dick sprang out, Willow's eyes narrowed, her body shuddered, and her heart raced. She bent down, wrapping her hand around the hot, rod-like object, clumsily stroking it. The extraordinary heat and hardness made her sigh with satisfaction.
Since their accidental encounter at the hospital, Willow's mind had been filled with images of Kevin's robust dick. Every time she had sex with Devon, seeing his flabby belly and limp dick left her uninterested. Even though Devon provided her with a life of luxury, the physical emptiness couldn't be filled with money.
As the union chairman of the dance troupe, Willow had access to many young men, each strong and full of energy. She had once had a flirtation with one of them, a young man who was articulate, enthusiastic, and took the initiative to organize many union activities, catching Willow's attention. She gave him as many benefits as possible.
During that time, Willow felt like a young girl in love, frequently sending flirtatious messages to him, enjoying the thrill of flirting on the edge of danger. She even sent him messages while lying next to Devon at night. The messages became increasingly explicit, and their physical contact grew more frequent. Willow often created opportunities for physical contact, feeling very satisfied seeing the young man's eager yet nervous expression.
But it all came to an abrupt end due to an accident. Willow overheard the young man chatting with his companion, revealing their flirtatious relationship and even boasting that he could easily seduce her, calling her a horny old woman and saying he would share his experience with others once he succeeded.
Willow was shocked. She had thought the young man liked her, but to him, she was just a desperate, lustful old woman. Her heart was pierced. After that, she gradually distanced herself from him. The blow made her lose trust in men's words. She even stopped going to the dance troupe, instead partnering with a few friends to open this club. She would come here for a sauna, chat with friends, and have a cup of coffee. In a few years, when her hormones stopped secreting, she wouldn't want to have sex anymore.
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