Chapter 1550
As Kevin's gaze lingered on Cynthia's alluring figure in black stockings, a surge of heat coursed through him. His dick stiffened even more, pulsing with desire as it strained against him, eager for more.
Cynthia blushed deeply, her legs pressed against the sofa in a provocative pose, her arms moving to shield her enticing form. "Kevin...hold on....this isn't right. You're still young; we can't go down this road."
Kevin grasped Cynthia's ankles, trailing his hands down slowly, savoring the feel of her silky stocking-clad legs. With a teasing smirk, he retorted, "Come on, Cynthia. Dressed like this, it's like you're begging for it. It's freezing outside, yet you're here in those revealing clothes, stockings and all. Weren't you the one coming on to me earlier?"
Cynthia stammered, feeling embarrassed that Kevin had caught on to her motives. Her cheeks burning, she explained, "I always dress like this. I wasn't trying to seduce you. I just felt bad about what happened last time and wanted to make it right."
"Is that so?" Kevin thrust his hips forward, his dick evident as he pressed against her pussy, the fabric of her stockings and panties intensifying the sensation. With only a thin barrier between them, the intimacy was palpable. Kevin breathed heavily, a mischievous grin playing on his lips as he teased Cynthia's most intimate area. "Cynthia, how do you plan to make it up to me? Should I just go for it and take you?"
"No...not here...we can't do this," Cynthia protested, feeling the stimulation from Kevin's touch sending shivers down her spine. Her body responded, on the edge of ecstasy, her thighs trembling uncontrollably. A mix of shame and desire crossed her face, her glossy lips parting as she whispered, "Kevin, please. Sean is your friend. How will you face him if we go through with this?"
Kevin's resentment towards Sean flared at Cynthia's mention of him. If it weren't for that guy, he wouldn't have had a falling out with Audrey. Cynthia, as a mother, also bore some responsibility. With a disdainful snort, he roughly tore open the crotch of Cynthia's black stockings, revealing her dripping wet vagina. Her tiny thong was wedged tightly, her cunt on full display, love juice evident.
Bowing his head, Kevin used his fingers to move aside the damp thong, inspecting Cynthia's exposed genitals closely. The mature woman's sex was full and fragrant, exuding a potent mix of desire and a hint of musk that stirred his senses. Swallowing hard, his dick stood proudly, poised for action.
"Kevin, no, please don't look," Cynthia protested, feeling mortified as Kevin brazenly examined her. Her voice quivered with a mix of fear and embarrassment, "Please, I'm asking you, just let me go."
Driven by his lust, Kevin ignored her pleas, using his tongue to explore and taste Cynthia's wetness, his fingers getting coated in her love juice. Parting her folds, he exposed her intimate anatomy, the sight and scent fueling his desire. Lowering his head, he delved in with his tongue, teasing Cynthia's sensitive flesh, his hands caressing her stocking-clad legs and soft buttocks.
Cynthia's body quivered, her legs in black stockings tensing, her hips swaying involuntarily as Kevin's tongue worked its magic. The sensation was both ticklish and electrifying, sending waves of pleasure through her. Unable to resist, she gasped, "Kevin, please, stop. Have mercy. Don't do that."
Ignoring her pleas, Kevin continued his intimate exploration, the wet sounds filling the room. Cynthia's body responded, her demeanor shifting to one of seduction and desire. The initial humiliation gave way to pleasure, her yearning for Kevin's touch growing stronger with each passing moment. "Oh, Kevin, I can't handle this, I can't take it anymore, ah!" Cynthia's body quivered under Kevin's skilled touch, waves of intense heat building inside her, her core pulsating with pleasure. Suddenly, her muscles tensed, urgent moans escaping her lips, her body trembling uncontrollably. As she climaxed, her vagina contracted, releasing a rush of fluid, pushed over the edge by Kevin's actions.
"So much wetness." Kevin was caught off guard, getting sprayed in the face by Cynthia's release, finding it almost as copious as Alissa's. He licked it off, savoring the sweet and tangy taste, with a hint of wine-like flavor. Giving in to temptation, he leaned in to take a few mouthfuls directly from Cynthia's source, relishing it like a fine delicacy. He couldn't help but wonder if Cynthia's essence was unique; he had tasted others before, but none compared to hers.
Meanwhile, Cynthia was still lost in the throes of her climax, her cheeks flushed with a mix of shame and excitement. Keeping her eyes shut, she hesitated to face Kevin. This was her first experience of oral pleasure from a man, the intensity leaving her feeling weightless and vulnerable. It was thrilling and addictive, yet also frightening. After all, the one who had just brought her to this peak was not Edgar but Sean's acquaintance, Kevin. How could she revel in this forbidden pleasure? She needed to stop Kevin.
Before she could act, she felt a hot, firm pressure against her most intimate parts. Opening her eyes and glancing down, she saw Kevin's sizable, erect dick breaching her defenses, the tip teasing her entrance, igniting a forbidden desire within her.
Their bodies connected intimately for the first time, no barriers between them, sparking a forbidden pleasure in Cynthia's being. But thoughts of Edgar and Sean flooded her mind, filling her with fear. Entering into anything with Kevin was out of the question; it would shatter her ability to face anyone ever again.
"No...Kevin...please...I'm begging you...don't do this...I'll do anything you want." Cynthia shook her head frantically, tears of humiliation and despair streaming down her face. She felt powerless to resist, only able to watch as Kevin's dick slowly entered her. In a matter of seconds, their bodies would be fully united. "Oh, that feels amazing."
Kevin sensed Cynthia's velvety labia tightly embracing his manhood, her warm inner walls caressing him gently, drawing his glans in with an irresistible pull. Her continuous release of sweet, delectable fluids validated Albert's claim about Cynthia's sensuality. Many women of her age were like that, prim on the outside but easily stirred, unable to resist a man's advances.
Despite his intense desire, Kevin hesitated as he observed the pain etched on Cynthia's tear-streaked face. He would never coerce a woman into a sexual act, no matter how strong his urges. Initially, he had likened Cynthia to Vanessa, assuming she was uninhibited and adventurous. Yet, after bringing her to climax, Cynthia still resisted. Perhaps he had misjudged her. Now, faced with this dilemma, he felt it was too late to halt their course. Cynthia would surely avoid him in the future.
Internally conflicted, Kevin lingered at Cynthia's entrance. To his surprise, Cynthia's hips lifted, silently urging him on, her moist labia teasing his dick. Ultimately, he withdrew, slowly pulling away from her, a glistening strand of fluid connecting them.
Shaking his head, Kevin took a few steps back, wearing a remorseful expression. "Cynthia, I'm sorry. I acted impulsively. I shouldn't have treated you that way."
"Jesus!" Cynthia gazed up at Kevin, taken aback. She hadn't anticipated Kevin giving up. She had steeled herself for his advances just moments ago. After all, she wasn't a naïve girl anymore; she had considered yielding to him if it helped Edgar, but the price was too steep.
Moved by Kevin's restraint, she made a sudden decision. Rising to her feet, she knelt before him, taking his erect dick in her hand, and slowly enveloping the glans with her mouth.
"Cynthia, what are you doing?" Kevin was stunned by her actions, nearly giving in to the sensation. He had expected her to scold him, cry, run away, or even call the cops. Never in his wildest dreams did he think she would willingly go down on him. Women's responses were unfathomable.
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