Chapter 1551
Cynthia glanced up at Kevin but remained silent. She continued to hold his penis in her mouth, her tongue gently licking the most sensitive part. After what had just transpired, she felt even more gratitude towards Kevin. He had managed to control himself and not hurt her; she felt it was only fair to return the favor. A blowjob didn't seem like a big deal.
“This feels incredible...Cynthia...this is...awesome,” Kevin murmured, feeling her soft lips around his cock, gently sucking. Her tongue, with its textured surface, scraped against his glans, eliciting an unparalleled sensation.
He couldn’t help but place his hand on Cynthia’s shoulder, moving his hips as his penis slowly thrust in and out of her mouth. The intense pleasure quickly reached its peak, and with a shudder, he finally exploded, releasing a hot, sticky load of semen into her mouth.
Caught off guard, Cynthia started coughing violently, spitting out his penis. Her mouth opened, and the milky fluid dripped down her lips, some of it swallowed involuntarily.
Kevin panted heavily, his wet penis still semi-erect. Even after ejaculating, it remained impressively hard. Watching Cynthia with semen dripping from her mouth, he felt a surge of pride. Her skills were evident, likely honed from frequent sessions with her husband, Edgar. Edgar could never imagine his wife's enticing mouth being filled with another man's semen.
Cynthia stood up, about to wipe the semen from her mouth, when her phone rang. Seeing it was Edgar calling, her expression shifted, and she instinctively glanced at Kevin.
“Answer it, Cynthia. And put it on speaker,” Kevin said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He was eager to hear Edgar's voice, which would amplify his sense of accomplishment.
Reluctantly, Cynthia put the call on speaker. Edgar’s voice came through, “Hey, honey, how’s it going? Did Kevin agree to help?”
"Yes, Kevin said he'd talk to Daisy," Cynthia replied, instinctively licking the semen from her lips. The seductive gesture ignited Kevin's desire. He moved behind her, lifting her skirt and rubbing his penis against her plump buttocks, his hands reaching around to squeeze her firm breasts.
"That's a relief," Edgar sighed. "By the way, Kevin didn't make any unreasonable demands, did he? Remember how mad I got when he licked your foot last time? If it had been anyone else, I'd have called the cops for harassment."
"Let it go, Edgar. That was just a misunderstanding. Kevin didn't ask for anything," Cynthia said, her voice trembling as Kevin's strong arms held her, his penis pressing against her buttocks, his hands kneading her breasts. Her body felt weak, and a wave of heat surged through her, making her voice quiver. "Kevin's really a good kid."
"Is that so? Maybe I misjudged him. But you should still be careful. Don't wear those black stockings out. They're fine at home, but outside, they can send the wrong message. Even if he didn't lick your foot, he probably thought about it. Boys his age have those thoughts."
Edgar rambled on, unaware that on the other end of the line, Cynthia was being fondled by Kevin, her nipples hardening under his touch.
"Okay, I understand," Cynthia said, unable to explain to Edgar. She could feel Kevin's hard penis sliding between her buttocks. If not for her stockings, it might have already entered her.
"How about this? Tomorrow, invite Kevin over for dinner to apologize," Edgar suggested, feeling relieved. But then he reconsidered, thinking it might not be safe for Cynthia to be alone with Kevin. "Actually, let's have dinner at home. I'll be there too. That should be fine, right?"
"Alright, I'll hang up now. I'll be home soon," Cynthia said, feeling like she couldn't take it anymore. If the conversation continued, she might lose control and moan out loud.
After hanging up, Cynthia panted, "Kevin, let me go. I really can't take it anymore."
Kevin slid his hand inside her dress, directly grasping one of her full breasts, his fingers playing with her hardened nipple. He whispered in her ear, "Cynthia, it seems your husband still doesn't trust me. Is he planning to teach me a lesson tomorrow?"
"No, really, he's not," Cynthia moaned softly as Kevin's fingers teased her sensitive nipple. "Kevin, my husband is just like that. He even talks to his boss the same way. That's why he hasn't been promoted in years. He genuinely wants to apologize. Please, just go."
"Alright, I'll go," Kevin said, genuinely curious about what Edgar had planned. He squeezed Cynthia's breast, feeling the soft flesh spill through his fingers. Despite Edgar's flaws, his wife's breasts were quite impressive. Enjoying her body, Kevin's penis grew hard again. "Cynthia, why don't you use your breasts for a titjob? I'm ready for more."
Tonight, he had enjoyed Cynthia's foot job, blow job, and hand job. His cock was still pressing against her plump buttocks, and he hadn't had enough of her full breasts yet. Letting her go now felt unsatisfying.
Cynthia's resistance had weakened. After all, Kevin had already licked her vagina. A titjob didn't seem like a big deal. Refusing now would make her previous sacrifices pointless.
"I can't. If I'm too late, Edgar will get suspicious. Kevin, can we do it another time? I promise I'll make it up to you," Cynthia pleaded, her body trembling with the pleasure Kevin's fingers were giving her. She felt like she was losing control, afraid of the overwhelming desire consuming her. She had endured sexual harassment from clients before, but this was different. Kevin's teasing and threats excited her, and she didn't feel as repulsed as she should. In fact, she was starting to enjoy it. She had even orgasmed from Kevin's tongue, something she rarely experienced with Edgar.
Kevin fondled Cynthia's firm, luscious breasts, relishing their soft, smooth texture. Apart from their size, they were nearly perfect. He savored every inch of her breasts, from the base to the nipples, which he gently pinched and twisted.
The top seven in his personal breast ranking were Audrey, Daisy, Alissa, Jillie, Willow, Evelyn, and Vanessa, all boasting D cups or larger. Cynthia's C cups were impressive but didn't quite make the top ranks. Still, she was a rare beauty, and Kevin felt fortunate to have her.
Thinking this might be his last chance to enjoy Cynthia's breasts, Kevin began to pull down her dress, exposing her shoulders and the black bra strap across her back. Her half-revealed breasts looked even more enticing against the black fabric.
Kevin's mouth went dry as he reached for the bra clasp, ready to free her breasts completely. But just then, a phone rang, startling them both.
Cynthia thought it was Edgar calling to check on her, but it was Kevin's phone. Seeing it was Audrey, he hesitated before answering.
"Kevin, where are you?" Audrey's voice was calm.
"Oh, I'm at Daisy's house, doing homework," Kevin lied smoothly.
"Okay, finish up and come home soon. It's getting cold out."
"Alright," Kevin replied, taken aback. Usually, after a fight, Audrey would give him the silent treatment for days. But today, she was the one reaching out first. This wasn't like the proud, aloof Audrey he knew.
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