Chapter 1565
"Oh yes...that's fucking awesome!" Kevin moaned, as Cynthia's soft breasts enveloped his cock, sending waves of ecstasy through him. He looked down, watching as her breasts snugly enclosed his cock, the tip peeking out from between them. Each movement elicited a slick secretion from his urethra, heightening the sensation.
Though Cynthia's C-cup size only partially covered his cock, unlike Audrey's more ample bust, Kevin relished the moment. It was a primal urge, a conquest he had long desired, and it was sure to cause a stir in Harmony County's whispered rankings regarding bra sizes.
Character Profile 001
Name: Cynthia
Age: 40
Occupation: Freelancer
Height: 5 feet 4 inches
Measurements: 34-26-38 inches
Weight: 130 pounds
Bra Size: C-cup
Family: Husband Edgar, son Sean
Personality: Mature, communicative, disciplined, resourceful, with a touch of sophistication
Blood Type: AB
Birthday: January 1
Address: 25 Harmony Lane, Harmony County
Hobbies: Listening to music, wearing black stockings, pencil skirts
Marital Status: Stable, good sex life, usually getting busy once or twice a week
Sexual Desire: Strong, sometimes satisfied through self-pleasure
Sensitive Spots: Nipples, can lead to arousal and potential orgasm
Skills: Expert in Foot Play
Breast Rating: Three stars
Cleavage Type: Y-shaped
Vaginal Features: Produces a unique aromatic fluid when aroused, reminiscent of wine, which can reduce excitement and delay ejaculation when consumed.
First Intercourse Details: Date, Place, Duration, Position, Ejaculation Method, Volume, Orgasm Frequency, Sexual Preferences, Total Intercourse Count, Combinations, Outdoor Records, Kissing: Data unavailable.
Unlocked: Hand Play, Foot Play, Oral Sex, Breast Sex (first time on November 12 at 9:30 pm in Cynthia's master bedroom).
Locked: Intergluteal Sex, Anal, BDSM.
Skills: Oral Sex, Hand Play, Blow Job, Strategic Level: 60%.
"Oh, Cynthia, this is incredible," Kevin gasped, his hips moving instinctively as he thrust between her breasts. The sensation of his glans against her smooth skin was driving him wild, his desire cresting. He gripped Cynthia's wrists, urging her to press her breasts tightly around his glans. Pleasure surged, building rapidly until his glans quivered violently before releasing. Thick semen shot out in bursts, filling Cynthia's cleavage and splattering her neck, chin, and lips.
After a few more tremors, Kevin emptied his testicles completely, then slumped beside Cynthia, breathing heavily.
Cynthia sat up, wiping the semen from her cleavage and lips with tissues. She thought Kevin had ejaculated more than Edgar did in three or four times. No wonder he was so impulsive; teenage boys tended to act on impulse, and with Kevin's early development, his desires were even stronger.
"Hey, Kevin, it's late. You should go home," Cynthia said, blushing as she slipped into her nightgown and fixed her tousled hair. "Don't want Audrey to worry."
"Thanks, Cynthia. Tonight was amazing," Kevin said as he quickly got dressed. Unable to resist, he pulled Cynthia close, his hands exploring her curves, already planning to delve into her voluptuous body next time.
"Um, sure. Next time, I'll help with your 'alone time,'" Cynthia blushed, gently pushing Kevin away. She quietly opened the door and found Edgar still lounging on the couch in the living room. Guiding Kevin to the front door, she noticed his slightly damp hair and advised him to wait in the hallway until it dried off before leaving. "Got it, Cynthia." Kevin waved cheerfully as he stepped out, Cynthia's desire-filled gaze lingering in his mind. A sense of achievement washed over him.
When a man and a woman engage in physical contact, emotions tend to intensify. Perhaps this was what they called growing fondness over time. Even though he hadn’t had intercourse with Cynthia, he had no regrets.
Not every woman required penetration for satisfaction. Engaging in breast sex like this was enjoyable. A mature man should be able to manage his desires, not be controlled by them. Despite not ejaculating inside Cynthia's vagina, her enthusiastic participation was satisfying in itself.
Leaning against the cool door, Cynthia felt the heat still lingering in her body, her vagina achingly empty. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of frustration, thinking Kevin was too hung up on her response. If only he had been more assertive like Edgar and made a move.
Women often said one thing but meant another. She had already undressed and lay on the bed willingly. If he had just taken the lead, she wouldn't have resisted. She couldn't bring herself to ask him for sex.
Especially when Kevin was on top of her earlier, his penis quivering in her cleavage before climaxing. She could almost feel the intensity of his release. If he had ejaculated inside her, she might have reached climax instantly.
Cynthia lowered her head, running her hand over her damp labia through her nightgown. Suddenly, her gaze landed on a red backpack near the shoe cabinet. It was Sean's backpack. She had sent him to his grandfather's to do homework, assuming dinner would be over before 8 pm. She wondered when Sean had returned.
Worry gnawed at her. Sean must have come back while she was with Kevin in the bedroom. She didn't know if he had overheard anything. Hurriedly, she went to Sean's room, pushed the door open, and found him engrossed in a computer game.
Sean paused the game, turned to Cynthia, and said with a touch of irritation, "Mom, why didn't you knock?"
"Oh, sorry." Cynthia realized that since Sean started middle school, he valued his privacy. She usually had to knock before entering his room. But now, she was too distracted. Urgently, she asked, "When did you get back? I told you to finish your homework at your grandpa's before coming home."
"I just got back a bit ago. I finished my homework already. You can check if you don't believe me," Sean said, frowning. "Mom, who did you have over for dinner? Why is Dad drunk again? Must be his buddies."
"Sean, don't talk about your dad like that." Cynthia's expression darkened, then softened. "It was a friend of mine, discussing business. And don't stay up too late playing games; it's not good for your eyes. Hit the sack early if you're done for the night."
"Got it," Sean replied shortly, but his eyes drifted over Cynthia's figure. He froze, taking in Cynthia in a strappy nightgown, slightly damp and hugging her curves. Her ample, round breasts were prominently outlined, even the perky peaks were visible.
Cynthia wasn't wearing a bra. Sean's gaze roamed down, past her softly curved waist, to her lower half. The nightgown clung to her shapely hips with no hint of underwear in sight. A slight rise on her inner thigh hinted at her mons pubis. She was completely bare underneath.
Had Cynthia been pleasuring herself in the bedroom earlier? Sean's mind painted a vivid picture of Cynthia on the bed, her fingers exploring her intimate areas. An inexplicable thrill surged through him, causing an awkward erection.
As Cynthia conversed with Sean as usual, she suddenly noticed his flushed face, quickening breaths, and distant stare. Just as she was about to reprimand him, she spotted the bulge in his pants and realized what was happening. Blushing lightly, she instinctively covered her chest and groin.
She had ditched her underwear and bra while with Kevin earlier. Later, for convenience, she had slipped on the nightgown, leaving nothing underneath. She never anticipated provoking a physical response in Sean. It was mortifying.
"Sean, bedtime. I'm heading out," Cynthia tried to keep her cool, swiftly exiting the room, feeling her cheeks burning.
Typically, at home, even post-shower, she would only emerge wrapped in a towel, revealing her thighs and a hint of cleavage. But towels were thicker than nightgowns, and the nightgown was soaked, nearly see-through under the light. Sean was sixteen; how could he not react? Of course, Sean's penis was much smaller than Kevin's, probably around 4 inches.
She entered the living room and found Edgar still dozing on the couch. She fetched a blanket from the bedroom and covered him. Gazing at Edgar's somewhat weathered face, she reflected on their decade-long marriage. Despite his occasional visits to adult entertainment spots, Edgar was still better than many. With his position in the police department, resisting women who actively pursued him was challenging. Just like herself in business, she also encountered harassment. She longed to be a virtuous woman, but it seemed like an impossible feat.
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