Every fiber of her being screamed for release, even as she fought against it. Each time the edge of ecstasy loomed near, she couldn't help but urge Kevin to move faster, to go harder, even though she knew the consequences of succumbing to yet another orgasm.
This time, it was the same, but unlike before, she didn't say it—her actions showed she was looking for another orgasm. Her pleading stopped, replaced by moans that escaped her mouth.
Her hands, which had been trying to pull Kevin's head away from her vagina, now pushed it toward her with force, urging him to thrust his tongue deeper. Her thighs, once held down by Kevin, now pressed against his face, not wanting him to pull away.
Kevin's hands were on her breasts, squeezing them and playing with her nipples, amplifying the intensity of her impending orgasm. Maria's body, drenched in sweat, shimmered under the bathroom light, her breasts heaving with each ragged breath.
"ahhh..." Her back arched off the bed, and she threw her head back, lost in the sensation. The tight grip of her thighs around Kevin's head was a stark contrast to the softness of her breasts, which he fondled with expert precision. Her nipples, hard and sensitive, responded eagerly to his touch.
As Kevin's tongue worked its magic, Maria's moans grew louder and more desperate. Her hands clutched at his hair, guiding him with a newfound urgency. She was beyond words now, her body speaking the language of desire and need. Her legs trembled, her toes curled, and she knew she was close.
Kevin could feel her approaching climax, the way her body tensed and quivered. He redoubled his efforts, his tongue exploring every inch of her, his hands never ceasing their assault on her breasts. The sound of her moans, the taste of her on his lips, and the sight of her writhing in pleasure spurred him on.
Maria's breathing grew shallow, each inhale and exhale a struggle against the rising tide of ecstasy. She could no longer hold back, her body demanding the release she both feared and craved. With one final, shuddering breath, she let go, surrendering to the orgasm that washed over her like a tidal wave.
Her thighs clamped tightly around Kevin's head, her back arched high, and her hands pulled him even closer. She let out a guttural moan, a sound that was both primal and pure, as her body convulsed in waves of pleasure. Kevin's tongue continued its dance, prolonging her climax, while his hands on her breasts drove her further into bliss.
Finally, spent and trembling, Maria slumped back onto the bed, her body a quivering mess. Kevin, his face glistening with her juices, looked up at her with a satisfied grin. He slid up from between her thighs, his body pressing against hers, until his face hovered inches from her sweat-covered one. "Your lower mouth is quite the talker," he said with a smirk, then captured her lips in a deep kiss.
Maria, still breathless and recovering from her orgasm, let him kiss her, unable to muster any resistance. The taste of herself on his lips was an unexpected and intoxicating mix. When Kevin finally pulled back, leaving her gasping for air, he continued, "This one should learn a thing or two from it."
"You made me sweaty again... and we just had a bath," she said, her tone tinged with irritation as she continued to catch her breath. "Now I have to take one again..."
"There's no need. I like how you smell now," Kevin replied, moving down to her glistening neck, where he licked and savored the scent. "Your sweat smells so... milky, limey, and floral. It's a bit salty, but it's alright."
As he trailed kisses down to her breasts and nipples, then to her raised arms, he sucked on her armpits, eliciting a moan from her. With a hint of concern in her voice, she said, "Sweety, let's continue this at night. Emma and the others might be on their way back."
She was right. It was almost 7 in the evening, and they had reservations at 8:30, so their friends could return at any moment.
But Kevin wasn't one to care, as he continued to suck on her armpits. "Just use one of your mouth to make me cum and we are good," he said, inserting a finger into her mouth while gesturing at his raging penis.
Maria knew he would persuade her to do whatever he wanted, so with an inward sigh, she nodded and said, "I'll do it, but let's go to the washroom."
In the bathroom, Maria knelt before Kevin, holding his penis with an angry expression. "Sometimes I hate how forceful you can be," she said, her strokes firm and deliberate.
Kevin smirked, thoroughly enjoying her handjob. "I'm only forceful in bed, and that's because I can't control myself when I smell you, touch you, or even just see you," he replied. "My dick goes rock hard in seconds upon seeing you... I don't know why. Maybe it's because we're parents and child, so your hormone do some shit to mines or something like that, but it seems this thing really like you a lot."
She blushed upon hearing his words, but soon frowned and asked, "Only like me? Not love me?" Her grip on his penis tightened slightly, causing Kevin to feel a bit uneasy. Shaking his head, he replied, "I was talking about my penis... Of course, I myself love you."
"Hmm," Maria murmured as she continued her handjob, her gaze fixed on the head of his penis. "Huh, you're talking like this thing has its own brain..."
"It does," Kevin answered truthfully, but Maria didn't believe him. She leaned in to give it a lick, starting from the shaft and moving up to the tip. Rolling her tongue over the top, she traced back down the sides, repeating the motion until his entire penis was coated in her saliva.
As she continued stroking it, making sure it was fully coated, she glanced at her finished work. Taking a breath, she said, "Okay, this is the last time for now. We'll only do it after dinner and when the others are asleep, alright?"
Every fiber of her being screamed for release, even as she fought against it. Each time the edge of ecstasy loomed near, she couldn't help but urge Kevin to move faster, to go harder, even though she knew the consequences of succumbing to yet another orgasm.
This time, it was the same, but unlike before, she didn't say it—her actions showed she was looking for another orgasm. Her pleading stopped, replaced by moans that escaped her mouth.
Her hands, which had been trying to pull Kevin's head away from her vagina, now pushed it toward her with force, urging him to thrust his tongue deeper. Her thighs, once held down by Kevin, now pressed against his face, not wanting him to pull away.
Kevin's hands were on her breasts, squeezing them and playing with her nipples, amplifying the intensity of her impending orgasm. Maria's body, drenched in sweat, shimmered under the bathroom light, her breasts heaving with each ragged breath.
"ahhh..." Her back arched off the bed, and she threw her head back, lost in the sensation. The tight grip of her thighs around Kevin's head was a stark contrast to the softness of her breasts, which he fondled with expert precision. Her nipples, hard and sensitive, responded eagerly to his touch.
As Kevin's tongue worked its magic, Maria's moans grew louder and more desperate. Her hands clutched at his hair, guiding him with a newfound urgency. She was beyond words now, her body speaking the language of desire and need. Her legs trembled, her toes curled, and she knew she was close.
Kevin could feel her approaching climax, the way her body tensed and quivered. He redoubled his efforts, his tongue exploring every inch of her, his hands never ceasing their assault on her breasts. The sound of her moans, the taste of her on his lips, and the sight of her writhing in pleasure spurred him on.
Maria's breathing grew shallow, each inhale and exhale a struggle against the rising tide of ecstasy. She could no longer hold back, her body demanding the release she both feared and craved. With one final, shuddering breath, she let go, surrendering to the orgasm that washed over her like a tidal wave.
Her thighs clamped tightly around Kevin's head, her back arched high, and her hands pulled him even closer. She let out a guttural moan, a sound that was both primal and pure, as her body convulsed in waves of pleasure. Kevin's tongue continued its dance, prolonging her climax, while his hands on her breasts drove her further into bliss.
Finally, spent and trembling, Maria slumped back onto the bed, her body a quivering mess. Kevin, his face glistening with her juices, looked up at her with a satisfied grin. He slid up from between her thighs, his body pressing against hers, until his face hovered inches from her sweat-covered one. "Your lower mouth is quite the talker," he said with a smirk, then captured her lips in a deep kiss.
Maria, still breathless and recovering from her orgasm, let him kiss her, unable to muster any resistance. The taste of herself on his lips was an unexpected and intoxicating mix. When Kevin finally pulled back, leaving her gasping for air, he continued, "This one should learn a thing or two from it."
"You made me sweaty again... and we just had a bath," she said, her tone tinged with irritation as she continued to catch her breath. "Now I have to take one again..."
"There's no need. I like how you smell now," Kevin replied, moving down to her glistening neck, where he licked and savored the scent. "Your sweat smells so... milky, limey, and floral. It's a bit salty, but it's alright."
As he trailed kisses down to her breasts and nipples, then to her raised arms, he sucked on her armpits, eliciting a moan from her. With a hint of concern in her voice, she said, "Sweety, let's continue this at night. Emma and the others might be on their way back."
She was right. It was almost 7 in the evening, and they had reservations at 8:30, so their friends could return at any moment.
But Kevin wasn't one to care, as he continued to suck on her armpits. "Just use one of your mouth to make me cum and we are good," he said, inserting a finger into her mouth while gesturing at his raging penis.
Maria knew he would persuade her to do whatever he wanted, so with an inward sigh, she nodded and said, "I'll do it, but let's go to the washroom."
In the bathroom, Maria knelt before Kevin, holding his penis with an angry expression. "Sometimes I hate how forceful you can be," she said, her strokes firm and deliberate.
Kevin smirked, thoroughly enjoying her handjob. "I'm only forceful in bed, and that's because I can't control myself when I smell you, touch you, or even just see you," he replied. "My dick goes rock hard in seconds upon seeing you... I don't know why. Maybe it's because we're parents and child, so your hormone do some shit to mines or something like that, but it seems this thing really like you a lot."
She blushed upon hearing his words, but soon frowned and asked, "Only like me? Not love me?" Her grip on his penis tightened slightly, causing Kevin to feel a bit uneasy. Shaking his head, he replied, "I was talking about my penis... Of course, I myself love you."
"Hmm," Maria murmured as she continued her handjob, her gaze fixed on the head of his penis. "Huh, you're talking like this thing has its own brain..."
"It does," Kevin answered truthfully, but Maria didn't believe him. She leaned in to give it a lick, starting from the shaft and moving up to the tip. Rolling her tongue over the top, she traced back down the sides, repeating the motion until his entire penis was coated in her saliva.
As she continued stroking it, making sure it was fully coated, she glanced at her finished work. Taking a breath, she said, "Okay, this is the last time for now. We'll only do it after dinner and when the others are asleep, alright?"
