"Yes... yes..." Venice moaned, her hips continuing to shake on Kevin's lap. She used her hand to guide his head to her bosom, her eyes closed, reveling in the sensations building up as she approached orgasm after a long time.
"I'm about to cum!" she exclaimed, unable to resist the urge to share her imminent climax. Her hips didn't stop their delightful dance, fueling the fire of pleasure even more. Kevin, hearing her proclamation, decided to take things up a notch.
He lifted Venice by her thighs, laying her down on the bus seat, still keeping his penis inside her. Climbing on top of her, he began thrusting his hips, intensifying her pleasure to another level before she could reach orgasm.
Her legs rested on his shoulders as he pushed them back toward her head, arching her back and providing a tantalizing view of his penis penetrating her smooth, wet vagina. Her skin glistened with moisture as it eagerly welcomed each thrust from Kevin's member.
"Miss Venice, after how long are you about to experience orgasm?" Kevin asked, reducing the speed of his hips to delay her climax.
Venice paused, pondering the question and realizing she had to forget about it. "I don't remember," she admitted.
"How sad? How about we change that?" Kevin playfully suggested, his hips resuming their rhythm with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Let's make you orgasm every day, so you'll have a hard time remembering a day without a happy ending."
"Only if you pay," Venice said, her tone firm and business-like. Unlike her husband, who found pleasure in extramarital affairs, Venice was all about the money.
"Haha, of course, I'll pay," Kevin chuckled, his hips picking up speed as he leaned in closer, getting into character. "But remember, I'm the exclusive payer here. No Groupon deals or two-for-one specials, okay?"
Venice nodded, understanding the terms. She saw the playful glint in Kevin's eyes and sealed the deal with a passionate kiss. Surprisingly, she went all in, putting her lip-locking skills to work as her climax drew near. And just when she was about to burst, Kevin didn't let her vocalize her pleasure. It was like a game of "guess the orgasm" where Kevin was determined to keep her guessing.
The position they were in made it quite a challenge for Venice to reach her long-awaited climax. It was like a Rubik's Cube of pleasure, trying to align all the right moves to unlock the ultimate satisfaction. The pressure built with each thrust, making Venice feel like she was solving a complex mathematical equation with her body. Who knew math could be so steamy?
Finally, the pressure broke, and Venice's body unleashed a wild wave of ecstasy. Moans tried to escape her lips, but Kevin, the master of timing, kept her quiet with a passionate lip-lock. It was like a synchronized performance of silence, where their tongues danced to the rhythm of pleasure.
"Haaa, haaa," Kevin finally released her lips, his breath heavy with the aftermath of their passionate exchange. As he looked at her, he couldn't help but notice her flushed face, dripping with sweat, and the teary-eyed expression of someone who just experienced a rollercoaster of sensations. It was a look that said, "I just won the Olympic gold medal of orgasms."
'She looks like a pitiful,' Kevin mused, appreciating the complexity of the human experience. But he didn't dwell on it for long. Instead, he gently lowered Venice's legs from his shoulders, carefully withdrawing his penis from her wonderland of pleasure.
In a playful tone, he held his penis near her lips. "You do provide the full service, right? I mean, it's in the contract, right?" he quipped, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. The words stirred a guilt-ridden conscience within Venice, buried beneath layers of shame.
Parting her lips, she took Kevin's fluid-laced penis into her mouth, succumbing to the depths of her commitment to their agreement.
"So what? It's just a penis," Vencie thought to herself, trying to convince herself that cleaning Kevin's penis after it had been in her vagina was not a big deal. Despite finding its smell disgusting, she reasoned that licking it wouldn't be as revolting. The taboo feelings she had during sex had faded away with her orgasm, and now she felt guilt for engaging in sex with someone other than her husband and for having to clean Kevin's penis.
Unlike her husband, she had never done this before—only giving him a blowjob on special occasions. Her mind kept reminding her of the disgusting fluids on Kevin's penis, making it all the more repulsive.
However, she didn't stop. Her tongue delicately circled his semi-hard penis, scraping it gently.
"Good girl," Kevin said, pulling his clean penis out of her mouth and caressing her cheek. As he did so, he retrieved his phone from his pants. Meanwhile, Venice sat up, buttoning her shirt, and her own phone began to ring.
"500!" she exclaimed. Kevin smiled upon hearing it and, while pulling up his pants, said, "Sia, stop the bus and come here for a bit."
"What does he need from me now?" Sia, who had been observing them both through the mirror, muttered in annoyance and pulled over the bus to the side.
Kevin then looked at Venice, who was smiling at him, her guilt now replaced with greed. "I didn't give you an extra 100 units for free. I gave them to you to kiss her," Kevin said, taking his seat and surprising both Sia and Venice.
Venice looked at her friend, who gazed back at her with disgust. As Venice's eyes met hers, she noticed the slimy fluids on her lips and felt a sense of revulsion.
"Kiss her, Sia," Kevin said, smiling.
"I don't want to," Sia thought to herself, but reluctantly walked toward her friend.
"Venice, can you stand up?" she forced a smile, and as Venice, who saw the disgust on her friend's face, felt even more guilt. But if she could earn 100 units just by kissing Sia, she would do it.
However, it was different for her friend. Sia clearly had a disgusted look on her face, still remembering her lips touching Kevin's penis and her tongue cleaning it. As their lips drew closer, both closed their eyes, but as they made contact, they quickly pulled apart.
But before even their lips parted, Kevin, with his amusingly misguided enthusiasm, ordered them to kiss again. "Hey, ladies, it's not the 1800s anymore where people would faint at the sight of a girl-on-girl kiss. We're in the new age, where you can even kiss people who aren't even women anymore! Kiss like you mean it," Kevin exclaimed, trying to be the cheerleader of modern times.
'This bitch,' Sia muttered under her breath, unable to contain her frustration. However, despite her irritation, she reluctantly went in for the kiss. Before their lips met, Sia couldn't help but glance at her friend's innocent face, and a pang of guilt crossed her mind. 'Sorry, Venice, I've dragged you into this mess,' she thought.
Determined to get through this ordeal, Sia sealed her friend's lips, feeling the mixed taste of both Venice's and Kevin's fluids on her tongue that revolted her. But not wanting to kiss again after this, she pressed on, delving deeper and allowing their tongues to intertwine.
Exchanging saliva, Sia's hands found their place on Venice's face while her friend's hands rested on her waist. They kissed each other with fervor, trying to make the most of an uncomfortable situation. After what felt like an eternity of smooching, they finally separated their lips and turned to look at Kevin, who wore a satisfied expression on his face.