The Omnistore System



Kevin took a moment to think, 'I've got a fair amount from her... Well, it might open one or two meridians if I don't link them.' He casually grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and took a sip.

After going at it for nearly three hours, Kevin decided it was time for a breather. He strolled into the kitchen for a drink, not bothering with clothes. Meanwhile, Venice was still going strong, squatting on the floor with wobbly legs, her body covered in a light sheen of sweat. Her eager eyes were locked on Kevin as she continued her enthusiastic efforts, taking him in deeply with each passionate motion. Her lips spread open as they massaged his penis while also taking it in and putting it out. They kept the pressure on.

Kevin took a long swig from his water bottle, draining about half of it, and glanced down at Venice with a playful grin. "Looks like you've been working hard, but don't forget to hydrate. You don't want to get knocked up from dehydration before I have a chance to do it with pleasure," he teased.

Venice, still reluctant to detach her lips from Kevin's penis, wore an annoyed expression. She had been pleasuring herself while performing oral sex, and she stopped to glance at Kevin, a hint of irritation in her eyes.

"If I end up fainting from dehydration, it's partly your fault, you know. You made me squirt so many times, my bedsheets are practically drenched in it," she complained. "Do you have any idea how difficult it is to get rid of that nasty smell of sex?" Venice reached for Kevin's water bottle and drained the remaining water before adding, "But fine, I'll take a break now."

"Let's head in before Chloe or Amy catch us," Venice suggested, her steps a bit unsteady after their intense session.

Kevin, however, couldn't resist making one last playful remark. "Not before I give you a facial," he teased, grabbing her breasts and pulling her closer with a smirk.

Venice grew more concerned. "No, not here... they might wake up," she whispered, her fear of being caught evident in her voice.

Kevin playfully teased, "Come on, earlier you were concerned about your moans, but this time your mouth will have other priorities. Don't stress it, let's get going, or I might just hang out here all night." He casually took a seat at the dining table.

Venice walked up to Kevin, her irritation apparent. "Seriously, why do you keep pushing me like this? You know it stresses me out," she grumbled as she squatted down between his legs.

With her messy hair hastily tied up in a bun, she continued to voice her frustrations. "First, you suggest we have sex at my place, then specify it has to be at night. You tell me not to touch myself all day, and to top it off, you want to waltz into my house while I'm buck naked and also made me welcome you. And now, you're asking me to do this while my daughters are sleeping just in the next room? We've already had sex at this dining table before, but for god's sake just tell me, how far are you gonna take this?"

She paused, her lips brushing against Kevin's member as she glanced up at his smirking face. "Just how far do you want me to go?"

"As much as I can," Kevin replied, running his fingers through her hair with a smile.

Venice, her breath tickling Kevin's penis, questioned further, "And how much is that?"

"You'll find out in due time," he replied, gently guiding her head to take his penis, her lips parting to accommodate his head.

Venice couldn't help but think, 'Why doesn't he just tell me directly? I could at least be ready for it...' She casually rested her hand on Kevin's thigh and positioned her throat in line with his penis. Slowly, she began to tease his bulging veins and skin with her throat.

'Ah, I really like his dick in my throat.' she thought, savoring the sensation. Then, without hesitation, she took his full length into her tight throat, causing Kevin to jolt in his seat with a pleasant shock.

"Haaa, you're getting good at this," Kevin remarked, impressed by her skills. Venice withdrew his penis from the depths of her throat, teasing it with her tongue before taking it fully out. She gazed at it hungrily, wiped away the saliva that had escaped her mouth, and with a gulp, she resumed her ministrations.

'shit....I don't care how far he is gonna take things with me.....I just want this...thing.....' Venice, determined and focused on her own pleasure, adjusted her head to a comfortable position where she could take Kevin's penis fully without discomfort. Her thoughts were clear: nothing else mattered in that moment except her desire for that intimate connection.

With a firm grip on Kevin's thighs to maintain her position, she pulled back, leaving only the head of his penis in her mouth. In her mind, she had a revelation: 'He was right. I am not in love with him... I am in love with his dick...' With this newfound realization, she resumed her rapid deep throating, leaving Kevin gripping the chair in shock.

"Oh, shit..." he groaned, watching her cute mouth easily take his entire penis without any discomfort, and she moved up and down at an astonishing speed, faster than even his own hand could stroke.

Before he could fully comprehend what was happening, her tongue, which had been resting to the side, began to swirl around his shaft as it moved in and out of her throat.

Kevin felt himself nearing the fastest orgasm he'd ever had during a blowjob, and it seemed like Venice was determined to make it even longer. Her lips, which had been slightly loose, now applied more pressure, working in harmony with her already expertly performing tight throat and tongue.

Kevin's breathing grew heavy, and his grip on the chair tightened as Venice's skilled mouth continued its relentless assault on his senses. Her throat enveloped his length like a velvety vice, while her tongue danced and swirled, adding an electrifying dimension to the experience.