"You have quite a growth down here," Kevin said as his hand in her panty felt her wet pubes.
"I would have cleaned if you told me you were coming," Venice said, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"You don't have to cut them. Let them stay like this; it makes you more alluring," Kevin said, stroking her vaginal folds with his finger.
"Ahhhh, okay," Venice moaned, slightly spreading her legs, inviting Kevin's touch to tease her vagina.
Kevin didn't hesitate. Grabbing her hips, he placed her on the kitchen shelf.
With a swift motion, Kevin stripped off her white panty. Venice closed her legs, feeling embarrassed, but Kevin didn't let her, gently spreading her legs apart.
He admired her entire body, appreciating her bit saggy yet big breasts, her hard nipples, and her curvy, sensual belly. His touch made her body tense and jolt with anticipation, and he noticed Venice struggling to control her building pleasure.
Finally, his gaze settled on her vagina, now adorned with a light covering of hair. Kevin found it alluring and provocative, making Venice look even more sensual. He believed that hair down there added a touch of sultriness to a woman.
"The men who are afraid of hairs are not men," Kevin mused inwardly, placing his penis at her vaginal folds.
Kevin said, "I'm going to be fucking you in the space where you cook food for your family." He then continued, "Aren't you feeling any embarrassment, Venice?"
"Ahhh," she gasped. Before she could even think about Kevin's question or the shame of the act, he pushed himself inside her with a single forceful motion. The sensation overwhelmed her, and she lost control of her body, reaching a powerful orgasm on the kitchen shelf where she usually cooks for her family.
However, Kevin didn't stop there. He gently lifted Venice's knees, spreading them apart to facilitate his movements. Finding a comfortable position, Kevin gazed at Venice, who had her eyes rolled back and her mouth wide open. In her current state, she couldn't even process Kevin's question.
Seeing her lost in pleasure, Kevin continued to move his hips while asking her more questions about the immoral act they were engaged in. "Are you not worried about what your family would think when they find out you got fucked and cummed in the very place where they prepare their food?"
Venice had come out of her orgasmic state but didn't stop orgasming yet. As Kevin's questions filled the air, his movements intensified, further fueling her pleasure. The shame and taboo of engaging in this act in the kitchen added an extra spark to her sensations, making it even more intense and lasting. 'I am worried, but this feels so good I can't stop, even if they found out. But if they found out, I might not be able to enjoy this feeling again.'
Kevin noticed the hesitation in Venice's eyes, and he knew she might stop once her orgasm subsided. To prevent that from happening, Kevin began thrusting his hips faster.
"Well, you shouldn't care about what others think, even if they found out. You should focus on the positive things, like the pleasure you're receiving from me right now. Doesn't it make you feel happy? Isn't your body filled with happiness? Look how your pussy is accepting my dick and massaging it's with its walls?" Kevin asked as he grabbed Venice's face and made her look her down at her crotch.
Venice looked down at her intimate area, accepting Kevin's penis, which had just experienced orgasm a moment before. As she reached for another sensation, she observed how her body was responding, seemingly without her control. It felt as if her vagina was now under the spell of Kevin's penis, eagerly seeking pleasure and making him reach climax.
Kevin said, "Isn't my dick making you happy? Unlike your family, who makes you sad? So, why don't you just focus on it and let it bring you happiness?" His words added to her already confused state of mind, leaving her even more perplexed.
'It does, but why? This isn't right. Getting fucked by a man who isn't my husband...' she thought, glancing at Kevin's smirking face. 'Right here in the kitchen where I prepare food for my family. It feels...sooo good.....But this is wrong. I should stop. Yes, I should stop him.'
Venice tried to look at Kevin with a determined face, urging him to stop this act. However, as she saw him smiling and spreading her legs wide on her kitchen shelf, pleasure overwhelmed her mind once more. Without thinking, she released her legs from Kevin's hands and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her lips into his.
Despite her inner resolution, to put an end to this immoral act, Venice found herself hesitating.
'But... let's just... just experience one more orgasm, and then I'll tell him to stop,' she whispered in her mind. She wrapped her legs around Kevin's waist, pressing her ample breasts against his chest, and spoke with a trembling voice.
'Yeah, even orgasming just one more time doesn't matter, right? It's just a fleeting moment, and I'll stop afterward. But until then, let's enjoy it to the fullest, Venice,' she convinced herself silently. Pressing her soft, chubby body against Kevin's muscular frame, she felt an intimate connection, and her hardened nipples brushing against his chest intensified her sensations.
'It's the only thing that makes me happy. I can be happy just one more time without worrying about my family, right?' Asking to herself she tightened her grip around Kevin's body, trying to take his penis as deep as she could. 'Of course I can. I can be happy. I deserved to be happy one more time. I will become happy by just doing what he said, focus on his penis because it makes me happy.'
She parted her lips from his, and her face was filled with pleasure as she looked at him. With a sultry tone, she said, "Make me happy, Kevin. Fuck my pussy and make it cry the tears of joy."