The Omnistore System



"Hey, you haven't given me a blowjob yet, so the deal isn't done. I can change the terms," Kevin pointed out, attempting to pull up his pants. However, Samira stopped him.

"Why are you stopping me? Let me go if you don't want the deal," Kevin said, trying to get up. But his penis was still in her hand, preventing him from moving.

Samira's voice trembled with anger as she closed her eyes and declared, "You can touch them." She gestured toward her chest, puffing it out slightly in a show of exasperation.

"No, I don't want to anymore," Kevin stubbornly feigned disinterest.

Samira took a deep breath, her irritation mounting. "You can kiss me too."

'If he doesn't accept it, I'm going to lose it. I don't care who's backing him,' Samira thought fiercely to herself. Fortunately, Kevin agreed, "Well, if you want to suck my penis that much, I can at least do that much for you." He relented, putting an end to his pretended resistance and once again embracing the playful tension between them by grabbing her breasts.

Her face burned with anger as she averted her gaze from his smug expression. She stubbornly continued her task of stroking his penis, but Kevin wasn't content to simply let her be. A desire to imprint himself on her, to make her remember him with every kiss she shared, surged through him. He couldn't bear the thought of another's lips being on hers after his.

Driven by this impulse, he leaned forward, his fingers firmly gripping her face as he claimed her lips once more. This kiss was different, more assertive. He began with her lips, drawing them into a tantalizing dance. His tongue lightly brushed against them, eliciting a tingling sensation that reverberated through her. It was a far cry from the romantic, gentle kisses she had experienced before.

Samira's mind raced with confusion. 'How can he kiss so crudely? Isn't a kiss supposed to be romantic? This is so vulgar...' The sensations his kisses provoked were alien and unsettling. While her previous kisses had been imbued with feelings of love and affection, this was driven by something more primal – lust and carnal hunger.

Disgusted as she was, she knew she had to endure it if she wanted to escape her current predicament. But just as she believed his advances were confined to kissing, Kevin's hands defied her expectations. They stealthily slipped beneath her dress, moving towards her bosom.

Startled, she instinctively recoiled from his touch, her initial reflex to retreat thwarted by his lips' firm grip on her mouth. In a baffling twist, she found herself not wanting him to cease whatever he was doing with her mouth, despite her inner turmoil.

Kevin's hands, like a dance of audacity, ventured further, slipping into the confines of her dress. His touch was warm and deliberate as his fingers grazed the fabric of her bra, sending a shiver down her spine.

"What the heck is happening?" Samira muttered to herself, a mix of surprise and confusion swirling in her mind. Her body seemed to be having a party of sensations she had never been invited to before, and she wasn't quite sure how to RSVP. Her nipples, normally content to just hang out, were suddenly standing at attention against the fabric of her bra. It was like they decided to play their own game, and she was left wondering if she missed the memo.

Samira wasn't exactly the poster child for indulging in lustful activities or diving into the self-pleasure pool. Her moments of exploration had been more out of boredom than burning desire. When she had explored her own body, it was more like a "check out what's going on down there" rather than a full-blown investigation. Her boobs had always kind of been bystanders in her personal journey of discovery.

But now, with Kevin's audacity and all this intimacy business, her body seemed to be spilling the beans on some well-kept secrets. It was like they were responding to some secret code, and her brain was still trying to decipher it. Her girls, usually chillin' in their own space, were now coming to life, reacting to some mysterious energy that seemed to pulse between them and Kevin.

As someone who had a good grasp of the ins and outs of her own body (thanks to all that cultivator knowledge), Samira knew about the potential pleasure spots hanging around. Yet, the fact that her own breasts were getting all hyped up was news to her. It was like her body had decided to crank up the radio to a station she didn't even know existed.

Kevin's hands shifted their attention, now moving towards her chest. Slowly, he slid her dress off her shoulder, revealing a dark red lace bra that contrasted against her fair skin. The black edges of the bra created a clear divide, accentuating her ample bosom that rested snugly within.

Her nipple area tightened, causing the fabric to lift as if responding to the sensation. With her bra now exposed, a sense of embarrassment washed over her. No one had ever seen her in such intimate attire before. Little did she know, Kevin's intentions were far from over. As her dress descended further, his touch ventured beyond mere exposure, as he began to fondle her breasts over the fabric of her bra.

A soft "mmmm" escaped her lips, morphing into muted moans that mingled with his mouth, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. His exploration of her mouth continued, and in her mind, Samira was consumed by the taste of his tongue – sweet and strangely addictive.

As the sensations danced between her mouth and her breasts, she couldn't help but think, 'His tongue... it's so sweet, almost dangerously addictive.' Unbeknownst to her, there was a truth to her musings. Kevin's bodily essence possessed an alluring quality, thanks to his unique dual cultivation technique that had a peculiar effect on women.

Fortunately, Samira possessed enough determination to push aside the tantalizing effect of his tongue. Her hands quickened their pace, aiming to bring him to climax swiftly. Surprisingly, she achieved this inadvertently, unaware of the triggers that caused men to reach orgasm.