The Omnistore System

Venice let out a soft, playful giggle as Kevin tenderly nibbled on her blushing earlobe, sending delightful shivers down her spine. Her hand rested gently on the dishwasher, and with a seductive sway of her hips, she pressed herself closer to Kevin, inviting his touch.

Pausing his nibbling, Kevin couldn't help but be captivated by the alluring curves of Venice's eager hips, craving his pounding. He leaned in closer, his voice a low whisper. "Seems like you're really eager for this."

He admired her curvy figure, which was elegantly draped in a casual, long gown with a beautiful floral print, revealing a teasing glimpse of her shoulders. His hand gently caressed her exposed shoulder, and he skillfully slipped the dress off, revealing her white-colored bra underneath, accentuating her beautiful mounds.

"Did you touch yourself while thinking about me?" Kevin inquired with a mischievous grin. As if by magic, his hand skillfully unhooked her bra, allowing it to gracefully fall to the floor, revealing her alluring jiggling breasts.

Venice's cheeks turned a rosy hue as she heard Kevin's question, her mind replaying intimate memories of engaging in self-exploration while lying next to her husband. The memories entwined with various locations, like moments in the back seat of a bus, where they shared their first passionate encounter, or the thrill of masturbating in a bathroom and even on the balcony, reminiscent of her younger, more adventurous days.

Throughout these memories, one thing remained consistent: Venice's passionate exploration of her desires, with the image of Kevin's penis ever-present in her mind.

"Yeah, I did," Venice admitted, feeling a mix of arousal and shame as she confessed her intimate act to someone other than her husband. The forbidden nature of the admission only fueled her desire further.

"Really? where?" Kevin asked with a smirk, his touch teasing her reddened nipples, gently pinching and pulling them. The pleasure overwhelmed Venice, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan, her tongue instinctively peeking out.

"Next to my husband," she confessed, her tone slightly higher, as if she was coming to terms with her own desires. Venice found herself admitting that she had explored her fantasies while her husband was nearby, her thoughts filled with images of other men. The thrill of the taboo only intensified her passion.

"What a whore of a woman you are, Venice," Kevin whispered in her ear, his words tinged with a mix of desire and provocation. "Fingering yourself while lying next to your husband and fantasizing about another man. How slutty."

As he pressed his hand against her breasts, eliciting a shiver of pleasure from her, he playfully asked, "How many times did you do it?" The question only added to her feelings of shame and guilt, yet her body couldn't deny the arousal it stirred within her.

Her breathing became heavy, and she couldn't help but press her hips against his crotch with more pressure, revealing the inner turmoil she was experiencing.

"Every night since we did it," Venice admitted.

"How many times?" Kevin asked again, pinching her nipples harder and pulling them down.

"Ahhh," Venice moaned in slight pain, her voice rising. "I don't remember."

Teasingly, Kevin slowly slid her whole dress off, exposing her soft, fat butt to his eyes. Though she still had her white panties on, Kevin couldn't resist the temptation. He slid his finger under her underwear and pulled it into her butt crack.

"Really, you don't remember how many times you thought about other men's penis?" he teased, enjoying her vulnerability.

Venice shook her head as she felt the hot air touching her exposed skin. Her white panty was now like a string swimsuit, barely covering her anus and vaginal folds, leaving them partially exposed. Kevin's eyes couldn't help but notice the intimate details, even her breathing, causing her anus to expand and contract.

"This shows how much whory you are, Venice," Kevin said insultingly. "But do you know I like whores, so tell me Venice, do you want to be liked by me and make me believe you're a whore?"

His words left her feeling a mix of arousal, shame, and confusion. Letting another man touch her intimately in her own home, where she lived with her husband and daughters, was both thrilling and guilt-inducing. She was experiencing a storm of emotions, feeling both aroused and conflicted about her actions.

"Yes, I am a whore, but I am only Kevin's whore," Venice said, surprising Kevin with her candid admission.

Kevin's smirk grew wider as he turned her to face him, taking in her blushing, cute face with her hazel eyes now slightly teary. With a touch of dominance, he held her face, his grip firm yet alluring, making her luscious lips form a subtle pout.

He looked into her teary eyes and began speaking in a low, seductive tone, "Oh, you're quite the feisty one, Venice," he chuckled, leaning in closer. "Back then on the bus, I just treated you like a prostitute, but now I see you in a whole new light. You're one delicious woman, Venice."

He continued, a playful glint in his eyes, "And from now on, I'm going to enjoy you to the fullest. Tell me, my dear, would you let me enjoy you to the fullest?"

Venice's hand ventured towards the sizable bulge in Kevin's pants, her soft, bare breasts pressed tantalizingly against his chest. Leaning in for a passionate kiss, her fat belly brushed against him, adding to the allure of the moment.

She raised herself onto her tiptoes, bringing her pouted lips close to Kevin's, and whispered, "Enjoy me as much as you want."

Their lips met in a fiery embrace, tongues dancing with hunger and desire. Venice's hand skillfully unbuttoned Kevin's pants as his own hands explored the curves of her body. While there, tongue started to fight their own war.

Kevin's body shivered slightly, As Venice's hand ventured toward his penis, which they had finally managed to free after a bit of struggle. Upon her touch, Kevin also played his card. His hands, founding their way toward the plump ass, squeezed her buttocks as his finger pressed into her soft flesh. He forced her fat ass cheeks to spread to let her anus breath freely.