Chapter 393: Secrets Under the Stairs (R-18)

Chapter 393: Secrets Under the Stairs (R-18)



Emma took a deep breath. "I heard you were out with another girl tonight," she began, her eyes searching his for honesty. "You promised you wouldn't cheat on your girlfriend back home. That's why I've been helping you. What happened?"

Kevin sighed, understanding her concerns. "Aunty, it wasn't what it seemed," he explained, trying to ease her worries. "Yes, I was with someone, but it was just a date. I didn't do anything to betray my girlfriend. You have to trust me on this."

He quickly made up a story that was part truth and part lie. He told Emma that the girl he was on a date with was Riya's girlfriend's sister. He explained that he went out with her because she liked him a lot, and he didn't want to cause any tension between Riya and her girlfriend, so he played along and went on the date.

He also mentioned that he got home late because he had to pick up some things for the store, which were supposed to arrive in the morning but came tonight instead.

Emma believed him, impressed by his convincing explanation. "If it's for your sister's good, then it's fine," she said, kissing him. "Now, let's do it. Everyone's asleep, but I still don't want to take any risks, so let's make it fast."

As he pushed deeper, her throat constricted around him. Emma gagged slightly, the sound echoing softly in the confined space. Kevin's eyes darkened with lust, reading her silent cues. He pressed forward, his hips thrusting with a steady, controlled force. Emma's eyes watered as he buried himself deep in her throat in one go.

As Kevin rode her throat, Emma's vagina tingled with a deep, aching need. The friction of his penis moving in and out of her throat seemed to resonate throughout her body, heightening her arousal. But with her hands pinned above her head, held firmly by Kevin, she couldn't reach down to touch herself. She desperately wanted to scratch that itch, to soothe the maddening tingle between her legs.

Unable to relieve herself directly, Emma squeezed her thighs together, trying to create some friction against her folds. The pressure was slight, but it was the only relief she could find. She shifted her hips subtly, hoping to angle herself just right. The effort was frustratingly minimal, the pleasure almost too faint to matter. Yet, every tiny bit of stimulation felt amplified, her body desperate for release.

Kevin noticed her subtle movements and the way her thighs clenched together. He understood her frustration but didn't care as he thrusted his hips faster, making her mouth leaked saliva as his penis scrap it out her throat.

Kevin's thrusts became more erratic, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He was close, and Emma could feel it. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and pleading. The sight of her like this, vulnerable yet willing, pushed him over the edge. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself in her throat, releasing with a guttural moan.

Emma felt the warmth of his release filling her mouth and throat. She swallowed eagerly, her body still tingling with unmet need. As Kevin pulled out, she gasped for air, her chest heaving. He finally let go of her wrists, and she immediately brought her hands down to her aching vagina. But stopped as she felt Kevin's teasing gaze on her.