The Omnistore System

Chapter 471  Surrounded by perverts (R-18)

Keith smirked, clearly savoring Viana's hesitation, her amusement glinting in her eyes. "Come on, grandma," she taunted, her voice laced with wicked pleasure. "If you want him, you'll have to show just how much of a good little slut you are." With a teasing smile, Keith leaned back onto the edge of the dining table, her legs spreading wider as she settled into the position, offering Viana an unspoken but undeniable invitation.

Meanwhile, Kevin shifted to the side, watching with growing anticipation. His eyes never left the scene before him, his recently spent cock beginning to stir once again, Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Viana swallowed hard, her throat dry as she slowly sank to her knees in front of Keith. The tingling heat in her core was unbearable now, driving her forward even as her mind screamed at her to stop. But the allure of Kevin's touch, the promise of his big penis penetrating her vagina, was too much to resist. She needed him, and if this was what it took, she would do it.

With a shaky breath, Viana leaned in closer, her face now mere inches from Keith's dripping core. The scent of their combined arousal filled her senses, thick and heady, making her even more lightheaded. She could see the thick droplets of Kevin's semen glistening on Keith's flushed skin, the sight making her pulse quicken.

Viana hesitated again, her hands trembling as they hovered near Keith's spread thighs. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, and prepared to close the distance between them. But just as she was about to lean in, Keith's voice cut through the moment, sharp and teasing.

"First, clean around my pussy before you go for it," Keith instructed, her tone full of playful dominance.

Viana froze, her breath catching in her throat. She had no issue with tasting Kevin's semen—she had done so many times before, willingly, even eagerly. But this was different. This time, it wasn't just Kevin; it was mixed with the essence of her granddaughter, still nestled inside her glistening folds. What made it even more daunting was the fact that this would be her first time licking another woman's pussy, and not just any woman—her granddaughter's.

Yet, despite the hesitation, the growing heat between her thighs only intensified, pulling her closer to crossing this forbidden line.

But with Keith's words hanging in the air, Viana's gaze was drawn to the wetness glistening on Keith's thighs, the trail of Kevin's semen clinging to her skin. The atmosphere between Keith's legs was humid and steamy, filled with the heady scent of sex and hormones. Viana took a deep breath, letting the intoxicating scent wash over her as she prepared herself for what came next. Leaning in, she tentatively slid her tongue along Keith's inner thighs, her lips grazing the sensitive spot where her thighs ended and her pelvis began—a place slick with sweat and sticky with Kevin's release.

Keith moaned softly, her voice laced with pleasure as Viana's tongue made contact with her skin. Shifting more comfortably on the table, Keith spread her legs wider, allowing Viana easier access. One of her hands reached out, tangling in Viana's wavy hair, before gathering it up in a makeshift ponytail, pulling her closer with a firm yet teasing grip.

Viana, now fully immersed in the moment, began to scrape her tongue across Keith's soft skin, gathering the salty, musky remnants of Kevin's semen mixed with the sweet, floral taste of Keith's own essence. The blend of their flavors filled her mouth as she licked her way up Keith's thighs, her tongue lapping up every trace of wetness.

Viana's trembling hands finally settled on Keith's thighs, her fingertips lightly grazing the soft, warm skin. She took another deep breath, inhaling the intoxicating, heated air that surrounded them, filled with the lingering scent of sweat, arousal, and hormones. Her tongue danced carefully around Keith's pussy, never quite venturing to the center, but close enough that Keith's wet pubes brushed against her cheeks and nose, the wiry strands tickling her skin and making the act all the more real.

Feeling Viana's hesitation, Keith glanced down at her, a smirk playing on her lips. "Don't just lick," Keith instructed, her voice low and teasing. "Suck around the area—get all that wetness."

Obediently, Viana parted her lips wider and kissed Keith's inner thighs, her mouth sealing against the skin as she began to suck. Keith's soft moans filled the air, encouraging her further, and Viana's movements became more deliberate. She could feel Kevin's watchful eyes on her, his silent presence a constant pressure that only heightened her arousal. His gaze bore into her, making her heart race faster, each glance intensifying the moment. Despite the growing heat between her legs, Viana was silently grateful that Keyara had left—relieved that she didn't have to perform this act in front of her other granddaughter.

But what she didn't know was that Keyara hadn't left entirely. In secret, she was enjoying the show more than anyone else. Her eyes darted between the slightly ajar door and the holographic screen she had set up, providing her with a perfect close-up view of the scene unfolding just a few feet away. She could see every detail—every flick of Viana's tongue as it scraped along Keith's thighs, the shimmering droplets of Kevin's semen coating her lips. Keyara watched intently as Viana swallowed the mixture after teasingly showing it to Keith first.

"Mmmmmm…" Keyara's moans were muffled as her fingers worked frantically, plunging in and out of her pussy with a desperate rhythm. Her hips surged upward in a powerful spasm, and with each thrust, a torrent of her orgasmic release shot out, splattering against the door in front of her. She tried to suppress her cries, but the loud, wet splashes of her squirting were impossible to ignore. Kevin's attention was drawn to the sound, and he turned to see her, smirking at the display.

"I'm surrounded by perverts," Kevin thought with a mix of amusement and disbelief, watching as Keyara's face flushed with exertion and pleasure. Her thighs quivered uncontrollably, and her one hand braced against the floor for support while the other continued to stimulate her dripping pussy. Each time she came, she used her fingers to intensify the gush, her movements becoming more urgent as she sought to maximize the powerful release. Her hips jerked up with every forceful spurt of liquid, her body writhing and trembling as she clung to the edge of her orgasm, desperately trying to prolong the ecstasy.