"Look who's looking at and what's wrong with my dick?. it's a dick like dick just very girthy and long." Kevin replied as Keith averted her eyes from the screen.
"I just wanted to see her naked with you. Why would you show your dick in it?" Keith asked, slowly glancing back at the screen.
"It's because she's sucking on it," Kevin said with a smirk, adjusting his watch so they both had a comfortable view.
Keith hesitantly looked at the video and saw a pair of teary eyes gazing up at a substantial mber. The woman's face appeared disheveled as she lay on a table, her skin glistening with sweat, and her hair clinging to her beautiful white complexion due to perspiration.
On her lips, there was a glistening and fluid-coated mber that appeared rather unappealing to Keith.
"How can she be doing that to sothing so disgusting? And what's that slimy stuff on it?" Keith asked, watching the video with a disgusted expression.
"It was just inside her, so it's just so cum and stuff. See, I wasn't lying," Kevin said with a smirk.
Keith nodded and averted her gaze from the video. She then stated, "Now, close the video. I don't want to watch soone sucking you're dick. And don't tell the videos of the other three are like this too?"
"Most of them are similar to this one. Why don't you like the angle or what? Want to capture it like a pro?" Kevin said, closing the video.
Keith glanced at him with a slight blush and asked, "Can you make her send a video like the one that you show before of that curvy lady?"
Kevin t her gaze, noticing the hint of lust and embarrassnt in her expression, and teased, "Why, to jerk off?"
"What if I am? What's your move?" Keith inquired, her cheeks now a deeper shade of red.
Kevin chuckled, saying, "Well, in that case, I'd be happy to assist you." while putting his hand on her waist.
Keith hesitated for a mont and then said, "No thanks, I can handle it myself. Just get her to send the video."
Kevin suggested, "How about a video call where you assist , and I return the favor?" and squeezed her waist a bit.
Keith blushed even more and mumbled, "Um, let's just stick to getting the video."
"Hey, Keith, think about it. We've both been busting our butts with training and gathering info, and I've been keeping things in check while you've been teasing with that hot bod," Kevin said, pulling her a bit closer.
Keith, in the mood to unwind after watching Maria's video, hesitated and finally said, "Alright, fine. Can you ask her to send a video of, like, armpits?"
She was also quite stressed out because of this work and more thinking about their visit to Chernobogs' den.
"what? Armpits?" Kevin asked with confusion, looking at Keith with a mix of surprise and a smirk. "So, all I had to do was show you my armpit to get you in bed with ?"
"Ew, no way. I'm not into guys' sweaty pits, just the ladies'," Keith replied, showing her disgust as Kevin jokingly started to raise his arm as if to display his armpit.
Kevin glanced at Keith with a slightly hurt expression and muttered, "And they say there's no bias against n."
"Okay, let's dive in," Kevin continued, smiling as his hand on her waist began to move toward her round bottom.
But before his hand could get any further, Keith stopped him and said, "First things first, make that call."
Kevin looked at Keith with a frustrated expression and dialed Venice's number.
*tring tring* After a few monts, the call connected, and a sleepy voice sounded from the other end. "Kevin? Why are you calling so late at night?" Venice asked, her hazel hair tousled from sleep, her eyes a bit puffy, making her look cute on her small face. She rubbed her eyes with her small hand to get a better look at the screen.
"Sorry to disturb your sleep, love. I was missing you so much that I thought, why not just call?" Kevin replied with a smile.
Keith watched with disbelief as he spun his little tale.
"Oh, really? Then who is this lady beside you?" Venice asked with a smile, looking at the screen through her cara.
"Oh, she? She's my friend, Keith. Say hello," Kevin introduced them.
"Hi," Keith waved with a slightly blushed face, and Venice waved back.
"Where is your husband? He doesn't seem to be around," Kevin asked, noticing the surroundings. Venice was clearly in bed, and if her husband were there, she wouldn't have picked up the call in bed.
"I don't know, and I don't care," Venice replied, looking uninterested. Then she smiled and continued, "Tell , why did you call ?"
"Didn't I say it's because I missed you?" Kevin replied with a smile, feigning a bit of childishness.
"Don't lie. Tell the truth. Why did you call so late at night?" Venice asked, not buying his story.
Kevin pretended to hesitate before saying, "It's just that I wanted a goodnight handshake, and this lady wouldn't give one, even when I offered one in exchange, saying she's only interested in won. So, I thought, why not have her call you, and she can enjoy herself while giving a handshake, and I'll give her one."
Hearing this, Venice glanced at Keith, who was blushing and looking away from the screen. After staring at her for a mont, Venice turned her attention back to Kevin and asked with a serious expression, "So, you want to be a jerk off material for her?"
"Well, I wouldn't say that, but you got the essence. Now, would you be kind enough to start?" Kevin replied, sounding a bit eager.
"I would, but Kevin... you know..." Venice said, lowering her face with a blush. "You didn't visit for a while, and I really missed you. Can you co around for a while and, you know, have so fun?"
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