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Initially, she focused her efforts around the head of his penis, only following Kevin's guidance to move further down. Surprisingly, as she continued, her discomfort began to fade. Her initial disgust transformed into a growing familiarity with the task at hand.

Her eyes, once filled with anger, were now fixated on the process. Her aim was singular – to bring about his orgasm. "Your tongue works wonders. Your generous benefactor wants to show its appreciation by releasing its load down your throat," Kevin remarked, drawing her attention by gently tugging on her dark purple hair.

Samira's teary eyes locked onto Kevin's gaze, her reddened face a result of her labor. Her skin was adorned with patches of her saliva, a visual testament to her efforts. Her eyes held a distant focus, yet they seemed to agree with Kevin's statement. Positioned at the side of her face, Kevin's erection made her appear ready for the act itself.

'Yes... I have to show gratitude for the potions,' she thought, a renewed determination guiding her actions. This time, using her tongue, she made an effort to shift the hefty penis towards her awaiting lips.

Kevin reveled in each second of her struggle, her tongue valiantly working to lift the weighty organ from her cheek and guide it towards her mouth. He couldn't help but be entertained by her lewd battle, finding enjoyment in the sight of her subdued efforts.

His gaze fixated on her eyes, watching as they looked down at the penis that pressed against her left cheek, leaving traces of her saliva in its wake. Her tender tongue slid beneath the organ, creating a path for it to settle between her lips. With a gentle motion, she maneuvered her face, successfully guiding the tip of the penis onto her lips. And then, with a determined upward motion of her face, the penis tip slid between her lips, which she widened to accommodate its entry.

"Samira, you're catching on quickly. You've got talent in this," Kevin praised, his gaze fixed on her as she maintained his penis head in her mouth, rolling her tongue around it.

"Now, move your head back and forth," Kevin instructed, demonstrating the action by mimicking it with his hand, his penis brushing against her throat.

His movements were gentle, aware that she was new to this and not wanting to cause her discomfort. Yet, a part of him wished he could push a little harder, adding an element of excitement.

Samira, grasping the task at hand, began to bob her head back and forth, her tongue working in tandem, flicking and caressing the sensitive area in her mouth.

"Try to take it deeper each time you go down," Kevin ordered, his hips gently guiding her motions as he inched forward. 

With growing experience, Samira placed her hands on Kevin's thighs and began to bob her head, finding a rhythm that worked for both of them. As she moved, her modest-sized breasts swayed with the motion, the fabric of her red lace bra gradually yielding to allow more freedom.

Her soft white mounds pressed against Kevin's legs, her pink nipples brushing tantalizingly against his skin. Gradually, her throat adjusted to accommodate more of his penis with each descent, the head of it sliding in more easily.

Samira was becoming more attuned to his reactions and her own sensations. She understood that if she didn't take him deeper willingly, Kevin might guide her there himself, which she wanted to avoid. She focused on delivering pleasure and maintaining a steady pace to prevent any discomfort or pain.

Unbeknownst to Samira, her actions were causing her panties to grow increasingly damp, with the moisture nearly beginning to drip from them.

Kevin, on the receiving end, was also nearing the brink of orgasm. However, he held back from pushing for deepthroating. Recognizing that she was still a beginner, he opted against introducing such an intense act gradually. While the excitement of deepthroating enticed him, he knew this wasn't the right circumstance. He wanted to savor the experience of her throat in a more thrilling setting. For the moment, he focused on getting her prepared for it.

"I am cumming." Instead, he expressed his nearing orgasm, shocking Samira with his announcement. Although she didn't fully understand the term "cumming," the changes she felt in his penis gave her a clue. Her eyes widened with a mix of shock and apprehension.

'What is he about to do? Is he going to climax in my mouth... no, please come outside,' she mentally pleaded. It appeared that Kevin had picked up on her unspoken wish. He withdrew his penis just in time, his last thrusts bringing him to the brink of release.

As his penis left her mouth, it unleashed its first shot onto the back of her throat, followed by more shots that landed on her tongue and lips. The final spurts painted her face, leaving her cheeks, nose, and forehead covered in the aftermath. Thankfully, her slightly raised head kept the mess from running down onto her chest.

Seizing the opportunity, Kevin, still catching his breath, used his smartwatch to record the scene. He positioned his still-dripping penis against her lips, capturing the moment with his camera. "Look up here, my new partner in crime," he taunted playfully. Samira, her expression still dazed and confused, followed the trajectory of the small camera hovering above her face. In a sudden burst of realization, she exclaimed, "What are you doing? Don't record me!" She reached out to grab the small drone.

However, Kevin was quick to intercept her attempt, holding the drone just out of her reach. "Come on, it's just a memento of our first memorable interaction. Don't be so uptight. Now, go ahead and finish the deal by sucking out the remaining jizz out of it," he said, a mix of mischief and dominance in his tone.