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Kevin countered, "Stop me then," as he playfully started lifting her t-shirt, revealing her damp abs from their activities, which only made her look even hotter.

"If you don't stop, I will," she warned, slowing her handjob.

"Then stop," Kevin urged, exposing her breasts, which jiggled slightly as they emerged from her shirt.

Her nipples matched Venice's in color but were slightly larger and harder, while Venice's nipples were smaller but perky. As for her breasts, they were of a medium size, but Kevin believed he could increase their size with his skills, thinking she would look good with larger breasts like her sister.

"I mean it, I'll stop," she threatened, her cheeks flushed. However, her eyes remained glued to the screen, which Kevin had placed within her easy viewing range. The small flying drone camera was focused on his penis.

"Keith, don't stop... I'm so close..." Venice moaned. Her armpits glistened, soaked in her saliva, and there were bite marks here and there. While on her breasts, mainly her nipples area was all red and as she kept pinching and pulling her nipples. Her pajamas, which she hadn't taken off, had a large wet spot in the middle from her grinding herself against the pillow.

Kevin grinned mischievously and playfully squeezed Keith's breast as he said, "See, what's the harm in a little boobs fondling? We're all having fun here, right?"

Keith, caught between her own pleasure and frustration, didn't respond but let out a moan as she watched the screen. "Venice, don't stop... Bite your armpit more. Ahh, I'm also about to climax," she moaned.

"Who said you can cum?" Kevin asked with a mischievous grin, his finger teasingly circling Keith's hardened nipple.

"I can cum anytime I want. Who are you to stop me?" Keith retorted, her grip on his penis tightening a bit.

"Not you, you bitch... Her," Kevin clarified, gesturing toward Venice, whose moans had reached a crescendo, her hips moving rapidly as her teeth nibbled at her armpits.

"Oh, why?" Keith questioned, not missing a beat as her hand continued its rhythmic movements.

Kevin shot her a quick glance, his expression tinged with frustration, before looking back at Venice, who remained absorbed in her own activities. "Well, because that's the deal if she want to have sex with me."

"What do you mean?" Keith inquired casually, still engaged in her dual activities.

Venice didn't let Kevin's words slow her down as she continued on her path to climax.

"Come on, Venice, seriously, stop now if you want to get busy later," Kevin said, his tone somewhat firm.

"But I'm right there..." Venice muttered in frustration, her desire evident as she reluctantly ceased her actions, giving Kevin a disappointed look.

"Why?" Venice asked with a hint of teary eyes.

"Don't get so sad over a single orgasm," Kevin replied. "Didn't I say I'd come to you as soon as I can? You can have as many as you want then. But to get there, you're only allowed to have an orgasm when I say so," he explained, his hands caressing Keith's breasts.

Keith, still pleasuring herself, interjected, "Yeah, seriously, why let him be the boss of your orgasms? You can do it yourself; you don't need his dick for that."

"Alright, let's switch gears. Venice, how about showing us your lady bits? Let our friend Keith see what's hiding under the innocent facade," Kevin suggested, then turned to Keith, who wore an annoyed expression. "What's with the grumpy face? I never said you had to stop; you can climax whenever you want."

Keith inquired, irritation in her voice, "Why are you making her do this? Can't she have her moment?"

Kevin explained with a mischievous grin, "Well, I want her to fully savor the real thing when we meet in person. It's much better than just relying on her dainty fingers." His member pulsed in Keith's hand.

Keith, still annoyed, remarked, "Even with its size, it won't make her addicted to orgasms to the point where she follows your every command."

Kevin chuckled, patting her head affectionately, "Oh, my cutie, it most certainly is."

"If it weren't, she wouldn't be doing all this," he added, nodding towards Venice, who was now removing her wet pajamas. Keith's attention shifted as Venice's hand inside her shorts began moving.

"Why are you letting him boss you around, Venice? You're your own person," Keith remarked, her hand still busy inside her shorts. She continued to watch Venice remove her pajamas.

Venice didn't respond verbally and simply took off her pajamas. Her curvy figure was on full display, and her ample thighs were gradually revealed. Keith's attention, however, was drawn to something specific as she noticed the hazel-colored bush between Venice's legs. With a touch of surprise, she quipped, "You've got quite a bit of hair down there."

"Why are you letting him boss you around, Venice? You're your own person," Keith remarked, her hand still busy inside her shorts. She continued to watch Venice remove her pajamas.

Venice didn't respond verbally and simply took off her pajamas. Her curvy figure was on full display, and her ample thighs were gradually revealed. Keith's attention, however, was drawn to something specific as she noticed the hazel-colored bush between Venice's legs. With a touch of surprise, she quipped, "You've got quite a bit of hair down there."

Kevin defended himself, saying, "Hey, don't accuse me. I'm not a thug, and I didn't force her."

Venice, caught in the middle of their argument, looked frustrated and warned, "If you two keep fighting, I'm ending the call."

Panicking at the thought of the call ending, Keith pleaded, "No, Venice, please don't. I'll stop. Just show me your vagina." She sounded eager yet embarrassed, like an impatient pervert.