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Her face flushed with embarrassment as she recollected how he had made her orgasm repeatedly through anal stimulation, each climax causing her to momentarily lose consciousness.

She was, however, determined not to be seen as giving in to her own desires, which only deepened her sense of shame. Her attempts to conceal her orgasms beneath the weight of his intimacy now weighed on her conscience. "How ashamed of me?" she muttered softly to herself.

Kevin, sensing her turmoil, pressed her body closer to his, his voice filled with curiosity. "Why is Miss Samira feeling ashamed?"

"Why shouldn't I be ashamed?" Samira sighed, her self-deprecating tone punctuated with a chuckle. "A low-level cultivator managed to make me cum as if there were no tomorrow. What's more, I let you do it, and I even enjoyed it. It's embarrassing, and I feel like I've stooped so low to succumb to carnal pleasure like that."

Kevin, listening to her words, maintained a reassuring presence. He reached over, gently rubbing her stomach as he asked, "But you enjoyed it, right?"

Samira's response was sincere, but laced with shame. "Yeah, like I said, I enjoyed it, and that's why I'm ashamed of myself." Her admission did nothing to halt Kevin's tender gestures, and they remained entwined in the bathtub, both fully exposed in their vulnerability and intimacy.

Kevin's voice held a reassuring tone as he tried to ease her inner turmoil. "You shouldn't be ashamed, Samira. In the first place, people have sex to enjoy it. Sure, there are other aspects like love and intimacy, but the core motivation is the enjoyment. You felt it, just like I did, so there's no reason to be ashamed for savoring the experience."

It was true that the fundamental aspect of engaging in sexual activities was, indeed, pleasure. Samira couldn't deny the undeniable allure of the sensations that had coursed through her, the overwhelming enjoyment that had consumed her, and the intense orgasms that had left her breathless. 

Yet, a nagging doubt persisted, causing her to speak up, her voice trembling with vulnerability. "But it feels like you might look down on me for...liking your...you know, your penis, and everything else," she confessed, her apprehension evident in her words. She needed assurance that her newfound perspective aligned with Kevin's understanding and wouldn't lead to judgment or disdain.

Kevin's response came as a pleasant surprise, and a mischievous glint danced in his eyes. "Why on earth would I look down at you?" he quipped, his tone tinged with playful disbelief. He couldn't help but flash a sly grin as he continued, "In fact, I'd be over the moon if you're a fan of my... um, little friend here." 

He leaned in, as if sharing a secret, and added, "You see, in the heat of the moment, some quirky things might slip out. It's like the word vomit, only steamier. But rest assured, it doesn't mean I'm looking down on you for enjoying our escapades. That's a whole different ballpark. And who doesn't want to hit a home run, right?"

His playful words left Samira chuckling, and the weight of her concerns seemed to lighten. In that humorous exchange, they found a bridge between pleasure and understanding, paving the way for a more relaxed and enjoyable connection.

After some more light conversation, Kevin decided it was time to take their rendezvous to another level. "Let's head out and have some more fun," he suggested with a playful smile.

Samira's face lit up with a grin as she responded, "You go ahead. I'll join you in a minute."

With a nod, Kevin excused himself and exited the bathroom. He promptly secured a fresh, untarnished towel, mindful of the residue of their previous passionate encounter. As he meticulously dried his hair, he pulled out his watch and initiated a call to a contact saved under the name "Lorelie." Kevin had yet to find a more suitable moniker for her, a detail he would undoubtedly consider in due time.

The moment the call connected, it was Lorelie's prompt response that caught Kevin off guard, a delightful surprise. Her voice, flirty and lighthearted, flowed through the line. "Hey, I thought you were never gonna contact me," she teased.

Kevin's smile grew as he mirrored her playful tone, saying, "Why on earth would I do that? I'd have to be the world's biggest fool to not contact a woman as captivating as you, Miss Lorelie."

Lorelie's teasing nature persisted, her voice dripping with humor. "Oh, and don't you think we're past the point of using surnames? You can call me by my first name, you know." Her words carried a hint of mischief, inviting a deeper level of familiarity between them.

A chuckle escaped Kevin, and he replied, "It's not that I don't want to use it, but your first name is a bit of a tongue twister. Lorelie just rolls off the tongue so naturally."

Lorelie joined in the laughter and replied with a playful tone, "Well, you can call me by any name you like."

Kevin nodded, even though she couldn't see him, and inquired further, "You mentioned wanting to meet and discuss something, right? So, are you free today?"

"Absolutely, I'm free today," Lorelie responded with a hint of excitement in her voice.

Kevin's smile widened as he replied, "Great, I'll send you the address and see if you can make it."

"Perfect, I'm on my way," Lorelie chimed in, ending the call. Kevin was left pondering her eagerness as he muttered to himself, "Is she perhaps falling in love with my dick as well?" His humor sparked once more, adding a touch of playful mystery to their upcoming rendezvous.

A curious voice piped up, surprising Kevin. "Who else has fallen in love with your... uh, manhood?"