Kevin reached out and kneaded Evelyn's full, rounded breasts. Though they weren't as large as Mia Wilson's melon-sized bosom, they were still quite impressive, on par with Camila's, but even whiter, smoother, and firmer.
"Of course, you're much better, you naughty boy. Mike's dad won't do your tricks. He's always charging around. I cannot feel his love."
Evelyn said, reminiscing about her past intimate moments with her husband. Kevin's duration was similar to her husband's, but Kevin cared about her pleasure, not just his own. If her husband had been more attentive and considerate, she might not have been so desperate to seduce her son's friend.
