Camila couldn't dodge in time, and her chest was sprayed with semen, with a few drops even landing on her face. She quickly got off the bed to clean herself with tissues. Seeing Kevin still lying there, savoring the moment, she laughed and scolded, "You brat, are you satisfied now? Put up your pants and leave."
Kevin reluctantly put up his pants. Although Camila's handjob was stimulating, it lacked the wonderful feeling of actual intercourse, which was far behind actual sex. He figured he'd have to wait until Camila's period was over.
"By the way, what did Mia Wilson want just now?" The beautiful sight he had witnessed came to Kevin's mind suddenly and he was curious why Mia had let Camila touch her breasts. Did she have some special fetish? Camila gave a brief explanation and, seeing Kevin's eyes darting around, sternly warned him, "Did you just peep out? I'm telling you, don't even think about it. She's not that kind of woman. Be careful or you'll get burned."
