Chapter 26: Why don’t you Loveme?
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Mimi Loveme, and Bob Bona, finally embarked on their long-awaited date. Seeking a unique experience, they decided to visit the Pleasureville Library, a haven for those seeking literature and mind adventures.

Their aim was clear to find sensual literature and erotic adventures to read. As they perused the shelves, searching for a titillating read, Mimi and Bob couldn't help but giggle like mischievous teenagers. The memories of their carefree and adventurous youth flooded their minds, reminding them of a time when life was simpler, and inhibitions were few.

Curiosity getting the better of her, Mimi turned to Bob and asked with genuine intrigue, "Bob, I've always wondered, what is it about a woman's armpit that captivates you?"

Bob's smile widened a twinkle of nostalgia in his eyes. He took a moment to gather his thoughts before beginning his story, taking Mimi back to his childhood.

"Well, Mimi," he began, his voice tinged with warmth, "it all started when I was around nine years old. I had this neighbor, Mrs. Johnson, who was like a second mother to me. One day, she was gardening, and her sleeve slipped, revealing her delicate armpit."

Mimi leaned in, captivated by Bob's tale, her curiosity growing with each passing word. Bob continued, his voice filled with fondness.

"At that moment, something sparked within me. It was an innocent fascination, a curiosity about the hidden beauty that lay in unexpected places. From then on, I found myself drawn to the allure of a woman's armpit, symbolizing a realm of sensuality that went beyond the obvious."

Mimi nodded, understanding the depth of Bob's connection to this seemingly unconventional desire. Their shared moment of vulnerability and honesty deepened their connection, allowing them to appreciate the intricacies of each other's desires.

With their hearts open and their connection growing stronger, Mimi and Bob continued their exploration of the Pleasureville library, hand in hand. They immersed themselves in the world of erotic literature, finding pleasure in the written word.

As Mimi and Bob giggled in the corner, reminiscing about their youth, they reveled in the joy of being carefree once again. Their date became a celebration of freedom, embracing their shared sense of adventure and self-discovery. At that moment, they were no longer a supercop and a pimp; they were two souls intertwining in a dance of desire and exploration.

As Mimi Loveme, the fearless supercop, listened to Bob's story about his childhood fascination with armpits, her curiosity grew. In a playful gesture, she lifted her arm and asked Bob if he liked what he saw.

Bob's gaze shifted to Mimi's exposed armpit, his eyes filled with desire. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he confessed, "Yes, Mimi, I love the allure of a darker armpit. It adds a touch of mystery and sensuality that captivates me."

Mimi's eyes twinkled with amusement and a hint of satisfaction. In that moment, they embraced their mutual desires, unafraid to explore and indulge in the pleasures that brought them joy.

Mimi, embracing her sense of freedom and curiosity, invited Bob to indulge in tasting her armpit, inspired by stories she had heard about Bob's encounters with others. Bob, ever eager to please, eagerly obliged.

With a mix of anticipation and desire, Bob began to explore Mimi's armpit, savoring every sensation. His attention to detail and dedication to fulfilling her desires left Mimi unable to resist the overwhelming pleasure that consumed her. She lost herself in the intensity of the moment, surrendering to the intoxicating connection they shared.

With a mischievous smile, she turned to Bob and asked, "Your place or mine?"

Bob's laughter filled the air, his amusement evident in his eyes as he replied, "My home is in Enchanted Playground, Mimi! Don't be ridiculous." Mimi joined in his laughter, realizing the absurdity of the question in their unconventional circumstances.

As they made their way to her home. Mimi's curiosity was insatiable. She turned to Bob with a mischievous smile and posed a question that had been weighing on her mind.

"Honestly, Bob, between all your girls, which one is your favorite?" Mimi's voice held a mix of intrigue and playfulness.

Bob's smile grew wider, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. He took a moment to ponder, his face a canvas of playful contemplation. Mimi's impatience began to bubble, and she playfully nudged him, demanding an answer.

With a sly grin, Mimi asks him, "Xin Xing? Herdina? Or those 'vagina sisters' of yours?" Mimi's eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and disbelief coloring her expression. She stormed towards him, ready to deliver a playful pinch.

But Bob, ever the smooth talker, quickly defused the situation. "Honestly, Mimi," he said, his voice filled with warmth, "they might have thought we were lovers, but when they were with me, I could sense that they were thinking about our unique connection."

Mimi's confusion turned into a playful pout. "What the hell, Bob? That's not an answer!" she exclaimed, pinching him lightly.

Bob chuckled, enjoying their playful interaction. "Seriously, lover boy, come on," Mimi teased, "who was it?"

Bob kept his answer to himself, a mischievous smile lingering on his lips. "I won't tell!" he replied, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Mimi's words took Bob by surprise, stirring up memories of their wild and carefree days. He nodded, recalling the intimate moments they had shared at that motel.

Curiosity laced his voice as he asked, "Why are you bringing that up, Mimi?"

A mischievous smile tugged at Mimi's lips as she continued, "Do you remember when I told you I wanted to remain a virgin? Well, don't tell me... Are you surprised to know that I still am?"

Bob's eyes widened in astonishment. "You're still a virgin?" he asked, his voice filled with disbelief.

A wicked smile spread across Mimi's face as she replied, "Do it from the back, Bob."

Bob's eyes widened even further, his surprise evident. "Anal?" he asked, seeking clarification.

Mimi's smile only grew, her eyes filled with desire and anticipation as she nodded.

Mimi bends over on her sofabed, while Bob tries to fit his cock into her ass hole. "Damn! Mimi this is too tight!"

Mimi then begins to spit on Bob's cock, and shake it making it hard and ready. Then Bob retried to put it back, but he failed.

Mimi kneel then and give him a long deep blowjob. Bob deepthroat her, and when his cock finally lubricated, he push it slowly cracking Mimi's anus.

Mimi moaned with pleasure as Bob pushed himself into her tight hole. She grabbed the blanket and bit it, while Bob thrust his hips with so much passion and intensity that it could barely be contained. 

Mimi's moans filled the room as she felt Bob's cock enter deeper and deeper into her. Bob started to move his hips faster and faster as he felt Mimi tighten around him and she started to orgasm. 

Bob was taken aback by the intensity of Mimi's orgasm and he knew that he was close to his own. His breathing grew heavy and he started to thrust even harder. 

With one more powerful thrust, he exploded inside Mimi and they both lay in complete exhaustion.

Mimi was the first to break the silence. “That was intense!” she said, as she wrapped her arms around Bob. “It was,” he said with a satisfied grin. They both lay in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow of their passion and intensity.

Bob whispered, “I wonder when Pleasureville will ever know that their super cop is a virgin.”

Mimi slaps bob hand and removes it from her pussy. “It’s for my future husband. When I retired from this crazy world.”

Bob chuckled, his playful spirit undeterred. "Well, Mimi, I can't argue with your dedication to preserving that virgin status for your future husband. But waiting 30 years is a long time."

Mimi's eyes sparkled mischievously as she responded, "Oh, Bob, don't you worry. In the meantime, I'll make sure to keep my ass muscles in top shape. Gotta be prepared for whatever adventures come my way. Besides, I got you, Bob."

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