MILF Paradise System-Chapter 226: Milking the MILF Pristess

And yet she never judged them harshly, she simply watched, calm and untouched, her thick, fertile body moving through the temple like a living paradox, pure sin wrapped in white robes, radiating heat she refused to acknowledge.

"So you’re saying, even if you see a hard dick, it does nothing to you?" I asked, leaning forward slightly, eyes locked on hers.

"Yes, it’s just flesh," Grace replied calmly, her voice steady and composed. "Why does it have to mean something?" She said it like a proper saint, serene and enlightened, but I could see how she’d changed since she first noticed my bulge.

Her breathing had quickened just a fraction, her chest rising and falling a little faster under the thin white robe, nipples thickening visibly against the fabric, thighs shifting almost imperceptibly beneath her crossed legs.

"Grace, could you help me reach the same level of enlightenment as you?" I asked, standing up slowly so she could see my bulge again. "As you can see, I get so aroused when I’m around older women." My cock strained obviously against my cargo pants.

She looked at it and kept looking. Her calm mask held, but her pupils dilated slightly, lips parting just a breath wider. She tried to pull her eyes back to my face, but they kept drifting down.

"It’s alright, Alex," she said, her voice still measured but softer now. "Sometimes you have thoughts like these, but they pass. You just don’t have to give in to lust."

"But it doesn’t go away like that unless I come," I said, stepping closer so she could see it clearly. "You said seeing something like this doesn’t excite you anymore, right? Then please help me relieve it. It hurts when it’s throbbing like this." I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my cargo pants and pulled them down quickly, no underwear underneath.

My dick sprang free, thick and veiny shaft standing straight out, head swollen and dark, already leaking a steady bead of precum.

Grace stared at my dick and forgot to speak. Her eyes widened slightly, breath catching as she took in the size, the heavy girth, the thick veins running along the length, the clean, freshly showered skin, the swollen head glistening with precum.

She’d probably seen her disciples’ cocks before, flashed in hallways, stroked in corners, but nothing like this. Nothing this thick, this hard, this ready.

She was really a mature woman, body pure sin beneath that white robe: massive creamy breasts straining the fabric, wide child-bearing hips, thick thighs that would feel incredible wrapped around me.

Ever since I saw her, I’d known I wasn’t leaving this temple without filling her with my cum and sucking those massive creamy tits until she begged for more.

"Let me help you, Alex," Grace said suddenly, her voice heavier, breath coming faster. Staying this close to me was clearly making her lose control, her composure cracking, cheeks flushing, nipples hardening visibly beneath the robe.

I moved closer, now my dick was just inches away from her face. The swollen head hovered near her lips, precum beading at the tip, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off it.

Her eyes stayed locked on it.

Grace held up her hand slowly, reaching toward my dick as if she intended to bless it, to somehow purify me, to chase away the lustful thoughts I harbored about older women with a touch of her supposed enlightenment.

She wrapped her creamy fingers around my shaft, soft, warm, gentle at first, like she was handling something sacred instead of a throbbing cock. The contact felt electric, her palm slid down the length slowly, fingers curling around the girth, feeling every vein, every pulse. My dick twitched hard in her grip, head leaking more precum.

"It’s really hard right now, Alex," she said softly, voice steady but breathier than before. "What kind of thoughts are you having to make it this hard?" She asked like she genuinely wanted to help rid me of those thoughts, like she could cure me by understanding the root of my arousal.

"I got this hard just by looking at you, Grace," I said honestly, placing my hand on the top of her head. I caressed her long gray hair gently, fingers threading through the soft strands.

"But I’m just an old lady, Alex," she replied, still holding my dick firmly in her hand, looking up at me with those calm eyes. "You shouldn’t feel this way for someone like me." Her words were gentle, almost sorrowful, as if she truly believed it was a sin to desire an older woman sexually.

Yet she didn’t let go, her fingers stayed wrapped around my shaft, thumb brushing the underside almost unconsciously, keeping me rock-hard.

"But Grace... you are so hot," I said, moving my hand to her cheek. My palm cupped her face, feeling the soft heat of her skin, thumb tracing the line of her jaw. My cock hovered inches from her lips now, head swollen, slick, throbbing with every heartbeat, close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating off it.

"I’ll help rid you of these dirty thoughts, Alex," she said, her voice calm but quivering slightly at the edges. "The first step toward true enlightenment is facing them. You must do what you feel drawn to in order to break free from lust. Tell me... what is it that you desire right now?"

"I want to suck your boobs, Grace," I said, voice thick with need. Her creamy breasts were making me harder every passing second.

"Come here then, Alex," Grace said softly, her voice calm but laced with something deeper. She reached up and parted the front of her robe slowly, letting the white fabric fall open to reveal her heavy breasts completely.

They spilled free, massive, soft and creamy, swaying gently as she adjusted her position on the cushion. She gestured for me to come to her lap, sitting cross-legged with her back straight, inviting me in like a mother offering comfort, yet the hunger in her eyes said she knew exactly what she was doing.

I moved quickly, dropping to my knees in front of her, then lying down so my head rested in her lap. She lowered herself slightly, guiding her breasts down toward me until one soft, heavy tit settled against my face. The warm, creamy skin pressed against my cheek, the nipple brushing my lips, already stiff and ready.

"Oh God," Grace moaned softly as I put my mouth on her nipple and started licking.