Transmigrated As An SSS Ranked MILF Overlord-Chapter 97: Into Her Mouth(2)(R18+)

"Grhhh..."

Steve groaned, the sound dragged from deep within his chest as her warm, wet mouth wrapped around the swollen head of his cock.

The heat of her lips, the slippery glide of her tongue teasing the sensitive tip — it was maddening.

She wasn’t rushing. No — she was savoring him, tasting him like something forbidden and delicious, letting her lips suckle gently as if she could coax every drop of pleasure from him.

Her hand stroked the length of his shaft in slow, deliberate motions, slick from the water she had spilled earlier.

It gave her just enough lubrication to glide smoothly, but the friction was still there — just enough to make his toes curl.

The warmth of her mouth and the soft squeeze of her palm created a dizzying contrast that made his muscles tense with need.

She loved how hard he was.

Big, thick, pulsing in her grip — she could feel every twitch, every throb against her tongue. She moaned softly around him, the vibrations making his hips jerk involuntarily.

Her mouth didn’t take all of him, not yet. She focused on the tip, her tongue swirling slow, tight circles, letting the taste of him coat her mouth. Her lips pulled back just enough to breathe, only to sink again onto the head with slow, sinful suction.

He tasted like heat. Like want.

Her eyes fluttered shut as her hand continued its rhythm, pumping the slick shaft with practiced ease.

Steve’s breath grew ragged, his abs clenching as he looked down and caught sight of her — eyes closed, lashes trembling, lips stretched over the swollen head of his cock like she was made to take him.

"Ah—fuck," he hissed, his voice thick with lust.

His thighs were beginning to tremble, his legs nearly giving way beneath the pressure building inside him. She looked up now, just briefly, their eyes meeting — hers dark and wet with hunger, his wide and blazing with raw need.

God, the way she worshipped his cock...

It wasn’t just physical. It was devoted.

Her mouth sealed over the tip once more, tongue flicking, teasing — while her hand never stopped stroking, coaxing, loving.

He could feel his balls tighten, feel the surge rising fast, unbearable, exquisite.

And she just kept going. Slow and addicted.

’How is every MILF in this world so damn good with their hands?’

The thought flared in Steve’s mind like a flash of lightning, jagged and hot.

But this—this wasn’t fantasy anymore. This was overwhelming reality, and the way her hand worked his shaft was almost artful. Expert. Devastating.

The pleasure consumed him, dragged him under like a riptide. His breath hitched as she sank deeper, lips parting just enough to take more of him in — hot, slick, and impossibly tight.

And when his cock slipped further into her mouth, when the soft, wet suction surrounded his length, instinct took over.

With a grunt, his hand rose and cupped both sides of her head. His fingers threaded into her hair, holding her gently at first—but firmly enough to feel her there, grounded in the haze of desire.

Then, without a word, without warning, his hips snapped forward, thrusting a solid portion of his cock into her mouth.

"Ah—fuck..." he groaned, the sound raw and broken.

Her throat tightened around him, her lips stretching beautifully as she accepted the intrusion.

Saliva glistened around the corners of her mouth, her tongue trapped beneath the thick weight of him. The sight was obscene. Addictive.

He clenched his jaw, watching as his cock disappeared deeper into that slurping, eager mouth. The wet sounds of her sucking, the soft gag that slipped out as he pushed forward again—it all made his head spin.

And as his hips rocked, his thoughts blurred into nothing but sensation.

A faint gag slipped from her lips just as her eyes fluttered open, still dazed.

Warmth flooded her senses as she became aware of him—of the thick, pulsing weight pressing past her lips, inch by inch.

Steve’s cock filled her mouth slowly, purposefully, stretching her jaw with every deepening thrust. Her throat clenched instinctively, drawing a groan from him as she gagged softly, saliva spilling down her chin in glistening strands.

The heat of her breath, the slick glide of her tongue, the tight ripple of her throat—all of it sent waves of pleasure through him.

He watched, entranced, as she adjusted around him, her lips wet and parted, his length glistening with every stroke.

Each movement was a mix of raw need and sinful elegance, her body responding, surrendering, and igniting something primal between them.

The room was filled with the slick, obscene music of wet suction and low groans. Steve’s cock slid deeper past her lips, thick and pulsing, stretching her open as he pushed in with slow, deliberate force.

Her mouth wrapped around him, tight and yielding, her throat fluttering with each inch that invaded it. Every thrust drew a wet, gagged moan—slurp after slurp, her saliva dripping down his shaft, coating him in glistening warmth.

He growled above her, his fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her with a rhythm that matched the need in his breath. The sloppy, hungry sounds echoed louder, raw and primal—each wet gag a perfect squeeze that made him throb even harder.

And still, her hand moved lower.

Trembling fingers slipped between her thighs, finding herself already drenched. One soft glide along her slick folds made her hips jerk. She was soaked—utterly, shamelessly wet.

The heat of her pussy coated her fingers as she traced slow circles, matching the rhythm of Steve’s thrusts. Her body ached, begging for more, every nerve alight with pleasure.

Steve looked down, groaning at the sight—her lips stretched wide around him, her eyes glassy with lust, her hand between her legs playing in the mess of her own desire.

She was completely lost in it, completely his. The slurps, the gags, the messy, wet gurgles of pleasure—it all swirled into one feverish sound that filled the room, thick with heat and need.

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