Age Of Milfs: Trapped In Degenerate S.M.U.T Game

I raised Morgana’s legs high over her head until her knees nearly touched her shoulders. The new angle opened her completely. Her already ruined pussy gaped for a second, glistening with mixed seed, then I drove my cock straight back into that tight heat in one long thrust.

The sound that left her throat was broken. Not a moan. Something closer to a scream that turned wet halfway through. Her blue hair spilled across the temple floor. Her eyes rolled. Her hands clawed at the stone beside her head.

"Too deep... daddy... it’s too deep..."

I did not slow down. The new position let me bottom out with every stroke. My hips slammed against the backs of her thighs. The wet slap of flesh filled the temple again. Pa. Pa. Pa. Pa. Each impact forced another thick gush of her juices and my earlier loads out around my shaft. The floor beneath us was already a shallow pool. Now it only got worse.

Beatrice crawled closer on her hands and knees. Her red hair stuck to her sweat-slick shoulders. She watched the place where my cock disappeared into her sister and licked her lips.

"Give it to her harder," she whispered. "Make her forget she was ever a goddess."

I grabbed Morgana’s ankles and pushed them even higher. The stretch forced her pussy to clamp down in a way that made my vision spark. I pulled almost all the way out until only the head remained inside that swollen entrance, then slammed home again. Morgana’s back arched so hard her shoulders left the floor. A fresh orgasm ripped through her. Her walls fluttered and squeezed in frantic pulses. More clear fluid sprayed across my lower stomach.

I kept thrusting through it.

The other two sisters had stopped touching themselves. They simply stared, mouths open, hands frozen between their own legs. One of them whispered something that sounded like a prayer. I did not care which one.

Morgana’s voice cracked. "I can’t... I can’t take another... please..."

I leaned down until my chest pressed against the backs of her thighs and my mouth was close to her ear.

"You can. You’re going to take every drop I still have and then you’re going to thank me for it."

I started moving faster. Short, brutal strokes that never left her deepest point. The endless desire skill hummed under my skin, keeping my cock rock hard and my stamina endless. Every time she tried to twist away I simply held her legs tighter and drove in harder. Her cries turned high and continuous. Another climax hit her almost immediately after the last one. Then another. Her body stopped trying to escape and started shaking instead.

Beatrice reached out and spread Morgana’s pussy lips wider with her fingers so she could watch my cock destroy her sister up close. The visual made my balls tighten.

"Look at that," Beatrice murmured. "She’s taking all of you. Every thick inch. My perfect little sister is nothing but a hole for you now."

Morgana’s eyes were glassy. Tears and sweat mixed on her cheeks. She was past words. Only broken sounds came out every time I bottomed out.

I felt my own release building again. I did not fight it. I slammed in as deep as the position allowed and held myself there while thick ropes of cum flooded her already overflowing cunt. The pressure forced more of the earlier mess out around my shaft in creamy streams. Morgana’s body jerked once more under me as the heat of it triggered yet another orgasm.

I stayed buried inside her while the last pulses left me. Then I slowly pulled out. A thick mixture of our seed poured from her open pussy and joined the pool on the floor. Morgana’s legs stayed in the air for a few seconds before they dropped limply to the sides. She was breathing in shallow gasps, staring at the ceiling without really seeing it.

Beatrice crawled over her sister’s body and looked up at me with bright, hungry eyes.

"One more," she said softly. "Just one more round with me before you go. I need to feel that again."

I looked down at her. At the red hair, the still-swollen lips, the way her heavy breasts hung as she leaned forward. My cock twitched, already starting to thicken again under the skill’s influence.

The other two sisters shifted closer as well, their eyes locked on the mess still dripping from Morgana.

I reached down and threaded my fingers into Beatrice’s hair, tilting her face up.

"Then get on your back," I told her. "And spread wider than you ever have."

She moved instantly. Morgana was still recovering beside us, soft whimpers leaving her every few breaths. Beatrice lay down, pulled her own knees to her chest, and offered everything she had.

I lined up and pushed into her in one smooth stroke. Her moan was pure relief.

The temple filled once more with the wet sound of skin meeting skin.

I had no intention of stopping anytime soon.

I drove into Beatrice without mercy. Her red hair fanned out across the stone. Her heavy breasts bounced hard with every thrust. The wet heat of her cunt swallowed me to the root again and again.

Morgana still lay beside us, legs open, seed leaking from her in slow thick streams. She watched with glassy eyes while her two sisters crawled closer on either side of Beatrice. One of them leaned down and took a stiff nipple into her mouth. The other slid two fingers into Morgana’s ruined hole and scooped out a mix of our cum, then brought it to Beatrice’s lips.

Beatrice opened her mouth and sucked the fingers clean without breaking eye contact with me.

"More," she begged between thrusts. "Fill me the same way you filled her."

I pulled out completely. A long strand of mixed fluids stretched from my cock to her open pussy and finally snapped. I grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her stomach in one motion. She scrambled onto her knees, arching her back so her ass rose high. I spread her cheeks with both hands and slammed back inside.

The new angle let me go even deeper. Beatrice’s scream echoed off the temple walls. I set a brutal pace, hips snapping forward, the wet slap of my body against her ass filling the air.

Pa. Pa. Pa. Pa.

Each stroke forced fresh cream out around my shaft. It ran down the backs of her thighs in messy white lines.