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

I kept the pace deep and steady. Aria’s body was still sensitive from the first set of climaxes. Every time I bottomed out she made a small broken sound and her walls fluttered around me. I watched her face carefully. The pale color was fading. A faint flush had started to rise in her cheeks. The mana transfer was working, but slowly. She needed more.

I pulled almost all the way out until only the thick head stretched her entrance, then rolled my hips in a slow circle, rubbing the underside of my cock against her swollen clit. Aria’s back arched. Her hands grabbed at the moss on either side of her head.

"Too sensitive... Kevin, it’s too much..."

I ignored the words and kept the same slow, grinding motion. The head of my cock stayed lodged just inside her, spreading her open while I teased the rest of her with the friction against her clit. More clear fluid leaked out around me and ran down the cleft of her ass. I reached between us and collected some of it on my fingers, then brought it to her mouth. She opened automatically and sucked my fingers clean, eyes half-lidded.

Only then did I push back in to the root in one long thrust. Aria cried out. I stayed buried and ground against her, making sure every inch stayed pressed deep while my pubic bone rubbed her clit. Her thighs started shaking again. I could feel another orgasm building in the way her cunt tightened in short, desperate pulses.

I pulled out completely. The sudden emptiness made her whimper. I flipped her onto her side, lifted her top leg high, and entered her from that angle. The new position made her tighter. I could see everything: the way her pussy lips stretched around my shaft, the wet shine coating me each time I withdrew. I fucked her with long, measured strokes, one hand holding her leg up, the other reaching around to rub her clit in firm circles.

Aria’s moans turned continuous. Her free hand clutched at my forearm. I kept the same rhythm until her whole body locked up. A strong climax hit her. Her walls clamped down hard and a fresh gush of fluid spilled out around my cock. I fucked her through it without slowing, forcing the orgasm to stretch longer. When the peak finally started to fade I immediately changed the angle again, pushing her leg higher toward her chest so I could drive even deeper.

She came a second time almost immediately, the new depth triggering it. Her voice cracked. Her inner muscles squeezed and released in strong waves that tried to milk me. I held still through the strongest pulses, letting her feel every throb of my cock inside her, then started moving again before she could fully recover.

I pulled out and sat back on my knees. Aria lay on her side, breathing hard, thighs wet and trembling. I reached down and spread her pussy open with my thumbs, watching the way it twitched and leaked a mix of her juices and my earlier cum. I leaned in and dragged my tongue from the bottom of her entrance all the way up to her clit in one slow stroke. Aria jerked. I did it again, slower, pressing the flat of my tongue against her and licking firmly. Her taste was sharp and sweet. I closed my mouth over her clit and sucked while I pushed two fingers back inside her.

She came on my tongue within less than a minute. Her thighs tried to close around my head. I held them open and kept licking and sucking through the climax, adding a third finger and curling them against the sensitive front wall. Aria’s cries grew louder. Another orgasm followed right after the previous one, weaker but still enough to make more fluid spill over my hand and chin.

I rose back up, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and pulled her into my lap so she straddled me. Her knees sank into the moss on either side of my hips. I held my cock steady and lowered her onto it. Gravity helped. She sank down slowly, taking me inch by inch until she was fully seated. The position forced her to feel the full thickness. Her head fell forward against my shoulder.

I gripped her ass with both hands and started lifting her up and down. At first I controlled the entire movement, raising her until only the head remained inside, then dropping her back onto my cock so she took everything in one wet slide. The sound of her cunt swallowing me filled the clearing again. Aria’s arms wrapped around my neck. Her breasts pressed against my chest. Every time she landed fully I felt her clit grind against me.

After a while I stopped lifting her and simply held her hips still while I thrust up into her from below. Short, hard strokes that kept me deep. Aria moaned against my neck. Her body was getting warmer. The shivering had almost completely stopped. Color had returned to her skin. The mana was rising, but I could still feel how much further she needed to go.

I lay back on the moss and let her stay on top. "Ride me," I told her. "Show me how much you need it."

Aria planted her hands on my chest and started moving. At first her rhythm was unsteady. She rose and fell in short strokes, getting used to controlling the depth. I watched her face. The desperation was still there, but pleasure was starting to outweigh the fear. Her eyes half-closed. Her mouth stayed open. Soft, continuous sounds left her every time she sank down.

I reached up and played with her breasts while she rode, pinching and rolling the nipples. Her pace increased. She started dropping harder, taking me deeper, grinding her clit against me at the bottom of every stroke. Wetness coated my lower stomach. The soft slap of her ass against my thighs grew louder.