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

I held her upright against the rough bark until the last hard pulses of her second climax faded into soft, broken whimpers. Her knees still tried to give out, but I kept one arm locked around her waist and the other braced against the tree above her head so she could not sink.

The thick length of me stayed buried to the root the entire time. Every small aftershock that fluttered through her walls milked another slow bead of cum from the tip of my cock. The sticky mix of our earlier releases already coated the insides of her thighs and ran down both our legs in warm trails that cooled quickly in the forest air.

When her breathing finally steadied enough that she could stand on her own, I eased back just far enough to let the swollen head rest against her entrance. The sudden emptiness drew a soft, helpless sound from her throat. I did not give her time to recover. I turned her around so her back pressed to the trunk again, lifted both of her legs, and hooked them over my elbows. The position folded her almost in half against the tree. Her spine arched, breasts pushed high, and the dark pink of her used cunt opened for me in full view. I drove back in with one long, continuous thrust that forced a sharp cry out of her.

The angle let me grind against the front wall of her pussy with every stroke. I watched her face carefully while I fucked her. Her eyes stayed glassy and half-lidded. Her mouth hung open. Every time the thick ridge of my cock dragged over that swollen spot inside her, her whole body jerked and a fresh rush of clear fluid spilled around the base of my shaft. The wet slap of skin against skin echoed under the canopy. Leaves rustled overhead in a soft breeze that carried the heavy scent of sex and moss and the faint coppery tang of the earlier mana surge.

I kept the same deep, deliberate pace until her thighs started to tremble again. Then I slowed even further, pulling almost all the way out so only the flared head stretched her entrance, and held there while I rolled my hips in tight circles. The shallow torment made her try to push down onto me. I denied her. I kept the teasing rhythm going until her voice broke into soft, continuous pleas.

"Kevin... please... deeper... I need..."

Only then did I slam home and stay buried. I ground against her clit with the base of my cock while the head pressed hard against her cervix. Aria came with a broken sob. Her walls clamped down in strong, rhythmic waves that tried to pull more cum out of me. I rode the orgasm with short, grinding thrusts, never letting the pressure ease, until the strongest contractions finally softened. Even then I stayed deep and simply rolled my hips, keeping her sensitive flesh stretched and full while aftershocks continued to flutter through her.

When her body finally went soft against the tree I lowered one of her legs, kept the other hooked over my arm, and turned so we faced the open clearing. The change in angle let me thrust upward while gravity helped her sink onto every inch. I could feel the thick mix of cum and her own juices being forced deeper with every stroke. Some of it leaked out around my shaft and dripped onto the moss below us in long, sticky strands. The sight of it only made me harder.

I reached between our bodies and found her swollen clit with two fingers. I rubbed it in firm, steady circles timed exactly with the upward drive of my hips. Aria’s free hand clutched at my shoulder hard enough to leave crescent marks. Her head tipped back against the bark. Soft, continuous moans spilled from her open mouth. I watched the way her stomach tensed each time I bottomed out, the way her breasts bounced with the force of the thrusts, the way fresh wetness kept spilling down my balls and the insides of her thighs.

The next climax hit her harder than the last. Her walls locked down in a series of strong, milking pulses that dragged a low groan from my own throat. I did not stop. I kept the same upward rhythm and the same pressure on her clit until a second wave rolled through her before the first had fully ended. Her voice cracked into a high, wordless sound. More fluid gushed around my cock, soaking both of us. I fucked her through it until her free leg gave out completely and I had to support her full weight against the tree.

Only when the strongest tremors passed did I ease her down. I pulled out slowly, watching the thick white cream of our combined releases spill from her open cunt and run down the insides of her legs in heavy rivulets. Aria sagged against the trunk, breathing hard, dark hair stuck to her damp forehead and neck. Color flooded her cheeks and the soft skin of her breasts. The mana transfer was still working. I could feel the warm current of energy moving between us every time our skin stayed in contact, but the system still had not given the final confirmation.

I knelt in front of her on the soft moss. The position put my face level with the mess between her thighs. I lifted one of her legs and draped it over my shoulder, opening her further. The swollen folds of her pussy glistened with our combined fluids. I leaned in and dragged the flat of my tongue through the sticky mix from the bottom of her entrance all the way up to her clit. The taste was heavy and musky and faintly sweet with the residual mana. Aria’s hips jerked. A soft, shocked sound left her throat.

I did it again, slower this time, collecting every drop I could reach and pushing some of it back inside her with the tip of my tongue. Then I sealed my mouth over her clit and sucked in firm, steady pulses while two of my fingers slid into the soft, stretched heat of her cunt. I curled them upward and rubbed the swollen front wall in the same rhythm as the suction on her clit. Aria’s hands tangled in my hair. Her free leg trembled against the tree. Soft, continuous moans filled the quiet forest.

I kept the dual stimulation going without mercy. Every time her walls started to tighten around my fingers I slowed just enough to keep her on the edge, then resumed the pressure the moment the tension eased. The overstimulation made her thighs shake harder. Clear fluid kept spilling around my fingers and running down my wrist. I licked it away without breaking the rhythm on her clit. The soft, wet sounds of my mouth and the quiet, broken noises she made mixed with the distant call of birds and the whisper of leaves overhead.

When the next climax finally tore through her I did not pull back. I kept sucking and rubbing through the strongest pulses, forcing the orgasm higher and longer until her free leg buckled and she had to clutch the tree with both hands just to stay upright. Fresh fluid gushed over my tongue and chin. I swallowed what I could and kept going until the peak finally softened into aftershocks. Only then did I ease my fingers out and stand.