I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

“Ahh ~ ohh!” Another moan escaped from her lips, loud and desperate.

She felt every inch, her grandson’s cock claiming her in a way that made her heart pound with both heat and shame. Her nipples hardened, brushing his shaft with each thrust as waves of pleasure surged through her body.

Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips before she bit down, trying to stifle her moans. But it was useless—his heat, his relentless thrusts, his slickness—all of it overwhelmed her, making her thighs squeeze together tightly.

Julian saw the weight of the taboo in her eyes, but her gaze stayed locked on his, drowning in the feel of his cock.

His grin widened, the feeling of Gregoria’s massive tits overwhelming everything. The warmth, the soft flesh, the way her body shuddered slightly under his touch—it was intoxicating.

“Ah, yes, Grandma,” he murmured. “You have such nice tits.”

Her blush deepened, and for a moment, she wanted to quit, but she refused to give in. She had to snap back, had to keep some control, or she might drown in the guilt and the growing heat between her thighs.

“Shut up, Julian,” she spat, her voice shaky but defiant.

Julian stopped for a moment, pulling back just enough to maintain some distance between them. His eyes lingered on her flushed face, savoring the way she tried to hide her growing struggle.

With a sly smirk, he gripped his cock and dragged it across her nipple.

“Ahh,” Gregoria moaned, the sensation jolting through her body.

The feeling of his hardness sent a wave of arousal crashing through her, her body betraying the fight she still clung to. Each drag seemed to make her want him more, the heat in her core growing unbearable.

“Yesss, keep on moaning,” Julian taunted, his voice a dark melody that echoed in her ears. He dragged his cock across her nipple again, this time a little rougher, making sure she felt every inch of him.

“Moans suit you better than your tough words, Grandma. Don’t fight it.”

Gregoria’s back arched slightly, her body instinctively pushing toward him. She hated that she couldn’t stop the pleasure, that her body was giving in so easily, but there was no denying it—it all just felt too good.

“You’re so tight, Grandma,” Julian whispered, dragging it across her other breast now. His hungry eyes were fixed on her, watching for every reaction she gave. “I think you’ve been begging for this.”

Gregoria clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. “I’m not begging for anything,” she shot back, though her voice wavered at the end.

Julian grinned wickedly, leaning in close again. “We both know that’s a lie.” His grin softened, still sly but mixed with something deeper. Without a word, he slid it back between her massive breasts, thrusting slow and deliberate. His hands cupped her tits, gentler this time, thumbs brushing her nipples.

“Mhhh—” Gregoria moaned, her body tensing then melting as she felt him again. His cock throbbed and pulsed, nestling into her cleavage like it belonged there. Her hands eased on his thighs, no longer fighting—just holding, feeling him move.

Her eyes flickered up to his, caught in the weight of her grandson loving her in the dirtiest, sweetest way.

He leaned down, forehead pressing to hers. “You’re mine, Grandma,” he murmured, voice rough but soft. “These tits—these perfect fucking tits—they’re for me.” His cock slid slick between them, each thrust a mark of ownership.

She remained silent, unable to respond. Her lips parted, but no words came out.

Julian reached for her hands on his thighs, guiding them up slowly, pressing them to her own breasts. “Squeeze them for me,” he whispered, voice low and commanding.

Gregoria hesitated, her fingers trembling on her skin, but the need was too intense. Her palms covered her breasts, pressing them closer around his cock. Julian’s eyes never left hers, watching as she finally gave in to the moment.

“Mhhh!” she moaned, her eyes fluttering half-shut as she felt his cock throb between her breasts.

Julian’s eyes never left hers, watching as she finally gave in to the moment.

Her hands began to move, squeezing around him, her thumbs brushing her own nipples. Julian groaned, the feel of her softness overwhelming his senses.

Gregoria’s eyes widened, the words teasing and taunting her. Her pussy grew wet, and she couldn’t stop herself from moving harder, her body responding despite the horror of what they were doing. Her massive breasts jiggled with each thrust of Julian’s cock, the sight of which was almost too much to bear.

Julian leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. “You like it, don’t you, Grandma?” he whispered, his voice low and seductive.

Gregoria’s eyes squeezed shut, unable to fight the wave of arousal. “Mmh—ahh,” she moaned, her thumbs unconsciously playing with her own nipples.

Julian watched her intently, a grin forming on his face. “Good girl, Grandma,” he teased. His cock grew harder, the sound of her moans making his blood race.

He thrust his hips forward, feeling his tip graze her chin. Gregoria’s eyes snapped open, meeting his with a hot mix of anger and lust. She didn’t push him away—instead, she leaned into it, her breath hot against his cock.

Julian felt his control slipping, the thrill of her submission making his arousal spike to a peak.

Gregoria felt his cock swell between her breasts, his precum mixing with her sweat, making everything slick and wet. She could smell the scent of his cum—his desire for her—filling the air around them. The scent was intoxicating; that made her mouth water.

Julian’s hands remained on her wrists, guiding her movements, showing her exactly how he liked it. And as much as she hated to admit it, she liked it too—his strength, his dominance. It was wrong, but it felt so right.

“Mmh, Julian,” she moaned, her voice thick with lust. The way he whispered in her ear, the way he watched her—it was as if he could see right through her.

Julian’s grin grew wider, the power in his grip tightening. “Say it,” he whispered, his cock sliding faster between her breasts. “Say you’re a whore for your grandson’s dick.”

Gregoria’s eyes shot open, a fiery rage burning in them, but before she could reply, he pushed her hands down. With a sly smile, his own reached down to pinch her nipples, twisting them just enough to make her gasp.

“Oh, I know you do,” he murmured. “You’re my whore, Grandma—always have been.”

The words stung like a whip, but she couldn’t deny the heat that burned in her. Julian’s fingers twisted her nipples again, sending jolts of pleasure down her spine. Her knees felt weak, her resolve crumbling with every stroke.

“You’re… wrong,” she managed to breathe out, her voice shaky.

Julian leaned in closer. “Am I?” He pushed his tip against her chin, smearing cum on her skin.

Gregoria leaned down, unable to hold back anymore. She took the head of his cock in her mouth, licking away the precum with a fierce hunger that surprised them both.

Julian’s eyes rolled back, his grip on her wrists tightening as he felt her hot tongue swirl around his tip. “Mmh,” he moaned, his body shivering slightly. “That’s it, Grandma—show me how much you want it.”

Gregoria took him deeper, her mouth stretching around his thickness. She sucked hungrily, using all the skill she had once used to soothe him as a baby. Now, she used it to bring him to the brink of pleasure.

Taken over by lust, Julian’s hands shot to her head, his fingers tangling tight in her hair. Gregoria’s eyes widened, but she didn’t push back. Her lips stayed locked around his cock, taking him deep.

His thrust became wild, driving his thick length into her mouth with reckless intensity. “Mmh—fuck,” he groaned, his control slipping as her tongue swirled, her throat tightening around him.

Her massive tits bounced beneath, jiggling with every brutal thrust. Gregoria’s hands gripped his thighs, nails leaving marks as he fucked her with animalistic hunger. Her eyes watered but remained locked on his—lust, shame, and surrender all crashing together.

He pulled her closer, burying himself even deeper. His tip hit the back of her throat, making her gag and choke. “Nngh!” she whimpered, but leaned into it, her hunger matching his.

Julian’s hands gripped her head tighter, his hands fisting her hair as the pleasure built to its peak. “Yes, you slut, take it,” he groaned, trying his best to hold his orgasm back. Her throat squeezed him, hot and wet, driving him insane.

Gregoria’s face burned with his vulgar words, but she was in too deep to care. She was overtaken by lust, and there was no room for shame anymore. Her eyes watered, streaming down her cheeks, but she sucked harder, saliva dripping from her stretched lips, spilling down her chin and splattering her massive breasts below.

“Mmh—yess!” she moaned, gripping his thighs tightly, pulling him closer and urging for more.

“Fuck—take it all, Grandma,” he groaned again.

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