God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 160

Chapter 160: Buffet On Her Back
The skin on her back was also very pulpy and glossy, so it didn’t take a lot of effort to slurp up her skin into my mouth and have a big bite, which I was tempted to do every time since her back looked so goddamn tasty.

And her lower back, where her waist was, which was extra thick and had more fat than muscles, was where I was struggling to hold back the most from biting her skin, since it felt like I was running my lips through a seared piece of beef steak that was sizzling hot and waiting for me to take a juicy bite out of it.

Schlick!~ Suck!~

But I didn’t want to become a cannibal any time soon, and I don’t think that Camila would appreciate it if a part of her back was missing when she woke, so I quickly changed to a different spot on her back and sucked on that spot instead when I got any devious thoughts.

Suck!~ Slurp!~ Suck!~

The groove in the middle of her back was the hardest place to suck since her skin was sunken down, and I had to dig deep to get my lips on her tender skin underneath. But it was also the most appetising part of her back since the insides of her long groove had the saltiest taste, as if all the sweat had accumulated here and made me lick on that specific area so much because the taste was addicting, that I almost forgot about the task at hand.

“Hyyaa!~”

Fortunately, Camila’s loud moan and the way her back shivered when I ran by tongue across her spine woke me up, and I stopped licking and started sucking like I was supposed to. Or else, who knows how long I would’ve been licking that area like a dog and would’ve built up enough saliva that it would’ve slid down her groove and into her butt below, which would be quite hot in its own way.

Suck!~ Schlick!~ Slurp!~ Suck!~

From an outsider’s point of view, it would probably look like I was randomly sucking on the poor woman’s back while she moaned and whimpered into her pillow. But it actually wasn’t so simple, since I was perfectly navigating where I was sucking her back in head and already had a map of where I should and should not suck, which was guiding me to my next position so that a perfect picture forms in the end.

I also wasn’t sucking on her skin at random suction power, but I was making sure that each specific area on her back was sucked at a different intensity according to the colour of the picture I had thought of.

Right now, her back was starting to bruise at random places, and small blemishes of different tones were starting to form. But it was only after I finished sucking her entire back and waited for a few minutes would the full picture form, which I hope will get a positive reaction from Camila since it will take a few days or even a week for it to go away from her back, and I don’t think she would appreciate an ugly self-painting on her back.

Stop~

And just when I was about to move onto her upper back, I saw that butt—that she had been shaking like a moter for a while now, had finally stopped shaking, and was sitting as still as a mountain.

That only meant one thing, which was that Camila had snapped out of her hazy state and had finally come back to her senses.

This was further proven by how suddenly her ears, neck, and her slender back were slowly turning a shade of light pink, like her body was starting to remember what she had just done and was reacting to it. And also by how Camila clenched her pillow so tight that her finger nails were tearing into it, like she was dying of cringe and embarrassment for showing her ‘water works’ to me.

She also seemed too ashamed to speak to me or even show her face to me, and just buried her face into the pillow as deep as she could, looking like she wouldn’t mind spending her life like this as long as she didn’t face me; the boy next door, and her new-found love, whom she adored, after I had seen just how strong her ejaculation was and also not only saw her drench herself in her love juice, but my pants as well.

This was the biggest humiliation of her life that she simply couldn’t get over. And she didn’t have the guts to face me after acting like a cool and graceful lady in front of me, only to spray liquids out of her body onto her living room from just hearing me talk.

It would take a while for her to calm down after that, and time was what I was giving her, as I didn’t ask any questions after she woke up or poke fun at her even though I wanted to do so much, and I simply minded my own business, sucking on her back while letting her take a breath and pace her heart, which was beating so hard that it looked like it was going to jump out of her chest.

Suck!~ Slurp!~ Suck!~

I didn’t stop what I was doing even after Camila woke up and continued to make my way up her upper back, which was much more firm and elastic compared to her pudgy lower back. But it still felt nice to suck on since my lips glided across her skin like it was made of porcelain, and it gave me more of a challenge than her flabby flesh below.

Camila also didn’t seem to mind what I was doing, as she seemed to also remember what she said while in a hazy state and was dying of embarrassment after realising that she admitted how much I meant to her.

It was only after I had finished most of her back and only had the top portion of her back left; while the rest of her white canvas was starting to bloom in different shades of purple and was vaguely starting to form a picture, did I hear her voice again.

“Kafka…”

She nervously called out to me in a low voice, while half her face was buried in her pillow and the other half was looking back at me with limpid and nervous eyes, hoping that I didn’t take too much offence to what she did and that I didn’t think of her as a weird woman.

“What is it, Camila?” I answered while still continuing to work on her back.

“Umm…C-Can you stop for a second so that I can go to the bathroom?” She asked while watching me suck her back, but didn’t have the guts to ask what exactly I was doing because of what she did just earlier.

“Why do you want to go to the bathroom, Camila?…Is it so that you can use the toilet?” I wiped my finger across the coffee table and showed her the liquid on my fingers. “…Or is it so that you can clean up the mess you’ve made of yourself in the toilet?”

“T-Tha…T-That…I-I don’t…” Camila stuttered, and her face turned bright red when she saw me rubbing her love juice in between my fingers.