I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM - Chapter 381

Chapter 381: The queen – r18
“I’m going to—fuck, I’m—”

Her pussy clenched around her finger, the orgasm crashing through her like a tidal wave, devouring her whole. Her body shuddered, and then she came—undoing with a loud scream, legs shaking, juices dripping down her inner thighs.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was their breathing, ragged and panting.

The Queen fell back on the chair, her eyes closed, her chest heaving while her heart fluttered with something she hadn’t felt in years: desire.

After so long buried under duty, rage, and shame, it surged back, overwhelming her senses.

After some time, her eyes fluttered open, her body still humming from the aftershocks of her pleasure. She glanced at him, and his gaze was like an aphrodisiac—deep blue eyes locked on her, thick with desire, stripping her bare all over again.

Her pussy clenched involuntarily, a fresh wave of heat surging through her.

Yes, that was what she wanted—the raw, overwhelming desire in his eyes, the thing she had craved for so long that it hurt. It lit her up, her thighs slick with her own cum as she stared back, caught in his pull.

Julian smiled, his lips curling slow and wicked. “Come to me,” he said, his voice soft yet commanding, dripping with the promise of more.

Without hesitation, she stood, her legs shaky but more than willing to reach closer. Her gown stuck to her pussy, soaked from the earlier orgasm.

She stepped closer, the air between them thickening even further.

Her eyes dropped to his messy cock—still hard, twitching slightly as he watched her. She swallowed hard, her breath catching as she realized it was even bigger than she had thought—longer, thicker, a beast of a thing that made her mouth water.

Her hands trembled at her sides, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she stood still, inches from him.

“God,” she whispered, barely audible. She wanted it—wanted to touch it, taste it, feel it stretch her until she broke—and the thought sent a shiver down her spine, her nipples hardening further under the fabric.

Julian’s grin widened, his confidence oozing with each curl of his lips. He shifted, legs spreading wider, letting her see every inch of what she had done to him.

“Like what you see, Gran?” He teased, voice rough with lust, daring her to take the next step.

She nodded, unable to muster a single word. Her mind was too drowned in the heat that pulsed through her. Her eyes leered downward again, locking on the cum stained across his abs. She wanted nothing more than to lean in and lick it all—taste him, feel the length of him on her tongue.

The thought hit her hard, her lips parting with shaky breath, as the urge burned in her chest, filthy and unstoppable.

“Don’t keep me waiting, Grandma,” Julian said, wrapping his hand around his cock. Stroking slowly, his eyes remained locked on her, urging her to make her next move.

She swallowed hard, unable to think of anything. Then, with a smile, she lowered herself, sinking to her knees. His cock was inches from her face, and she paused there, just taking it in, appreciating the sight.

The candlelight fell on his skin, and the sheer size of him was too overwhelming up close. “So big,” she muttered, her voice thick with awe and hunger.

Julian chuckled, his hands still moving, pumping himself just for her. “Thought you would like it,” he said, his free hand twitching at his side like he was itching to grab her, pull her closer.

His cock throbbed faintly, and he tilted his hips slightly, bringing it even nearer, letting her feel the heat of him.

Her hands rested on her thighs, fingers digging into her own skin as she fought the urge to reach out and swallow it whole. Licking her lips, her eyes flicked up to his for a split second before dropping back to his cock.

Without wasting any time, she leaned in and darted her tongue out, licking slowly at the base of his cock. The first taste hit her—salty, slightly bitter, and Julian jerked slightly.

“Yes…” he moaned, his hand tightening around his chair for a second before letting go, giving her the full control as she worked.

She moved upward, deliberate and teasing, licking his erection from base to tip. She took her time, savoring every inch of his hardness, every shudder she managed to pull from him.

Once at the tip, she paused, her eyes locking onto the cum that had gathered there. Then, she swirled her tongue around it, circling, tasting the bittersweet mix of him—coating her mouth.

Julian’s moan deepened, his head falling back as pleasure spiked in his body. She pulled back just enough before swallowing hard. Her throat bobbed as his cum slid down, her eyes locked on his, dark, wild, and hungry for more.

“So tasty,” she purred, her voice slightly muffled as she dove back in.

Her tongue darted out again, licking slowly and sloppily around the base of his cock—circling it, dragging it over and over as if she could not get herself to back out. She planted kisses as she worked, her tits swaying with every move.

Julian groaned, his eyes shut, lost in the haze of overwhelming pleasure that she was giving him. The queen, his grandmother, was sucking him dry, and it was more than what he had hoped for.

Meanwhile, the queen pulled back for a moment, her gaze lifting to his abs. His skin, smeared with his cum, glistened in the candlelight, and her wetness doubled in an instant. She didn’t hesitate—she dove right in. Her tongue darted out, licking up the mess with a single drag, scooping his cum into her mouth like it was ice cream.

The filthy sound of her slurping filled the room and she paused, guzzling it down—salty, bitter, and thick. The mess escaped her lips, dripping down to her chin and then onto her jiggling breast.