Apocalypse : Transmigrated With Milf System-Chapter 7: Behind Their Back : A final Blowjob - R`18+

Their primal rhythm continued, a relentless dance of thrust and response.

In the throes of her repeated orgasms, her body would sometimes tense, a strangled cry escaping her lips, before she'd momentarily lose consciousness, her weight slackening against him.

He'd growl, his grip tightening on her hips, his deep thrusts jolting her back to awareness. "Don't you dare go limp on me. You're going to feel every last inch." His eyes, dark and possessive, would bore into hers, demanding her participation.

Each return to consciousness was marked by a fresh wave of intense sensation as he continued his forceful invasion.

Soft whimpers would escape her, quickly turning into gasps and moans as another orgasm clawed its way through her system, sometimes followed by another fleeting moment of oblivion.

He seemed fueled by her near-unconsciousness, his thrusts becoming even more brutal, more demanding. "Feel me, damn you. Feel how deep I am inside you." His voice was thick with a raw, possessive edge.

Finally, a guttural roar ripped from his chest as his body convulsed, his seed erupting deep within her.

He remained locked in place, his breathing ragged, his grip still tight on her hips.

After a long, shuddering moment, he finally stilled, his head falling back against the pillow.

His eyes, still glazed with the aftermath of his climax, slowly focused on her face, her limp form straddling him. A low, satisfied growl rumbled in his chest.

"Heh.. This is why i love Milfs" The raw intensity in his gaze slowly began to fade, replaced by a heavy, sated exhaustion.

The primal storm had finally reached its violent, possessive end.

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He remained buried deep within her, his body shuddering with the aftershocks of his powerful release.

A thick warmth flooded her depths, a tangible sign of his possessive act. He didn't withdraw, instead, he groaned, pushing deeper, ensuring every last drop of his seed saturated her core.

"haanh❤️"a soft gasp escaped her lips as she felt the sheer volume of his ejaculate filling her. A strange, heavy sensation settled in her lower abdomen, a foreign fullness that was undeniably his.

He finally began to withdraw, slowly, deliberately, letting the thick fluid coat her inner walls. As his shaft slid out, a visible stream of his thick, white jizz trailed after it, spilling out of her swollen cunt and beginning to trickle down her inner thighs.

His eyes, still heavy with lust, watched the creamy liquid cascade down her legs. A satisfied smirk stretched across his face. "Look at that. You're filled with me." He reached down, his fingers smearing the thick fluid across her skin. "Every last drop."

A strange mix of revulsion and a lingering, unwanted warmth washed over her.

She could feel the stickiness between her legs, the undeniable evidence of his violation.

Her stomach felt oddly bloated, stretched by the sheer volume he'd deposited inside her.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "You'll carry my seed now. You're marked." His voice was a low, possessive whisper, a final claim in the aftermath of their brutal encounter.

The sight of his jizz slowly dripping down her legs was a stark, visual testament to his dominance and her forced submission.

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Her body, utterly spent and slick with sweat and his seed, collapsed back onto the mattress.

A shudder ran through her as the last remnants of the intense physical ordeal faded, leaving behind a heavy, aching exhaustion. Her eyes fluttered closed, her breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps.

"haah.. haah.. haah..❤️"

He watched her for a moment, his expression a complex mix of satisfaction and lingering arousal.

Then, his gaze dropped to his still-erect cock, coated in her fluids and his own. A smirk touched his lips. "Not done yet."

His voice, though still rough, held a note of command. "Get up." He gestured towards his throbbing member with a curt nod. "Clean this up."

Her eyes flickered open, heavy and unfocused. She stared at him blankly for a moment, comprehension slowly dawning in her weary gaze. A flicker of defiance, quickly overshadowed by exhaustion and a sense of utter powerlessness, crossed her face. "I... I can't... I'm too tired." Her voice was a weak, barely audible whisper.

He leaned closer, his eyes hard. "Tired? You think I care? You'll do as I say." His tone brooked no argument. "Get on your knees."

With a visible effort, her body protesting with every movement, she slowly pushed herself up, her limbs trembling. Her gaze flickered down to his demanding erection, a wave of nausea washing over her.

He watched her struggle, a cruel satisfaction in his eyes. "That's right. You belong on your knees before me." He shifted, positioning himself for her unwilling ministrations. "Open your mouth."

Her gaze fixed on his hard shaft. The air hung heavy with the aftermath of their encounter and the stark reality of his continued dominance.

With a final, defeated sigh, she slowly reached out, her trembling hand guiding his still-pulsating cock towards her unwilling lips.

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Her hand, still trembling slightly, encircled his shaft with a weary resignation. Her gaze remained fixed on the ceiling, a distant, almost vacant stare.

Slowly, almost mechanically, she brought his tip to her lips, a soft sigh escaping as she closed her mouth around it.

He watched her from his side, his expression a detached study. A faint smirk played on his lips, a subtle hint of satisfaction in her forced compliance. "Not exactly enthusiastic, are we?" His voice was low, almost a murmur.

She didn't respond, her actions a silent testament to her exhaustion and defeat. She sucked gently, like a child with a lollipop, her eyes still lost in the expanse of the ceiling.

He chuckled softly. "That's it. Pretend I'm not even here." His gaze drifted over her disheveled form, a lingering possessiveness in his eyes.

Breaking the monotonous rhythm, she pulled back slightly and pressed a soft, almost chaste kiss to the underside of his shaft. Her lips lingered for a fleeting moment before returning to their task.

He watched, a flicker of something unreadable in his expression. "Trying to appease me? It'll take more than that."

With a visible swallow, she took more of him into her mouth, her hand still stroking the base with a listless movement. A muffled sound escaped her as she tentatively explored his length with her tongue.

He shifted slightly, propping himself up on an elbow to get a better view. "Deeper. I know you can do better than that." His tone was still devoid of any real heat, more of an observation.

Her ministrations became slightly more varied, a subtle attempt to comply with his unspoken demand.

She would tease the head with the tip of her tongue, flicking it lightly before sliding him deeper into her mouth.

Her fingers, still slick, would occasionally join in, offering a half-hearted caress.

He watched, his breathing even, his body relaxed. There was a strange detachment in his gaze, as if he were observing a scene in a movie. "There you go. A little more effort. Though the heart clearly isn't in it."

A long moment passed in this strained intimacy. The only sounds were her soft sucking, the occasional muffled sound from her throat, and their steady breathing.

Ruel's gaze remained fixed on her, a silent, almost clinical observer of her weary compliance.