MILF Paradise System-Chapter 227: MILF Priestess Milks Me

She cared for me like I was her child, stroking my hair gently with one hand, holding the back of my head tenderly with the other, wanting to fulfill my desire so she could break me free from the chains of lust.

But the way her nipple hardened further against my mouth told a different story.

She was lowering her chest down slowly, guiding her heavy breast toward my mouth so I could suck it properly. Her nipple was soft, pink, and already stiff from arousal, brushed my lips first, warm and inviting.

The moment it got close enough, I latched on it immediately, sealing my mouth around the tender peak and drawing it deep inside.

"Mmm... it’s so tasty," I groaned against her skin, kissing her soft pink nipple gently at first, letting my saliva coat it in slow, wet circles. My tongue flicked over the sensitive bud, teasing it until it stiffened even more, hardening into a tight, throbbing point under my licks.

I sucked harder now, cheeks hollowing as I pulled the nipple deeper, tongue swirling around it in steady, hungry strokes.

Grace kept caressing me tenderly, her fingers moving through my hair in soothing, rhythmic motions, cradling the back of my head to make sure I could suck her tits with ease.

She arched her back slightly, lowering herself further so her breast settled fully against my face, the heavy weight pressing warmly into my cheek and mouth.

She held me like a mother breastfeeding her child.

"You like it so much?" she asked softly, voice low and breathy, hand still stroking my hair as she watched me worship her breast.

"I love it," I murmured, voice muffled against her tit as I sucked her nipple thoroughly. I lifted her heavy breast with both hands, feeling how full and soft it was, how it spilled over my palms, and guided it deeper into my mouth.

She lowered herself more, letting me take as much as I could, the creamy flesh filling my mouth completely. I sucked greedily, tongue lapping at the nipple, teeth grazing lightly, moaning low into her skin as the warmth and softness overwhelmed me.

"You are so hard, Alex... does that hurt?" Grace asked, glancing down at my lap.

I was lying in her lap, with my cargo pants lowered around my waist, and my cock standing fully straight and throbbing painfully.

It pulsed visibly, thick shaft lined with prominent veins that stood out under the skin, head swollen and glossy, a steady bead of precum forming at the slit and slowly rolling down the underside in a shiny trail. Every heartbeat made it twitch upward, leaking more clear fluid that dripped onto my stomach.

It was getting even harder as I kept sucking her milky tits. The sight of her mature body feeding me, the feel of her nipple in my mouth, the weight of her breast in my hands, it all made my dick ache with need.

"Yes... it hurts," I said, voice muffled against her skin as I tried to suck her whole tit into my mouth. I stretched my lips wide, taking as much of the soft, creamy flesh as I could, tongue swirling over the sides of her heavy breast, coating every inch in slow, wet strokes of saliva.

I was going crazy, watching Sofia’s leaking breasts on the video call had driven me insane with need, and now these real, mature breasts were right here, creamy and heavy in my hands and mouth.

They didn’t leak milk like Sofia’s, but I had to make do with them until I returned from this trip. I sucked harder, my cheeks hollowing and my tongue flicking over the stiff nipple, moaning low against her breast as the warmth and softness overwhelmed me.

Grace reached down slowly and wrapped her hand around my dick, fingers soft, warm and gentle as she started stroking it slowly, like she was trying to soothe my pain, to calm the restless ache that throbbed through my shaft.

Her palm glided up and down the length in long, careful strokes, thumb brushing the swollen head, spreading the leaking precum until her hand glistened.

"Ahh..." I moaned into the priestess’s tits, hips twitching forward into her grip as she worked me with so much care. Her touch was tender, almost reverent, fingers curling around the thick shaft, stroking from base to tip in smooth, steady motions, like she was caring for something fragile even though it was rock-hard and pulsing in her hand.

"Is it better now?" she asked softly, voice calm but breathier, her hand never stopping its slow rhythm. She was ready to do anything to soothe my ache, to guide me toward enlightenment, believing that fulfilling my desire would free me from lust. Her fingers tightened slightly on the upstroke, thumb circling the sensitive head, making me groan louder against her breast.

"Yes... it’s better now... ahh... yeah, just like that," I said, switching to her other tit. I latched on eagerly, sucking the stiff nipple deep, tongue swirling around it, coating the entire breast in my saliva until it glistened wet and shiny under the natural light. My hands kneaded the soft, heavy flesh, lifting, squeezing, feeling it spill over my palms as I devoured her.

Her hand stayed smooth and steady on my cock, stroking with gentle care, fingers gliding along every vein, palm warm and slick with my precum. She held me like she wanted to nurture it, to ease the pain, to bring me peace, even as her own breathing grew shallower, thighs shifting beneath my head, pussy probably dripping under the robe.

"Ahh... you are so hungry, Alex," Grace moaned softly, her voice trembling with a mix of surprise and arousal as she watched me devour her nipple. I was sucking it like I was starving, lips sealed tight around the stiff, pink peak, cheeks hollowing with every deep pull, tongue swirling relentlessly to draw out every sensation I could.