SEXY MECH SYSTEM-Chapter 38: Satisfying the MILF (Pt.3)

"Annngh! Syril... Ouuuuu! I can’t! I can’t do this again whilst standing. I’m so wet for you..." Sherry tremulously lamented, her legs buckling under invisible or imperceptible pressure.

Syril didn’t waste time, he swept her feet off the ground in one move and took her to her sofa, laying her gently on where he’d claim her.

Once her back touched the soft cushion, she groaned softly, covered by the warmth from the sofa beneath her and the sexy, masculine figure hovering over her.

Syril was literally on top of her, although not lying on her, his hands placed on the armrest, his legs being the only point of connection with the voluptuous figure under him.

Syril held her gaze, staring into those brown eyes that repeatedly blink sexily, noting how her brown hair splayed on the sofa, how her face flushed, how her breasts stood excitedly, waiting for his touch, waiting for him to claim her, and how her heat emanated from her thick cave, waiting for him to fuck her until she gets lost in the realm of pleasure.

"God, how many times should I tell you how sexy you are?" Syril groaned, his voice thick and raw with unbridled hunger, his eyes darkened by lewd thoughts.

"You’ve said enough," She softly affirmed and hastily threw her arms around his neck, wrapping him tightly before pushing him down on her. "Now, I just want you."

Syril fell on her with that surprising pull and met something he didn’t expect. He met her lips.

Her soft lips met his and she steamily engaged in kisses.

She kissed him tenderly, sucking and licking his lips like she remembered how to do.

Syril didn’t rush her. He kissed her back passionately, pushing his body into her to allow her heat to envelop him.

That was over too soon anyways.

He engaged her in a French kiss, now twirling his tongue with hers and swapping saliva.

"Fuck," he groaned into her mouth, feeling his bulge pressing into her with urgency.

Sherry could feel it too, but only smiled, pulling him closer as if to outrun his patience.

With her arms still wrapped around his neck, she threw her legs behind him next, spreading them wide open before hooking them on his back.

Then, she pushed him down further.

Her warmth completely wrapped him, her thick body providing solace that could only come with something as mundane as this.

She purposely shifted, adjusting her position to place him exactly where she wanted.

Or perhaps to torture him.

Syril could now feel his restrained cock right on her clit, her warmth even biting through his pants and teetering him on the edge of insanity. He could also feel her mighty cantaloupes pushing against his chest, feeling the softness press against his chest.

Sherry broke from the steamy lip-lock immediately, moaning deliriously as her sensitive region was being groped.

"Awwn! Ughhhh.... Yeahhh!" She breathed into his neck, coursing her oral heat into his pulses and slowly driving him wild.

Driven by that urge, Syril started grinding his hips, slowly pistoning in an up and down motion.

Her response was immediate.

"Nggghhh! Ohhhhhouuuu... ahhhh, ugghhhh!" She groaned, wrapping him tighter and meeting his waist primarily.

Syril continued that way, gently stroking her with his confined cock, feeling something grow exponentially, his cock hardening with every cosseting.

And Sherry kept moaning throughout, kissing his forehead and everywhere her lips could touch as she wailed ecstatically. Her juices trickled fiercely now, waves and waves pouring out as the young man kept stimulating her.

"Ohhhh, yaaaaaah! Please... awwwn! Don’t stop!"

It soon became too much for both parties. Sherry was on the verge of releasing her essence and Syril...

Syril had been suffering, literally.

His cock was fully hardened and throbbing, pushing against his pants while his woman enjoyed everything.

He soon stopped, breathing heavily as his body fluid started building. He was sweating. Perhaps not just from heat or her warmth, perhaps from the pain coming from not being free, from having your cock restrained when such a meaty pussy was trying to swallow it.

"Ahhhhhh, I can’t... You... You’re wicked," Syril stammered, breathing heavily as the pain became unbearable.

"Please... Please, don’t stop now! Uggh, I need it. I need you!" Sherry cried out, confused as her pleasure stopped right when she was on the edge of releasing something primal.

She didn’t even hear what he said clearly, long lost in her world as Syril complained unbearably. After all, it had been so long she tasted or enjoyed something like this.

So long she was appropriately touched and claimed by a man. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

"Who said anything about stopping?" Syril smugly asked, gently unwrapping her arms and freeing himself from her tight clutch.

He stood up hastily before she recovered from her daze.

And before you knew it, he pulled everything he was donning in a mattér of seconds.

The moment he pushed his pants’ zipper and yanked the fabric off, his veiny, hardened cock sprang free with beads of pre-cum visible on the red, swollen cap.

He heaved a sigh of relief after uncaging his long shaft.

Sherry had also returned from whatever realm she ventured into, now staring at the thick rod she was soon going to take in.

"Oh!" She rooped, biting her nails as her gaze found his girth. "So big."

Syril smirked, relishing her reaction and picturing how his wood would violate every corner of her cave, how his girth would stretch her meaty pussy, and how he would watch her walls milk every drop of his cum.

Before continuing, he looked down on the figure with a soft gaze.

She was a mess. A perfect mess, his own perfect mess.

He made her look like this.

Her brown hair scattered uselessly on the white sofa, clinging onto her skin with her sweat. Syril smiled knowing she was going to be sticky. The heat would work in their favor because every perfect, wrecking sex is only complete when there is sweat, when both sides are breathing heavily and clinging onto themselves with primal fluids.

Her nipples were still hard, her breasts bouncing with every laborious breath. Her brown eyes wide and anticipating. And oh yes, her pussy was dripping. Dripping badly with her juice.

Syril knew this was far from being over.

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