I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

He’s… pressing it against me…

“Annie…” he groaned again, the sound needy, right into her ear this time. His hand tightened on her ass as he humped his cock, the pressure leaving no doubt what he was doing.

Her pussy throbbed, begging for friction even as her mind screamed at her to stay still.

He’s using my body. Oh god, it’s so hard… so hot…

She clenched her fists in the sheets, forcing herself not to squirm, not to whimper. The sound of his hand pumping himself was gone now — instead, it was all him, grinding into her, pressing every inch of his cock against her trembling body.

Julian’s breath came heavier now, falling hot on her ear as his hips worked in rhythm. Then, slowly, he shifted again. Annie felt his knee slip between her legs, nudging them apart.

What is he doing?

But she didn’t stop him.

His cock moved lower, sliding down from her back until it nestled right between her thighs. The swollen tip brushed against the thin fabric of skirt, smearing cum over her skin as he adjusted his angle.

Annie’s world crumbled as he thrusted forward, pushing into the warm space between her legs.

Her thighs clamped together on instinct, trapping him there. The heat of him scorched her inner flesh, making shivers run down her spine.

“So good…” he breathed, thrusting slowly now.

Annie’s heart pounded like thunder. Every thrust forced her to feel his cock, every twitch and vein, every obscene smear of his cum on her skin. Her nipples were rock hard, scraping painfully against the thin fabric of her top.

No… this is wrong. I can’t…

And yet her body betrayed her. She shifted just slightly, adjusting the blanket, and in that tiny movement her thighs squeezed tighter around him.

Julian groaned again, louder, pushing faster now. The wet sound of him fucking her thighs filled the silence. His grip on her ass tightened, pulling her back onto him as if she belonged to him.

Annie’s breath came in shallow gasps, her face buried in the pillow, her pussy throbbing with desperate need. The heat between her legs grew unbearable, her panties clinging to her slick folds. She clenched her eyes shut, trembling, still pretending to sleep even as every nerve in her body screamed awake.

Then it happened.

His tip dragged over her soaked panties, parting her pussy lips through the thin fabric. Annie’s whole body jolted, her pussy clenching tight as if it wanted him inside.

“Fuck… Annie… you’re so warm… so soft…” He pushed his hips forward, his cock finding her slit again, smearing cum over her damp panties.

Annie squeezed her eyes shut, her thighs quivering from the intensity of his thrusts. Every thrust threatened to push deeper, to slide inside where she knew he didn’t belong. Shame and heat warred in her chest, but her body betrayed her, grinding back in the slightest, helpless motion.

“Do you feel that?” he whispered hoarsely, his cock pressing right at her entrance. “I want to fuck you so bad… Annie… fuck, I can’t stop…”

A choked gasp almost escaped her throat, but she buried it in the pillow. His words burned through her, filthier than the act itself.

Julian tightened his grip and his cock slipped just under her panties, pressing against her bare slit for the briefest, most dangerous second. Her wetness slicked him instantly, and his breath hitched in her ear.

“So wet…” he muttered, voice thick with hunger. “You want this too, don’t you? Even if you won’t admit it…”

Annie’s thighs clamped tight, panic surging through her—but she couldn’t deny the desperate ache that screamed yes.

I can’t… I can’t let this continue, she thought, panic flooding her chest. If he keeps going like this, if he loses control—

But her body didn’t match her thoughts. She bit into the blanket, trembling, until a sudden impulse struck her.

No… I have to end this. I have to…

Slowly, carefully, as though moving in a dream, Annie slid her hand under the blanket. Her fingers trembled as they moved behind her, finding the hard, slick cock rutting between her thighs. She nearly gasped aloud at the sheer heat and size of him, her hand sticky instantly with his precum.

Julian groaned, his hips jerking violently when her fingers touched him, mistaking it for nothing more than the friction of her thighs.

Annie swallowed hard, her mind screaming in denial even as her hand guided him lower, pressing his cock snugly between her thighs, right against her slick folds.

If I make him finish… if I make him cum, it will stop. It has to stop.

Her thighs clenched tighter around him, trapping him in her heat. She squeezed hard, creating a wet channel, and with her hand, she helped him thrust again. Her pussy lips fluttered as the swollen head slid against them, smearing her juices all over his shaft.

Julian let out a guttural moan, his hand gripping her ass so tightly she nearly cried out.

“Fuck… Annie… you feel… so good…”

Annie’s eyes shut tight, shame burning hot across her face. Just finish. Please… just cum and let it end.

Her thighs trembled, the pressure growing unbearable she squeezed him dry. Each wet thrust sent sparks of pleasure through her even as she tried to deny it.

Julian’s breathing grew ragged, desperate. He thrust wildly now, cock sliding messily through her thighs. His voice broke in her ear, low and hungry:

“Annie… fuck, I’m gonna—”

Her heart skipped a beat and she squeezed him further, as if to drain it out of him. Do it. Just cum. End it now.

With a final shudder, Julian groaned her name, hips slamming forward as hot spurts of cum spilled between her thighs. The thick fluid coated her inner skin, smeared over her panties, dripping down her legs as he continued thrusting out every last spasm of release.

Annie froze, her body burning, her mind blank as his seed spread across her thighs. Her heart pounded so violently she thought it would break her ribs. She forced herself to stay limp, to keep her breathing slow and steady, pretending to be asleep even as his cum soaked her skin.