MILF Paradise System-Chapter 224: Latina MILF Misses Me

"I get you, bros, but I’m fucking drinking tea with her right now," I said, keeping my voice low but sharp. "Why do you have to peep right now? It’s really awkward, man." It really made me weirded out, the way these motherfuckers looked through the gap.

They all glanced at each other, then back at me, their expressions shifting as if I were the strange one for calling them out. One shrugged. Another smirked faintly, like peeping on the priestess while jerking off was just another part of their daily routine.

They probably did it all day—every day—lurking in corners, stroking themselves raw while she walked past, her robe clinging to her thick curves. It wasn’t even shame to them anymore. It was habit.

"Hey, whatever you wanna do, just do it after I leave the temple," I said, crossing my arms. "I don’t need an audience."

"About that..." the shorter guy began, scratching the back of his shaved head. "Dude, you showed up with so many hot women. Think you could introduce us to some of them?"

He said it like I was supposed to be their wingman, like I’d happily hand over my MILFs.

"Hell no," I said flatly. "They wouldn’t even glance your way with those tiny dicks of yours."

The MILFs in my harem were addicted to me, hooked, loyal, and completely mine. There was no universe where I’d pass them off to anyone, especially not these clowns.

The guy’s face fell for a split second, but he quickly forced a crooked grin. "Alright, alright, damn. I know you’re joking, bro. You could’ve just said no though, didn’t have to make us feel that bad."

"Anyway," I said, waving it off, "just keep your dicks to yourselves while I’m here."

"Yeah, just leave fast," the tall one muttered, already tucking himself back into his robe. "We can’t hold ourselves much longer."

They all shuffled away down the corridor, robes swishing against the stone floor, dicks probably still half-hard under the fabric, disappearing around the corner like scolded kids avoiding eye contact, shoulders hunched in embarrassment.

As they turned the corner and disappeared down the hallway, I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket.

I pulled it out quickly. It was Sofia FaceTiming me.

Shit, I should pick up her call, I thought. I’d been ignoring all her previous messages, and now she was calling. I couldn’t keep dodging her forever.

I glanced down the corridor and spotted an empty room just a few steps away. The temple was massive, lined with side chambers and quiet meditation spaces. This one had the same kind of wide window as the room where the priestess and I had been drinking tea, natural light spilling in, overlooking the garden below with its still pond and gently swaying trees.

I slipped inside, shut the door behind me, and swiped up to answer.

"Hey, Sofia," I said, stepping closer to the window so the sunlight hit my face clearly. The garden outside looked peaceful.

"Alex..." Sofia’s voice came through immediately, relieved but edged with worry. "I’ve been trying to contact you since yesterday."

She was in her bedroom, hair messy and unbrushed, falling in loose waves around her shoulders. She wore only a simple tight white vest that barely contained her heavy breasts. The thin fabric stretched across her chest, the neckline low and sagging slightly under their weight. Her nipples were pressing against the material, and there were wet spots blooming around them, small, damp circles where milk had leaked through.

She was probably leaking milk just thinking about me, her body betraying how badly she needed relief.

"Hey," I said again, softer this time. "Sorry I forgot to reply to your messages. I’ve been so busy, I completely forgot to tell you—I’m on a trip with some people from my building. Look—"

I slowly turned the phone, giving her a wider view of the temple around me: the tall wooden beams stretching up toward the ceiling, the open window spilling soft natural light across the floor, and the garden outside with its still pond, blooming flowers, and trees swaying gently in the breeze. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

"You’re on a trip?" Sofia asked, her expression falling. Her lower lip trembled slightly. "I thought we could meet... You know my husband’s coming back tomorrow." Her voice softened. "I really miss you, Alex."

I leaned against the window frame, keeping my voice low. "I know. I’m sorry. It came up suddenly. I miss you too, and I’ll be back home tomorrow."

She bit her lip, her eyes flicking down to her chest where more milk had seeped through the thin vest, darkening the fabric around her nipples. "I miss you, Alex... I really miss your mouth on these..." she murmured, squeezing her breast gently as more milk soaked into the cloth.

"I miss them too, Sofia," I said, voice low and hungry. "Let me see them."

I wanted to see her boobs, how full and heavy they’d gotten, how much milk she was holding just from thinking about me. My mouth was already watering at the thought of coming back from this trip and drinking them empty, sucking on her swollen nipples until she moaned and milk dripped down my chin, filling my throat with her warm, sweet milk while she begged for more.

Sofia didn’t hesitate. She pulled down the neckline of her tight white vest with her hand, letting her massive breasts spill free. They were enormous, full, round, heavy with milk, skin creamy and stretched tight, veins faintly visible beneath the surface.

Her dark nipples stood out stiff and swollen, already beading with milk at the tips. She squeezed them once, firmly and deliberately, and thick streams of milk squirted out, running down the curves in slow, white trails, dripping onto her lap and soaking the vest below.

"Ahh... see, Alex?" Sofia moaned softly, squeezing again so more milk beaded and rolled down her nipples. "They want you, Alex... they’re so full for you..."