SEXY MECH SYSTEM-Chapter 37: Satisfying the MILF (Pt.2)

"I can’t. I... I like it, but..."

Alas, victory!

Syril didn’t wait to hear the rest. He didn’t bother listening to her ’buts.’ He had heard what he needed to hear.

His fingers danced to the folds of the towel, the area holding the wool firmly on her body, and in one swift move, he loosened the towel.

It didn’t make noise. The towel fell with a soft, almost inaudible thud, exposing the glory of Sherry’s body.

"Ah! Syril?!" Sherry exclaimed in shock.

Syril took two steps back to drink the figure before him.

There, a perfect picture.

Her dampened brown hair splayed beyond her collar bone with wet strands clinging uselessly on her thick body. And just around the edges of her mass of hair, twin bundle of joy stood erect.

Her breasts were full and bodacious, rigid and firm despite her age. They were glorious, a splendour that left Syril’s mouth gaped.

Regardless of her thick body, she didn’t accumulate unnecessary fat. Her tummy wasn’t round and big like you’d expect, just firm and moderate.

But the real juice was just below her torso.

Right between her thick thighs was a load of meat. Her pussy wasn’t just beautiful, it was perfect.

No single strand of hair was there, perfectly trimmed and clean. And what was really outstanding was how thick or meaty her vulva was.

A massive pound of flesh with a tiny, pinky flesh peeking from the folds. That was her clitoris.

Furthermore, although her back was against the wall, Syril could see that extending curve of flesh by her sides.

Her ass was thick too, massive just like the load on her chest.

Sherry was just too perfect. She was nothing Syril had seen. Extremely thick and endowed.

Although her titties could be compared with Amanda’s, other features were beyond comparism with other ladies he had claimed.

Was it ther thick thighs? Her thick, big booty? Or overall, her thick body?

Nah. She was the perfect MILF.

"God, you’re perfect. What a masterpiece..." Syril proclaimed matter-of-factly, covering his mouth in awe.

Sherry’s arms immediately flung to her privates, covering herself and tilting her head to avoid his gaze.

Her cheeks were deeply colored red, her neck burning from embarrassment.

Syril wanted her to feel safe. He wanted

her to feel right, so he moved closer and seized her by her curves.

"Don’t be shy," he said whilst wrapping his hand around one of her titties.

Sherry shakily breathed, her lips quavering in excitement and shyness. "What if Jessie comes in? I... I still don’t think it’s right."

Syril leaned in and kissed her forehead, whispering his response in the process. "She won’t find out. You deserve this. When was the last time someone complimented you in the right manner?"

He played his lips down to her neck now, dragging quick gasps and sharp moans from her.

"When was the last time you were treated like a woman?" He murmured into her neck, intently coursing his oral heat into her pulse.

She agreed on this one. With a shaky sigh, she relaxed and allowed her reservation melt.

Her body arched into his clutch, demanding more teases, more touches.

Then, Syril began with her boobs.

He fondled one first, rubbing and feeling the texture of her calcium cannons whilst caressing and pressing on her thick ass cheeks.

"Beautiful," Syril muttered, feeling the extreme softness and delicacy irrespective of her thickness and size. "I love it."

Sherry could only mumble, "Hmmmm, ahhh," delighting in the way her body received the expression of love and craved more physical touches.

Syril was only playing, testing.

He abruptly stopped teasing, withdrawing his hands from her gloriousness.

Sherry opened her eyes slowly, casting a sharp gaze as her lips quivered. "Wh-why did you stop?" She strangely questioned.

Syril giggled, almost laughing. "Look who thought this was wrong. Look who was playing hard to get."

"Seriously?" She was bemused, tilting her head away in embarrassment. She flustered hard, a map of searing redness covering her cheeks and neck. "Don’t make me go back to thinking that!"

"Ooh, a threat?" Syril hastily replied, laughing loudly afterwards.

As if to test her patience, he sluggishly moved his hands towards her, intently moving in slow motion.

Having enough of his drama and insanely craving his touch, Sherry pulled his hand in a surprising blitz and placed it right on her boob.

"Lord, if you tease me like that again..." She breathed shakily, her chest heaving in patterns that made her juicy titties jiggled slightly, face burning crimson as she felt hot and shy.

Now, Syril was absolutely sure. Himself and her were at the point of no turning back. She now wanted it as much as he did.

No more jokes.

He didn’t tease this time, he went straight to action. His lips found her pebbled, pointy nipple and he began sucking on it.

Her back was still against the wall, her body surrendered, shoulders relaxed and arms clinging unto her sides... Until he started sucking.

"Aaannnnggghhh! Fuckkkk!" She cried out the moment Syril’s wet lips laced her nipple, throwing her hands on his head, curling and pulling his tousled hair as he mouth-played her.

He flicked his tongue slowly, grabbing her boobs with both hands as if breastfeeding, worshipping her titties reverently in a steamy engagement.

Sherry didn’t stop crying rapturously, pulling the young man’s black hair as his mouth drove her wild.

"Unngh! Oooooou!"

Lip brushes, tongue flicks, and an obscene pop after pulling the nipple and releasing. Then a satisfactory "Aaah!"

Syril repeated the cycle on her other boob, making sure to coax with his saliva and cover every space of her areolas.

"Lord, they’re so full and sexy. I can’t get enough," Syril muffled into her boobs squeezing her loads tightly with both hands, his voice darkened with lust.

"Aaaaaaah! Fucccchk!" Sherry shut her eyes closed as the wave of pleasure kept coming, moaning urgently with every mouth-worship.

She was really sensitive there.

Her front arched into Syril primarily, her body shuddering as she felt her juice oozing from her meaty folds.

She was wet. Badly wet.

"Annngh! Syril... Ouuuuu! I can’t! I can’t do this again whilst standing. I’m so wet for you..."

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