SEXY MECH SYSTEM-Chapter 41: Aftermath with the MILF

She took him from the back, bending and arching her back in a perfect doggystyle. Her ass bounced, ripples traveling across

her smooth flesh as he thrust brutally.

"Ahhhh... Ugghhhhh.... Hmmmmm," she’d moan whenever he hit that spot that made her see stars, crying out and calling his name with no shame.

Cowgirl, Reverse Cowgirl, Missionary... All of it, they did.

She bounced on his cock, twerked on his cock, hit her climax multiple times...

He also came in her several times, pouring his endless stream of semen in her.

After what seemed like an eternity, which was only four more rounds by the way, she finally gave up.

’Gave up’ won’t be the right words to use.

She was exhausted. Yeah, that’s right.

She was spent, messed, filled completely. Her pussy was gaped and puffed, her inner walls invisible from outside due to the obstruction of his cum.

She was totally spent, satisfied.

Her ability had been the problem. When she was reaching her climax, her ability did the work of recovering her stamina, making her feel ready again. Although the stress was visible on her with the way her pussy was puffed and red, she could easily go again as she felt refreshed.

That was the problem. Matter of fact, her exhaustion didn’t come from low stamina, the stress had pent up to the point she couldn’t go again and had to stop.

It should have been traumatizing, agonizing the least, but Syril’s stamina pool wasn’t small by any means. He repeatedly fucked her when she demanded, stretching and positioning just the way she liked it.

Call Sherry a big slut, call her a horny, whoresome MILF, she won’t care. She needed it. She loved his cock and enjoyed every single part of all they did.

Now, she was breathing strenuously, her chest heaving in disturbing patterns, face completely reddened. You could see hand imprints on her ass, hickeys all over her body, and reddened marks on parts Syril had repeatedly groped.

"God, you made a mess of me," she breathed out, struggling to make words form. "I’ve never felt this way in my entire life..."

"You were amazing," Syril responded, smiling heartily.

She looked into his eyes with reverence, noting how alive and small sparks of fire lingered there.

’He can still go again. Probably one more or two,’ she concluded in her head.

That was terrifying to her.

She knew she had been using her ability all this while, but him... She wasn’t sure, and that reignited her curiosity for his ability, made her place him on a whole new level with respect that surpassed normalcy.

She only knew he was perfect, perfect beyond her own measures.

"You completely wrecked me," she professed, laughing shortly as she took a quick, short glance at her body. "I’m not sure I can walk properly."

"Ohhh, I’m sorry."

"Don’t be. I asked for it. You... I should be the one apologizing." She held his hands now, resting her head on his broad, muscular chest. "I never knew how much I needed it, never remembered how it felt to be fucked. I had buried all of those a long time and when you reopened them, I was lost in lust. I couldn’t stop asking. I didn’t think about your state and I..."

"Shhhhh," Syril abruptly interjected. "As you can see, I’m fine. I couldn’t stop until you were satisfied anyways, and I enjoyed it. You were amazing. You were incredible. You’re a sin. Your body is a sin. I wanted to bury myself in you."

Sherry blushed hard from his appraisal. " Gosh, how do you always know the right words?"

"I learnt from the best," he grinned, pulling her cheeks cheekily.

"Don’t flatter me!"

"Oh, who am I to do that?" He continued joking before his voice trailed off and switched to a smug, cocky tone. "Now, tell me, what if Jessica walks in and sees her mother naked and spent with a young man who looks like her agemate?"

Her face was momentarily blank, expressionless, then she smiled and sighed. "I’ll tell her the truth. Besides, you already marked me. Hiding these is impossible." She gestured to her body, pointing to a mark on her neck and moving further, raising one of her boobs to show him his bite mark.

"Plus, she knows what you did yesterday. She won’t care if the man who indirectly helped her secure a place in college made her mom happy."

"You do like what I did to you, don’t you?" He smirked on her lips, kissing her softly.

"Hmph! Stating the obvious," She theatrically rolled her eyes and pulled away. "Let’s go have a shower before I think of jumping on you again."

Syirl stood first and helped her from the bed. He gently assisted her to her feet, winding his arm around her neck before pulling her up.

The moment her feet touched the ground and she tried taking a step, her legs bent inwardly, quavering as her sore genitalia pressed against her thighs.

"Lord..." She laughed dryly, holding onto Syril as she took a step.

When she raised her head up, her gaze momentarily fell on the picture frame hung on the wall.

It was just her and Jessie, holding hands and curling into each other in the loved up picture.

Then, she looked at the teen holding her.

’I really did it? I had sex with him? He’s just... He’s too much. I don’t even feel shamed from being fucked by him. Am I a terrible person? Am I a good mother? But he said he wants me...’

She tried to hate herself for it, but she couldn’t. She was even glad to be in this state because of him. Only him.

She ended up dismissing those thoughts by shaking her head. The deed had been done and trying to make herself look bad wasn’t working.

Syril caught her. "What’s that?" He asked.

"Nothing. I still find it hard to believe we did this, but I can’t punish myself or you for it. We wanted it."

He pulled her closer in acknowledgement and kissed her forehead. "Thanks for everything."

"No, thank you. For this, for yesterday, for everything. I’d be a mess without you."

"But you’re already my mess. You can’t even walk well," Syril spoke with a dangerous glint in his eye, smug grin plastered on his face.

"I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that. You’re becoming cocky these days. You’re still the boy I give free foods. Remember that!" She joked back, squeezing him as they slowly made way to the bathroom.

"Speaking of food... What would you like me to treat you?"

"Oh, I had enough food for today. She was tasty," he paused to let her get the implication before continuing. "Besides, I need to leave soon."

Firstly, she pinched him for his vulgar remark, then switched to a serious facial expression.

"Syril? You’re in a haste again? Is everything fine?"

"Oh, relax," he tried to make a joke, but her expression remained stiff.

"Okay, okay... I’m leaving for Greenville tomorrow, and I have to prepare."

"What?! You didn’t... Oh, now I feel bad for overworking you. You’ve got a big day ahead of you and I..."

"Relax! I’m not complaining. Does this guy look stressed? Besides, I also have an unfinished work, and that’s why I have to leave early."

He had said that casually, but only him knew what he was implying. He knew the thoughts sequencing in his head.

He knew the moment he stepped out of Sherry’s house, he was leaving for his unfinished job.

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