Transmigrated As An SSS Ranked MILF Overlord-Chapter 23: Generous Flesh(2)(R18+)

Maggie's gaze drifted down again, drawn irresistibly to Steve—his arousal firm and pulsing with the soft circles he traced around her breast with his lips.

Each tender suckle sent a wave of heat rolling through her body, blending with the warmth already coiling in her core.

Her breath hitched as her free hand lifted, instinctively cupping the fullness of her other breast, her fingers pressing in just enough to feel the softness yield beneath her touch.

"mmmmm....."

A gentle moan slipped from her lips, unbidden and delicate. Steve's mouth remained devoted, his hand kneading her massive breasts slowly, reverently, as if memorizing the shape of her with every squeeze.

'Oh my... this is exhilarating.' Maggie thought, her eyes fluttering shut as a soft moan escaped her lips.

Her head tilted back slightly, surrendering to the waves of pleasure that pulsed through her.

Her fingers continued to caress the swell of her breasts, her own touch fueling the fire as Steve suckled gently at her nipple.

Even through the haze of sensation, her gaze flicked downward again—drawn to the rigid length of him.

'But damn....Why is he so big? Should I... do something?' she wondered, watching the way he throbbed, his arousal almost intimidating in its fullness.

Yet Steve seemed utterly lost in her—enthralled by the sheer softness of her swell boobs, the warmth of her skin, the way her breasts spilled into his palms no matter how firmly he held them.

He used both hands now, caressing her with a reverence that sent shivers through her.

Her eyes lingered on him, even as the pleasure deepened. Steve's pace quickened—his grip growing firmer, more urgent—as he suckled harder, tighter, until she could feel the milk begin to stir the more within her.

It was overwhelming, the way it built inside her, until instinct took over. Her hands rose, fingers threading through his hair, and she pressed him closer to her breast.

There was no hesitation, only need.

Steve was completely lost—entranced, even—as Maggie's breasts smothered his senses.

Their sheer size, the way they pressed so marvelously against him, left him breathless.

Every squeeze, every swell of her curves, only made his cock throb harder, aching with desire.

His hands itched to explore more, to glide down and claim her waist, her hips, her ass—but her breasts, warm and full and divine, demanded his full attention.

When his eyes fluttered open, he was met with a vision that stole the last of his breath- Maggie's face flushed a deep, vibrant red, her features soft with pleasure, her lips parted in helpless moans.

She was utterly radiant, undone by the bliss of his touch. And she wasn't stopping—she arched toward him, pressing harder into his mouth, inviting him deeper into the heat of her body.

Oh my god, it feels so good, she thought, trembling as the burning between her thighs grew hotter, almost unbearable.

Her fingers drifted downward, slipping between her legs as she chased the pulse of desire igniting her core.

Still, her other hand remained on the back of Steve's head, holding him to her chest, unwilling to let go.

'I love this... I fucking love this.' she thought, breath catching as her milk began to flow more freely. Her head tilted back, her eyes fluttering half-shut.

The sensation of release, of warmth leaving her and being eagerly swallowed, was maddeningly sweet.

Steve drank deeply, her milk spilling across his tongue—warm, rich, almost addictive. It overflowed from her breast, dripping past his lips, soaking them both in the heady intimacy of the moment.

Her softness was overwhelming; her breast didn't just fill his hands—it spilled from them, as though too generous to be contained.

And still, he suckled, lost in her.

His tongue coaxed more from her, his lips drawing her deeper into him with every pull.

Then, with a slow, reverent pause, he pulled back—his lips glistening, chin wet, breath heavy. Only to lean forward again, this time to her other breast, which waited swollen and eager.

He took as much of her as he could into his mouth, letting her envelop him all over again. And then he resumed—suckle, suckle, suckle—until the only thing that existed was her taste, her warmth, her body pressed against his as he squeezed her full breasts and drank from her like a true king.

'Dang...noone told me breast milk tasted this good...'Steve thought, his mouth still latched around her breast, lips pulling in rhythm as the warm gush of her milk spilled into him.

He didn't care how hard he was growing. All that mattered in that moment was her—the taste of her, the scent of her, the feel of her soft skin pressing against his mouth and chest.

Time melted away, until one of his hands slowly slipped free from the curve of her breast and began to drift downward, hungry to explore.

His palm traced the dip of her back, then lower—until it landed on the plush swell of her ass.

The moment his hand met her skin, a rush of electricity shot through him. Her ass was decadently full, warm and velvety beneath his palm—so thick and sinfully soft that his fingers sank deep, nearly swallowed whole by the lush swell of her flesh.

He gave it a squeeze—firm, possessive—his fingers sinking into the yielding flesh.

He groaned quietly against her breast, overwhelmed by the sheer indulgence of it.

Her curves swallowed his grip, and yet he squeezed again, needing to feel more, needing to claim her with his hands the way he was claiming her with his mouth.

Maggie shuddered, a faint moan slipping past her lips, barely audible but utterly revealing.

Her body trembled in his grasp, the heat between her legs building, pooling hotter with every second.

Her breath hitched. Her face flushed even deeper as her gaze dropped to him—his lips still devoted to her breast, his hand claimed the plush curve of her ass, fingers sinking into the thick, yielding flesh as if molded just for his grip —and a dizzy thought swirled in her head.

'Oh my god... he knows exactly what he's doing. It's like he's reading my body. This feels... amazing.'

And then, almost unconsciously, her hands moved—driven by instinct, by hunger.

She reached down, fingers trembling, eyes locked on the hard length between his legs.

His cock was fully erect, pulsing, impossible to ignore. Her hand wrapped around it gently, and the moment she touched him, her breath caught in her throat.

He twitched beneath her grip, and she swallowed thickly, her heartbeat racing.

'Oh myy...' she thought.

'So big... so hot...'

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