All MILFs are Mine

Chapter 298: Chocolate Icecream

Fourth floor…

*Chuuu… Chuuu… Chuuuu…*

Fruela’s back slammed hard against the rough stone wall, wrists crushed above her head in Leon’s iron grip. His mouth fucked hers slow and nasty… tongue shoving deep, then pulling back to suck her fat lower lip like he owned it. He bit down, tugged it out until it stretched obscene and pink, then let it snap back with a wet smack. Over and over, like he was training her mouth to take whatever he gave.

His other hand was already on her tit, grinding the hard nipple through her top with rough circles. Every twist made her thighs jerk, pussy clenching on nothing as more slick cunt-juice leaked out. The crotch of her brown pants was soaked through now… dark, shameful stains spreading wide, the sharp smell of her dripping pre-cum thick in the air.

“Anhhh~… Anhh~…” she whined into his mouth, voice cracking every time he yanked her lip or pinched that stiff little bud.

Leon wasn’t waiting anymore. He grabbed the front of her top with one fist and ripped.

*Teeeeaaarrr!*

Fabric shredded like it was nothing, her tits bouncing free… although they weren’t really big but they were perfect handfuls, round and firm, nipples dark and begging. He dropped her wrists and clamped both hands on them, squeezing hard.

*Squeeze… Squeeze…*

Her flesh bulged between his fingers. A filthy wave of pleasure punched through her; eyes rolled back, tongue lolling as drool slipped from the corner of her open mouth.

“Anhhhh~! Anhhhh~! not my tits~… Masterrrr~!” she wailed, thighs spasming, fresh pussy-slime gushing down her legs, soaking the inside of her pants even worse.

Leon grinned like a demon, thumbs digging into her stiff nipples, rolling them cruelly.

“Elis…” Leon growled low, voice thick with lust as his fingers kept mauling Fruela’s silky tits, twisting those stiff nipples until she whimpered like a needy whore.

“Anhhh~ Masster~”

*Swish*

“Yes, Master?” Elis materialized right behind him like a ghost, dropping into a deep bow, her face blank as ever.

“Make a bed for us,” Leon ordered with a filthy grin, never stopping the rough squeeze on Fruela’s leaking udders.

“Yes, Master.” Elis snapped her fingers without a flicker of emotion. The stone floor rumbled, and a thick slab bed erupted from the ground—cold, hard rock.

“Would you like me to get a mattress on that bed, Master?” she asked, voice flat, eyes empty.

Leon turned his perverted stare to Fruela, thumbs grinding her nipples in slow, cruel circles. “Are we going to need a mattress, Fruela? Or you planning to get fucked raw on cold stone like the dirty little slut you are ?”

“M-Master~” Fruela whined, face burning crimson, eyes glassy with shame and heat as she squirmed against the wall.

“Didn’t hear you me, DARLING,” Leon snarled, suddenly clamping down hard—pinching both nipples viciously between his fingers and twisting.

*Twist-Twist*

“YESSSSSSSS~!” Fruela screamed, back bowing like a bowstring, neck snapping forward as her whole body convulsed.

Her greedy cunt spasmed hard, squirting like a broken faucet.

*SQUIRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT*

Hot pussy-juice sprayed down her thighs in thick ropes, splattering the floor, soaking her pants even more as she came like a shameless whore just from having her tits abused.

“Good girl,” Leon said coolly, wiping a smirk across his face. “Bring the mattress, Elis.”

“As you command, Master.” Elis didn’t blink. With another snap, a thick, plush mattress appeared ripped straight from some other floor and dropped perfectly onto the stone slab.

The second it settled, Leon hooked every finger into the waistband of Fruela’s soaked pants and panties.

One brutal yank downward.

*Swish*

The drenched fabric peeled off her hips, dragging strings of sticky cum with it until it bunched at her ankles. Instantly, the air filled with a thick, nasty stench, raw pussy sweat, days of bottled-up lust, and gallons of fresh slut-juice all mixed into one heavy, musky cloud.

“Fuck… that’s one sweet smelling little cunt you got,” Leon laughed darkly, twisting his grin wider as he shoved his face straight between her trembling thighs.

He buried his nose right against her swollen, dripping folds and inhaled deep, rubbing it up and down her sloppy slit like a dog in heat, smearing her filthy juices all over his face while she shuddered and moaned above him.

“ANNHHHH~ MASTERRR~ NOT THE-THEREEEE~ ANHHHH~ IT’S NOT A GOOOOD PLACEEEE TO LICCKKKKKKK~ ANHHHHHHHH~!”

Fruela’s screams echoed off the stone walls, raw and desperate, as Leon dragged his nose up and down her sloppy, swollen cunt. He curled it right against her throbbing clit, rubbing hard, smearing her thick pussy-slime all over his face while she bucked and wailed like a bitch getting bred.

Elis stood silently behind them, eyes locked on the scene—watching Leon’s tongue flick out to taste the mess dripping from Fruela’s hole, like she was studying some experiment.

“Hmm…?” Leon finally pulled his soaked face from between those trembling thighs, strings of cum stretching from his nose to her puffy folds. He glanced back at Elis, brow raised. “Something wrong?”

“Nothing, Master,” Elis answered, voice flat as ever. “Would you like me to leave?”

“Yes,” Leon replied, no hesitation.

“As you command, master.”

*Swish*

Elis vanished instantly, leaving nothing but the thick stink of Fruela’s dripping cunt hanging in the room.

Leon turned back, his grin pure filth as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Good. Now it’s just us… Time to throw you on that bed and show you what real pussy-eating feels like, you nasty little slut.”

Without warning, he scooped her up, right hand splayed across her bare back, left cradling her neck… hoisting her naked, shaking body into a princess carry like she weighed nothing.

Fruela kicked weakly, her soaked pants and panties finally slipping off her ankles and hitting the floor with a wet slap. She stared up at him, face burning red, eyes watery with shame and raw lust.

“There you go,” Leon growled, voice dripping with hunger as he hurled her.

*Thud*

She landed on the mattress with a bounce, tits jiggling, legs splaying open for a split second before she squealed and tried to close them.

Too late.

Leon was already on her, kneeling between her thighs, rough hands clamping down on her knees and wrenching them apart like he was splitting open a ripe fruit.

“Masterrr noooo~” Fruela whimpered, slapping both hands over her flushed face, peeking through trembling fingers. But her legs stayed wide open exposing every inch of her glistening, swollen pussy. Pink folds dripping, dark inner lips slick and parted, clit fat and begging, all coated in thick layers of her own filthy cum.

Leon didn’t say a word.

He just dove in.

His face smashed straight into her crotch, mouth latching onto her soaked cunt like a starving animal. Tongue dragged slow and heavy up her slit, scooping up her nasty juices before swirling around her clit sucking it hard, flicking it fast, devouring her like she was dripping chocolate ice cream on a hot day.

*Lick-Lick-Lick-Lick-Lick-Lick-Lick*

As soon as Fruela felt her pussy and clit getting licked by Leon’s tongue her eyes rolled all the way back, hands stretched in and back arched like a bow.

“ANHHHHHHHHHHHHHH… MASSSSTERRRR~ CUMMMMINGGGGGGGGGG~”