I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 351: Gregoria - r18

His hand tightened on her waist as he shifted, pressing his hips forward. With a predatory smile, he began moving, his cock shamelessly grinding against her thighs in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

Gregoriaʼs breath stopped for a moment, her glare a mix of fury and something raw as she felt him. ”Youʼre a fucking animal,” she spat, her voice shaky. ”Rubbing your filthy dick on your grandmother—whereʼs your shame, boy?”

He grinned as he grinded harder, the silk making every movement smooth. ”Shame? Lost it the second you walked in, Grandma,” he whispered, his lips grazing her jaw.

”Feel that? Thatʼs your grandsonʼs cock, aching to fuck you raw. Youʼre dripping for it—I can smell it.”

His hips rolled again, making her thighs squeeze around him, despite her defiance.

”Dripping? Youʼre delusional, you little shit,” she spat, her chest rising and falling heavily. ”I shouldʼve drowned you at birth—spared me this disgusting moment from my own damn blood.”

Julian chuckled, dark and thick, as his hand slid up to cup her breast. He squeezed the sensitive flesh as he kept the grind going. ”Drown me? Too late, Grandma,” he growled, breath hot on her neck.

”Now you get to take me—every inch, right here. Tell me you donʼt want your grandsonʼs dick splitting you open.”

Gregoriaʼs lips parted, and a hesitant gasp slipped before she could stop it. ”Youʼre a curse,” she whispered, trying to hide her bodyʼs betrayal.

”A sick, hard curse humping his grandmother like a dog—finish it, then, if youʼre man enough.”

Julianʼs eyes flashed at her words, his grin turning psychotic. ”Oh, Grandma, you shouldnʼt have said that,” he growled, his voice thick with lust.

”Whatʼs wrong, Julian? ”You want to fuck your grandmother but canʼt even take her like a man?” She taunted, moving her own hips, daring him.

His grin wavered for a split second as her defiance struck him. The heat of her thighs, the sudden change in her—everything was just too much, and something in him snapped.

His hands tightened on her wrists as he pinned her tighter against the wall. He forced his thigh between hers, spreading her just enough.

”Man?” He grunted, ”Iʼll fuck you so deep youʼll choke on it.”

He quickened his pace, his dick pressing harder on her thigh. ”Keep flapping that mouth—Iʼll stuff it next.”

Gregoria laughed, freeing one wrist from his grip with a sharp jerk. She grabbed his robe, pulling him closer until their faces nearly crashed.

”Stuff it? Youʼre a drooling pup, Julian—hard for your grandmaʼs cunt and too weak to claim it,” she spat, daring him still. ”I made you—Iʼll have you whining for my pussy before Iʼm done.”

His eyes blazed, and he caught her free hand, slamming it back with the other. His hips snapped forward in a brutal grind, making her thighs tremble.

”Whining? Nah, Grandma—youʼre the one going to break,” he teased, nipping at her earlobe. His hand shot to her throat, squeezing just enough. ”Say it—say youʼre my filthy grandma slut, or Iʼll make you scream it.”

Her breath turned ragged, her body arching despite the fight in her eyes. ”Filthy? Youʼre the one grinding me like a pig,” she hissed, her nails digging into his hand. ”Go on, Julian, prove youʼve got the balls.”

His laugh was dark, unhinged as he shifted his position. His one hand remained locked on her wrists while the other reached for his robe. The silk opened, slipping loose, and his cock sprang free—hard, thick, glistening as it slapped against her thigh.

”There it is, Grandma,” he growled, grinding it raw against her skin. ”Your grandsonʼs dick—feel it?”

Her heart pounded wildly, her glare flickering as she felt him—naked, throbbing, pressed to her flesh. ”Youʼre disgusting,” she hissed, her thighs trembling as his cock smeared heat across her.

Julian grinned, his tip brushing dangerously close to her pussy. ”Look at you, Grandma—staring at your boyʼs cock like you want to ride it,” he teased, gripping her hip, forcing her still.

”Say it—say you want my dick stretching you, or Iʼll fuck it into you until you canʼt talk.”

Gregoriaʼs nails bruised his hand, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment as she fought the shudder running through her.

”Stretching me? She shot back, continuing to dare him. ”Go on, shove it in—see if you can handle your grandmaʼs pussy, you twisted barbarian.”

His grin twisted, his eyes dropping to her chest. ”Pussy can wait—I want to fuck something else first.” His hand reached for her nightgown and opened it with a rough tug. The fabric loosened, and her breasts spilled free.

”Mhhh!” Gregoria gasped, her body trembling under his grip. ”And you want me to kneel down and comply?” She was fired, unwilling to bend to her own humiliation.

With a sly smile, he released her wrists and shoved her down. Her knees hit the floor, and she glared up at him. ”Yeah, Grandma,” he muttered, wrapping his hands around his cock.

He stepped closer. ”Such massive breasts,” he said, dragging the slick tip against her nipples.

”Mhhh!” Gregoria moaned, the sound slipping free, her chest arching despite the fury in her stare.

He chuckled, pressing his cock harder against her nipple, smearing precum across her skin. ”Look at you, Grandma, moaning for me,” he teased.

”Ahh—mhhh!” Another moan escaped her, loud and shaky. Her hands twitched like she might shove him off but didnʼt.

Without wasting any time, Julian slid his cock between her massive breasts. He gripped her tits, rough and firm, squeezing them tight around his length before thrusting slow.

His eyes remained fixed down at her, a sly grin still locked in place as he claimed her silently.

Gregoriaʼs breathing came in ragged pants, her composure breaking completely as her lips parted. ”Mhhh—ahh!” she moaned, loud and shameless as she felt him sliding between her breasts.

Her hands reached up to his thighs, anchoring herself as his slick tip grazed her skin, leaving a wet trail that made her stomach twist. His girth stretched her cleavage, forcing her breasts apart as he fucked them slowly and teasingly.