I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

She rose to her feet, cum still glistening on her chest proudly. Julian’s hands slid to her waist, possessive, demanding and pulled her toward him like he owned her. She let him.

She climbed onto his lap, straddling him, her naked skin meeting the heat of his. Her soaked folds brushed against the length of him—just barely—making them both inhale sharply.

“Oh, fuck,” Julian groaned, eyes fluttering. “You’re still dripping…”

“I never stopped,” she whispered, breath hitching. “And you… you’re still hard for me.”

She moved forward, dragging her slick folds along his cock without letting him in—just enough to drive them both mad.

Julian’s jaw clenched and his grip on her waist tightened, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. Her teasing was torture, sweet and unbearable.

“You’re playing with fire,” he growled, breath hot against her cheek.

She grinded her hips again, letting her pussy lips part over his cock, soaking him with every shift. The sensation made her gasp, her mouth opening wide.

“Then burn me,” she moaned back.

Julian’s head dropped back, his hands clenched into fists, holding back the urge to fuck her right then and there. His cock twitched beneath her, smeared in her juices as she moved faster.

He looked at her again—like he could fuck her with just his eyes.

“You want me to split you open?” he asked.

“Want?” she smirked. “I need it.”

Their foreheads pressed together, their breathing mingling. Every second dragged on and both their bodies were trembling—not from fear, but from restraint.

Julian’s hands moved to her ass, gripping it hard as he guided her hips. He let her glide against him one more time—the sound of her wetness filling the room.

“I could make you beg,” he whispered, teeth grazing her ear.

“I’m already doing worse,” she moaned. “I’m starving.”

That did it.

He could control himself no longer.

He gripped her waist tighter, and then, with a growl, he stood in one powerful motion, lifting her effortlessly. She gasped, startled and her arms instinctively locked around his shoulders, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist.

“Julian!” she whispered, half in surprise, half in arousal.

He didn’t answer.

The look in his eyes told her everything—he was done teasing. Done watching. He was going to take.

His cock pressed hard between her slick folds as he carried her, step by step. She clung to him, feeling the heat of him, the thickness of that beast grinding against her soaked slit.

Each step sent a fresh wave of arousal through her, her clit dragging against his skin, her breath coming faster.

Then he reached the table.

He paused just long enough to look her in the eyes and then gently, placed her down. Her naked ass met the cold surface, and she shivered from the sudden chill against her heated skin.

But Julian wasn’t done.

His hands remained at her waist, thumbs grazing her skin as he stared down at her.

She leaned back on her elbows, her red hair cascading around her shoulders. And slowly, teasingly, she spread her legs.

Wider.

And wider.

Revealing everything.

Her pussy glistened in the candlelight, pink and soaked. Her thighs were still trembling slightly from earlier, and now, with her legs wide open, her scent hit him fully—sweet, raw, maddening.

Julian’s cock twitched in response, precum already leaking from the tip again.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered.

The Queen watched him with a smirk, her cheeks flushed deep red. She spread herself further with two fingers, letting him see it all—how wet she still was, how her entrance clenched with need.

“You going to stare,” she purred, voice dripping with wicked amusement, “or are you going to eat?”

Julian licked his lips, his whole body tense with restraint. “You really wanna be tasted, huh?”

She moaned softly in reply, rolling her hips up, presenting her soaked pussy like an offering. “I want to feel your tongue, Julian. I want you buried in me until I forget my name.”

He chuckled and then dropped to his knees in front of the table, hands sliding up her thighs.

Without another word, Julian leaned in and flicked his tongue out. He started slow, dragging his tongue up her pussy in one single swipe, making her whole body jolt.

“Mmhh…” she moaned, her thighs wrapping tighter around his head, pulling him deeper.

He buried his face between her legs, his mouth moving with greedy licks. His tongue swirled around her clit, drawing soft gasps from her lips—gasps that quickly turned to needy, high-pitched moans as he sucked, licked, and dragged every bit of her flavor into his mouth.

“J-Julian—” she choked out, her hands clawing at the edge of the table.

But he wasn’t stopping, not for a second.

His fingers gripped her thighs tight, spreading her wider as his tongue plunged deeper—sliding inside her, eating her out. Her hips reacted instinctively, chasing every flick and strokes.

“Mmmhh—yes… right there—fuck—” She clenched around his tongue, her whole body trembling as another orgasm coiled up fast.

And he knew it.

He doubled down.

His tongue circled her clit in rapid motion while his nose pressed against her dripping slit, inhaling her like he was starved. His face was drenched with her arousal and he loved every second of it.

“You’re going to make me—fuck, I’m gonna—!” she cried out, her body going stiff.

Julian didn’t stop. If anything, he worked faster, tongue relentless as her orgasm slammed into her like lightning. She screamed his name, back arching, legs squeezing his head as she came, gushing over his mouth.

She collapsed back on the table, her body still trembling from the waves of pleasure. Her arms fell limp at her sides, eyes fluttering closed as the aftershocks rolled through her.

But Julian wasn’t done.

Not even close.

He stood, his cock still thick and hard and pointed straight at the prize he hadn’t yet claimed.

Without a word, he stepped between her spread legs. Her thighs were still parted, dripping, open like a feast served just for him. He lined himself up and pressed the tip of his cock right against her soaked entrance.