I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

“Not cheating,” Sylvia corrected, leaning forward to bite Cecilia’s shoulder, making her cry. “Just enthusiastic cooperation.”

Julian, for his part, was trying not to thrust up into Cecilia, trying to let her control the pace. But feeling her inner walls flutter around him, feeling her body trembling, hearing her increasingly desperate sounds—it was testing his control severely.

“I can—I can hold out—” Cecilia insisted, though her voice was breaking. “I can—oh gods—”

Elvina increased the pressure on her clit, circling faster. Ellie’s fingers found a particularly sensitive spot. Sylvia’s hands pinched both nipples simultaneously and twisted slightly.

Cecilia’s control shattered.

Her orgasm hit hard and fast, her entire body going rigid. Her inner walls clenched around Julian with devastating force, pulsing rhythmically. She tried to keep moving but couldn’t—the pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming. She could only sit there, impaled on Julian’s cock, shaking as wave after wave crashed through her.

The three women didn’t give up yet. They continued their assault, extending Cecilia’s orgasm, pushing her through it and immediately toward another.

“No, wait, I can’t—not again already—” Cecilia gasped, but her protests were weak.

“You can and you will,” Sylvia said firmly, her hands still working Cecilia’s sensitive breasts.

The second orgasm hit before the first had fully subsided. Cecilia sobbed, her body convulsing, tears streaming down her face from the overwhelming intensity. She’d completely lost control—the very thing she’d prided herself on—reduced to a trembling, crying mess.

“Time!” Elvina finally called, her fingers lifting from Cecilia’s clit. “Two orgasms, approximately ninety seconds total. That’s the time to beat.”

Sylvia and Ellie also pulled back, allowing Cecilia to recover. Cecilia slumped forward onto Julian’s chest, gasping for air, her body still twitching with aftershocks.

“That… was cruel,” she managed to say between breaths. “Absolutely cruel.”

“That was the point,” Sylvia replied with a grin. “Now it’s my turn. And I’m going to last longer than ninety seconds.”

Cecilia slowly, reluctantly lifted herself off Julian’s length. She moved to the side on shaky legs, still trembling, and immediately Sylvia took her place.

Sylvia’s mounting was faster, more aggressive. She impaled herself on Julian in one swift motion, both of them groaning at the sensation. Her inner walls were slightly different from Cecilia’s—just as tight but with a different texture, a different feel.

“Ready?” Sylvia challenged the others, already beginning to ride Julian with powerful movements.

Cecilia, having recovered slightly, joined Elvina and Ellie in positioning around Sylvia. “Let’s see that warrior stamina,” she said, her hands immediately finding Sylvia’s breasts.

What followed was an intense assault. Cecilia’s hands on Sylvia’s breasts, Elvina’s skilled fingers on her clit, Ellie’s teasing touches everywhere else—combined with Julian’s cock filling her completely.

Sylvia lasted longer than Cecilia. She made it to the two-minute mark before her first orgasm hit, her inner walls crushing Julian’s length. She powered through it, continuing to ride him, determined to prove her superiority.

But the three women were relentless. They intensified their efforts, and Sylvia’s second orgasm hit even harder than the first. She roared through her release, her hands gripping Julian’s shoulders hard enough to bruise.

“Two minutes, twenty seconds,” Elvina announced when Sylvia finally admitted defeat, collapsing forward onto Julian. “New record.”

“Let’s see you beat that,” Sylvia gasped to Elvina as she dismounted.

Elvina moved into position, her curvy body settling onto Julian’s cock with a satisfied moan. “Oh, I intend to,” she said confidently.

Her riding style was different again—slower, more sensual, rolling her hips in ways that had Julian groaning. Her voluptuous curves bounced with each movement, making everything hypnotic and arousing.

The three women descended on her immediately. But Elvina had been studying their techniques while waiting her turn. She knew what to expect, how to pace herself, how to breathe through the overwhelming stimulation.

She lasted two minutes and forty seconds before her first orgasm, then powered through to three minutes and fifteen seconds before the second one broke her control. She pulled out with a satisfied smile despite her trembling legs.

“Beat that,” she challenged Ellie.

Ellie, the smallest and seemingly most delicate, took her position. Her petite body looked almost tiny trying to take Julian’s full length, but she managed it, sinking down with a gasp that was part pleasure, part pain.

“Don’t underestimate her,” Cecilia warned the others. “Small doesn’t mean weak.”

They found out she was right. Despite her size, Ellie had incredible endurance. She rode Julian with enthusiasm, taking him completely despite the stretch.

The three women worked her over mercilessly, but Ellie’s face was set in determined concentration. She breathed through the stimulation, paced herself, used every trick she’d learned over three centuries.

Three minutes passed. Then four. Then five.

“Come on, Ellie!” Elvina encouraged, her fingers working Ellie’s clit frantically. “You can’t hold out forever!”

But Ellie stubbornly refused to break. Six minutes. Seven minutes. Her body was trembling constantly, hovering right on the edge, but she wouldn’t let herself tip over.

Julian, meanwhile, was struggling with his own control. Feeling four different women in rapid succession, each one’s unique feel, watching them come undone, enduring their tight heat gripping him—it was testing him severely.

Finally, at seven minutes and thirty seconds, Ellie’s control broke. Her orgasm was massive, explosive, her body convulsing violently. She screamed, the sound high and desperate, her inner walls clamping down on Julian so hard he nearly came himself.

The three women continued their assault, and Ellie’s second orgasm hit just forty seconds later. She collapsed forward, completely spent, her body limp.

“Winner!” Sylvia announced, helping Ellie dismount. “Seven minutes thirty seconds. Impressive for the smallest one.”

All four women were now trembling, satisfied, glowing with exertion and pleasure. They arranged themselves around Julian, who was still achingly hard, still desperately needing his own release after being inside four different women.

“Now,” Cecilia said, a wicked gleam in her eyes, “we all work together to finish you off. And this time, we’re not stopping until you beg for mercy.”

“Again?” Julian asked, his voice strained.

“Again,” all four women confirmed in unison.

What followed was absolute chaos. The four women descended on him with renewed purpose. Mouths, hands, bodies—everything was employed simultaneously. One would ride him while the others stimulated every other part of his body. They would switch rapidly, keeping him constantly stimulated, never letting him adjust or recover.