I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

”Tell me, Father,” she commanded softly. ”Do you want to cum for your daughter tonight? Do you want me to milk every drop out of these heavy balls?”

Julian’s voice came out hoarse and desperate when he finally answered.

”Yes… please, Seraphine.”

Seraphine’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction. She leaned back slightly, enjoying every second of her control.

”Then you’ll have to earn it,” she whispered. ”Beg for it, Father. Beg your daughter to let you cum.”

Her hand then sped up suddenly, stroking him with strong, rapid movements that made wet, obscene sounds fill the room. Julian’s hips jerked forward involuntarily and a loud scream tore from his throat as pleasure surged through him. Her other hand continued to fondle and squeeze his heavy balls, rolling them gently then applying just enough pressure to keep him teetering on the edge.

”Please, Seraphine…” he rasped. ”Let me cum… I need it…”

But just as he was getting close, she slowed her rhythm to a torturously lazy pace, as if she were bored from all this. Julian let out a frustrated groan, his cock twitching angrily in her hand. More of his precum leaked from the tip, coating her hands in a complete mess.

”Not yet,” she cooed, her blue eyes gleaming with wicked delight. ”You don’t get to cum until I say so. Beg better than that, Father. Tell your daughter exactly why you deserve to spill all over her hand.”

Julian’s chest heaved and his clenched fists whitened at his sides as he fought the overwhelming urge to thrust into her grip. The humiliation of begging his own daughter while standing naked before her only made him harder.

”Because… I’m your father,” he managed to whisper. ”Please, Seraphine… let your father cum for you.”

Seraphine smiled sweetly, but there was nothing innocent about it. She sped up again, pumping him faster. Julian’s hips bucked and he could feel his orgasm building rapidly.

But again, just as he was about to tip over the edge, she slowed down, almost stopping completely. Her hand simply held his throbbing cock, feeling it pulse desperately in her grip while she gently squeezed his balls.

”Not good enough,” she teased, leaning forward so her breasts hovered dangerously close to his leaking tip. She brushed them lightly against the head of his cock for a few torturous seconds, letting him feel the soft, warm flesh, before pulling back with a mischievous laugh.

Julian’s entire body trembled. His hips twitched uncontrollably, trying to chase the contact, but she kept her breasts just out of reach, teasing him mercilessly.

”Hmm...” she whispered, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. ”Does it feel good, Father? Being edged by your own little girl?”

”Please…” Julian begged again, his voice hoarse and broken. ”Seraphine… I can’t hold it… let me cum… I need to cum for you…”

Seraphine hummed thoughtfully and her hand resumed its slow, torturous rhythm. She leaned in again and this time she pressed her soft breasts fully against his cock for a few blissful seconds. Before he could even bask in the sensation of the warm, pillowy flesh enveloping him, she once again pulled away.

”Not yet,” she repeated, her eyes locked on his face, drinking in every expression of desperate need. ”You look so pretty when you’re begging, Father. Keep going. Tell me how badly you want to paint your daughter’s hand with your cum.”

Julian was losing control. His hips twitched uncontrollably now, trying to fuck into her hand despite his best efforts to stay still. His cock was painfully hard, the head dark and swollen, leaking steadily as she kept him right on the agonizing edge.

”I need it so badly…” he groaned. ”Please, Seraphine… your father needs to cum… I’ve been good… let me cum all over your hand like the pathetic father I am right now…”

Seraphine’s eyes flashed with pure satisfaction. She could see that he was at his limit.

”Cum for me, Father,” she finally commanded, her hand speeding up to a relentless pace. ”Cum for your daughter. Give me everything.”

That was all it took.

Julian’s entire body tensed and a deep, guttural moan tore from his throat as his orgasm crashed over him. His cock pulsed powerfully in her hand, thick ropes of cum erupting from the tip in heavy, forceful spurts. The first shot landed across her fingers and wrist, the next across her cleavage as she held him steady, milking every drop.

The first shot surged like a bullet, reaching high up in the air before it fell down onto Seraphine. Some of it managed to paint her eyelashes and she immediately closed her eyes in response as a soft, surprised gasp escaped her lips.

The second and third ropes landed heavily across her cleavage, painting the soft curves of her breasts with thick, white streaks that slowly dripped down into the deep valley between them. More spurts coated her hands and wrists as she kept pumping him through it, her fingers slick and glistening with his release.

Seraphine didn’t stop. She continued to stroke him firmly, milking every last drop. Julian’s entire body was shaking, his hips jerking uncontrollably as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed through him.

Thick, heavy ropes kept coming — some landing on her thighs where the gown had ridden up, others splattering across her fingers and dripping down onto the floor. The sheer volume was overwhelming and a proof to how long she had edged him.

Seraphine kept her eyes closed for most of it, but the corners of her mouth were curved in a satisfied, almost proud smile as she felt her father’s cock pulse and empty itself completely for her.

For nearly five full minutes, Julian’s orgasm seemed endless. His cock continued to twitch and spurt weakly even after the main waves had passed. Seraphine slowed her strokes gradually, milking him through the aftershocks with gentle, loving movements until finally, his cock began to soften in her hand.

Julian’s legs were trembling. He had to place one hand on her shoulder to steady himself and his breathing were heavy as the intense pleasure slowly ebbed away, leaving him drained and shaky.