I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 876: Shy and nervous – r18 part2

Mira braced herself and forced her mouth farther down his length. It was genuinely hard for her. She and her husband met only on their shared vacation, and even then he preferred sex itself more than foreplay. On those rare occasions when she had taken her husband into her mouth, he had never been this big. It had never felt this difficult.

Now, even pushing past the head of the Young Lord’s cock was enough to make her eyes tear up.

*

At the same time,

Sera leaned back a little, giving Mira more space to work.

Mira forced herself farther down, inch by difficult inch, until she finally took all of him. The head of his cock successfully pressed against the back of her throat, and the sensation was strange yet overwhelming at once.

She could feel the sheer power behind it, and her throat had no choice but to flutter helplessly around him.

Ghk—!

Her tears spilled more openly now. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard.

Glk… ghhk…

Julian’s hand tightened in her hair, and for a moment he kept her pinned right there, forcing her to stay around the full length of him.

Drool dripped from the corners of her mouth, coating her lips and chin before falling filthily to Julian’s hips.

Mmh—ghk—! Y-ounghhng—ghk—!

She tried to speak, tried to form Young Lord around the cock choking her, but nothing clear came out.

Only wet, broken sounds and more spit.

Julian, however, did not free her.

He kept her pinned there, fully relishing the sensation of her throat struggling around him.

The heat, the tightness, the frantic fluttering, the way her mouth kept producing more saliva until everything between her lips was slick and obscene.

*grip*

Mira’s hands clamped down on his thighs for support. Her nails dug in hard through the fabric as another harsh gag wracked her and forced fresh tears down her already wet cheeks.

Sera, watching closely, leaned toward Mira’s ear.

**gurgle**

“Good girl,” she whispered. “Take it a little longer.”

Mira’s eyes squeezed shut. Her throat worked desperately around the cock buried in it, each involuntary spasm only making the mess worse. Spit shone all over her lips. Her nose brushed against him every time she convulsed, and still Julian held her there, using the grip of his hand in her hair to keep her from retreating.

The longer he kept her pinned, the more her body trembled.

Her lungs began to burn.

She tried again to make a sound, but his cock left no room for words.

All she could do was endure the deep, relentless stretch and the humiliating wetness spreading down her chin.

Nnghh—ghk—! Ghk—glk—!

Julian’s breathing grew heavier. He clearly enjoyed every second of the struggle: the married maid fully impaled on his cock, crying, drooling, unable to do anything but take what she had agreed to give.

Only after a full minute did he finally loosen his grip.

Mira pulled back at once.

His cock left her throat in a mess, and she breathed in air like someone who had been held under water far too long.

Cough. Cough.

Sera immediately took over and sank her mouth around Julian’s cock.

Being more experienced than Mira, she knew exactly how to move. Her tongue flicked over the sensitive underside, then moved slowly along the shaft, drawing a visible shiver from him. She then sealed her lips tightly and began to move.

Meanwhile, Julian’s eyes stayed locked on Mira, who was still trying to steady her breathing.

“How did that feel, Mira?” he asked her.

Mira wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, still flushed and dazed.

“I… it was… so overwhelming, Young… Young Lord.”

Julian smiled at the honesty, then turned more of his attention to Sera.

The maid was worshipping him like a god. She bobbed her head up and down, increasing the pace just the way he liked. Every few strokes she pulled back enough to flick her tongue over the tip and swirled around the head before swallowing him again.

Wet sounds filled the room.

“Mira,” Julian said, her voice low with pleasure, “join Sera. Do not let her do everything.”

Mira swallowed and nodded.

She leaned down once again and settled beside Sera.

For a moment she just stared. Sera was sucking that fat cock so perfectly that Mira found herself mesmerized.

Her lips moved so confidently.

Her throat worked smoothly around him when she pushed deeper, and the sight was so openly filthy that Mira could not look away. Somehow Sera looked unbearably hot like that, kneeling in her half-loosened uniform, her mouth stretched around the Young Lord’s cock.

Julian’s hand rested lightly in Sera’s hair as he watched Mira hesitate at the edge of the act.

“Do not just watch,” he murmured. “Get in there.”

Mira leaned closer. The masculine scent of him was stronger now, mixed with the cum and her own spit from before.

Sera shifted just enough to make space without releasing him.

Mira started by licking the precum and spit that had escaped Sera’s mouth. Her tongue dragged slowly through the wet mess, tasting both of them at once. The act was so shameless it made her ears burn, but she did not stop. She followed every glossy trail down his shaft, cleaning what Sera’s lips had left behind.

Sera pulled back for just a moment to look at her.

Their eyes locked.

Something passed between them in that brief silence.

Sera’s gaze flicked to Mira’s wet mouth, then back to her eyes, and whatever understanding formed there was enough. She dove back down and took him into her throat again.

Glk—

Julian exhaled, clearly pleased by the sight of them working together.

“Mira,” he said, his voice low and rough, “take my balls.”

Mira froze for half a second.

Her lips were still near his cock, shiny with spit. She looked up at him, flushed and uncertain.

“I… I have never done that, Young Lord.”