Eren ground against her—his cock pressed between the soft curves of her hips, the flesh welcoming him through the thin fabric with every slide. Pre-cum smeared across the barrier, leaking with each gentle thrust.
His mind spun, intoxicated by the sudden turn of events—by the sheer reality of it: a woman, a milf, right beside him… her breasts within reach, her warmth against him. He no longer cared if she woke.
His hands clutched tighter, kneading her breasts more aggressively now, the soft mounds filling his palms completely.
He released his grip and let his fingers wander—both hands exploring her chest, groping, feeling, searching. His pelvis kept its rhythm, grinding with need.
And then he felt it—
A stiff nub, fully perked, responding to all his movements.
Her nipple, hard and swollen.
A slow smirk curved his lips.
Found it.
Until now, he'd only seen it on the internet—on certain sites, in private groups, or through the videos his friends sent him.
Clips of them mid-act, fucking their side chicks, moaning women under them—their phones capturing it all. They sent them to him not just to share, but to tease.
Look what I've got waiting for me after work.
Meanwhile, Erik had no one. No woman to go home to.
While they fucked and played, he sat under cold fluorescent lights—buried in office work, juggling endless client meetings, late-night deadlines, and nothing but silence waiting for him at the end of the day.
But now?Now, a milf—a woman in her mid to late thirties—was right here, in front of him.
Her body, barely covered by that thin, loosely tied gown… no bra, no panties. Just glistening curves beneath the soft fabric. Her breasts full, her hips wide, the outline of her body visible through the faint shimmer of sweat and arousal soaking through.
And the feel of it all? The heat? The scent?
Erik was already drowning in it.
Breath caught in his throat, he brought his fingers closer—reaching out, trembling, ready to touch the very thing he'd only ever seen on screens.
That's it.
Eren hovered his fingers over her breast—close, trembling—until, with a sudden, quiet breath, he closed the distance.
His fingers pinched her nipple—tight, deliberate.
A soft, muffled moan escaped Mira's lips.
Eren didn't notice.
But in the dim, shadow-drenched room, Mira's eyelids fluttered.
Then—jerked open.
A single tear slipped down her cheek—not from pain, but from the sharp rush of pleasure that cracked through her like lightning.
"What…?" she breathed—barely a whisper.
Her skin shivered in response.
The pressure on her back—the feel of Eren's cock pressed firmly against her hips—sent a sharp jolt up her spine. And her nipples…
They were being pulled—tugged gently, but firmly—and the sensation made her body flinch. She gasped, lips parting.
Glancing down, she saw his hands.
Eren was playing with her—touching her oh-so-lonely breasts…
Breasts that no one had ever touched, except her. Not like this.
"What are you doin… Eren…?"
She tried to say it—but the words wouldn't come out.
All she could do was feel.
The movements.The pressure.The unbearable pleasure rolling through her body.
Tears spilled from the corners of her eyes—quiet, uncontrollable—dripping down her cheeks from the sheer intensity.
Her gown, already loose and thin, had darkened between her thighs—soaked through, a patch of heat and wetness blooming. Her pussy quivered, already dripping with liquid.
Every shift of Eren's fingers… every grazing touch…
It made her quiver.Tremble.
Her body responding, even as her voice failed her.
Meanwhile, behind her, Eren let out a low, frustrated groan.
"Tch…"
His grip tightened onto her buds, as hips snapped forward—grinding harder, more forcefully against her haunches. The soft rub, the teasing contact… it wasn't enough anymore.
His breathing grew heavier, harsher.
"This won't do," he hissed, jaw clenched. "Not like this."