January 7, 2026. My apartment had never felt so charged.
I'd spent the day preparing—cleaned every surface, dimmed the lights, chilled a bottle of red wine. Simple dinner: grilled salmon, asparagus, something light because food wasn't the main course tonight. My cock had been half-hard all day, throbbing at every memory of Sophia's soaked panties under my fingers yesterday, the way she'd whimpered and clenched as she came.
She arrived at 7 PM sharp, knocking with confidence. I opened the door and nearly groaned aloud.
Sophia stood there in a tight black dress that hugged every fertile curve like it was painted on. Low-cut neckline plunging deep into her massive G-cup cleavage, the fabric straining to contain those heavy, soft breasts. The hem stopped mid-thigh, showcasing her thick thighs and the promise of that juicy ass beneath. Heels made her legs look endless, and her blonde hair cascaded in loose waves, makeup smoky around those piercing blue eyes. Red lipstick on plump lips that begged to be wrapped around my cock.
"Fuck, Sophia," I rasped, pulling her inside and kicking the door shut. My hands immediately gripped her waist, yanking her against me. "You look like pure sin."
She laughed huskily, pressing her body fully into mine—those enormous tits squishing against my chest, nipples already hard points through the thin dress. "Good. I dressed to be devoured." Her scent enveloped me: jasmine, vanilla, and that intoxicating musk of arousal, thick and sweet. Her thighs brushed mine as she shifted, and I felt the heat radiating from her core.
Dinner was torture—delicious, exquisite torture. We ate at the small table, thighs touching, her foot teasing up my calf under the cloth. Conversation flowed: her ex's neglect, how she craved real passion; my "admiration" for mature women like her. But every word dripped with subtext. Her eyes kept dropping to my lips, my hands. Mine devoured her cleavage, watching it jiggle softly with every laugh or reach for her wine glass.
By dessert—shared strawberries dipped in chocolate—the tension snapped.
She fed me one, chocolate smearing her fingers. I sucked them clean slowly, tongue swirling, eyes locked on hers. "Kai..." she moaned softly, thighs clenching.
I stood, pulling her up with me. "Enough teasing." My voice rough, possessive. I backed her against the kitchen counter, hands roaming greedily—cupping those massive tits finally, thumbs circling her hard nipples through the dress. They were thick, swollen, begging. "These breasts... fuck, I've dreamed of worshipping them."
She arched into my touch, gasping. "Do it. Please."
I yanked the dress down, exposing her black lace bra—barely containing the overflow. With a growl, I unclasped it, letting those heavy G-cups spill free. Perfect: pale, soft globes with wide pink areolas, nipples erect and aching. I buried my face between them, inhaling her warm skin scent, then attacked—sucking one nipple deep into my mouth, tongue lashing while my hand kneaded the other. Massaging, squeezing, worshipping the weight and softness.
"Oh God, yes," she cried, fingers tangling in my hair. "Suck them harder. Worship my big tits like the needy MILF I am."
Praise and degradation—perfect. "Such a good girl," I murmured against her flesh, biting lightly. "These perfect, heavy udders made for a younger man to adore. My slutty goddess, dripping already."
She was— I smelled it stronger now, felt her grinding against my thigh. I spent what felt like hours on her breasts: licking every inch, tracing veins with my tongue, burying my cock between them later for a quick titfuck that left pre-cum glistening on her cleavage. But first, more.
I spun her around, bending her over the counter. Dress hiked up, revealing no panties—just that thick, juicy ass bare, cheeks parting to show her dripping pink pussy. Swollen lips glistening with nectar, clit peeking out, asshole winking above. "Fuck, look at this ass. This cunt."
I dropped to my knees, spreading her cheeks wide. Worship continued: kissing, licking the plump flesh, spanking hard enough to jiggle and redden. Each slap drew moans—"Harder, Kai! Spank your MILF slut!"
Then my mouth on her pussy—tongue delving into those pink folds, tasting her sweet, tangy juices. She was soaked, dripping down my chin. I lapped greedily, sucking her clit, tongue-fucking her hole while fingers rubbed her g-spot.
"Yes! Eat me... oh fuck, your tongue feels so good!" She bucked, pushing back. I added fingers, curling, while spanking her ass intermittently. She came fast—first orgasm crashing, pussy clenching, squirting lightly onto my face.
But I didn't stop. Overstimulation: kept licking, sucking, fingers pumping. "Too much—Kai, I can't—"
"You can," I growled possessively, standing to pin her down with my body, hair fisted in one hand. "My needy slut takes everything. Cum again for me, good girl."
She did—screaming, shaking, squirting harder as I pushed her limits.
Finally, I freed my cock—thick, veined, throbbing. Rubbed the head along her slick folds. "Beg for it."
"Please... fuck me. Breed me deep. Fill your MILF's pussy."
I slammed in—rough, possessive. One thrust burying balls-deep in that tight, dripping heat. She cried out, walls fluttering around me.
I pounded her from behind: hair pulled, ass spanked red, hips gripping her fertile curves. "Take it—my cock owning this cunt. Gonna breed you, pump you full until you're pregnant. Mine."
"Yes! Breed me—claim me!" She pushed back, meeting every thrust, tits swinging wildly.
Multiple rounds: flipped her to the counter, legs over my shoulders, pounding deeper. Then couch—her riding me, those massive tits bouncing in my face as I sucked them. Overstimulated her again, rubbing her clit until she squirted on my cock, begging mercy but craving more.
I came inside her twice—hot ropes filling her, breeding talk filthy: "Feel it? My cum deep, knocking you up."
Post-climax, we collapsed on my bed, her curled against me, body marked—hickeys on tits, ass red, pussy leaking my seed.
"You're incredible," she whispered, kissing me softly. Romance blooming amid the obsession.
Twenty-four days left. But tonight? I'd satisfied most kinks. The reward loomed closer—and her addiction to me had just begun.
Sophia Langford was thoroughly claimed. And I was already planning tomorrow's worship.