Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

I looked down, seeing her panties soaked through, a mix of her arousal and my precum creating a dark, wet patch. I could see her bush, her lips, tantalizing glimpses of her pussy through the now-translucent fabric. I leaned down, my voice a low growl in her ear. "Don't worry, Margaret. When your pussy tastes my cock, all the itching will be gone."

I reached up, grabbing her tits, groping them hard, my fingers digging into her soft flesh. She moaned, "aaaah," her body arching into my touch. I couldn't wait any longer.

I jacked off her bra, freeing her boobs from their lace cage. Her nipples were inverted, pressing inwards, begging for my touch. I flicked them, my fingers tracing circles around the hardening peaks, her moans of pleasure my reward. Discover more content at My Virtual Library Empire

"Master," she cried out, her body writhing, her pussy grinding against my cock. I could feel her heat, her desire, through the thin fabric of her panties. I was aching to be inside her, to feel her pussy gripping my cock, to make her mine.

I grabbed her boobs, squeezing and kneading them, trying to coax her inverted nipples out of their hiding places. I pinched and rolled them between my fingers, feeling them harden and lengthen, her moans of pleasure spurring me on. I leaned down, my mouth replacing my fingers, sucking and nipping at her nipples, drawing them out, making her cry out in ecstasy.

Margaret moaned hard, her cries of pleasure filling the air. "Aaah, aaah, Master, aaah, umm," she gasped, her body writhing beneath me. I could see her nipples, stubbornly inverted, refusing to emerge from their hiding places. I growled, a primal sound of desire and determination.

I climbed on top of her, straddling her chest, my cock throbbing and hard. I took my cock in my hand, pressing the head of my cock against her nipple, while my other hand groped and squeezed her tit. I pushed my cock against her, humping my hips, fucking her nipples, the sensation of her hardening peaks against my cock sending waves of pleasure through me.

Margaret cried out, her body arching upwards, her moans of pleasure spurring me on. "Master, aaah, yes," she gasped, her hands reaching up, her fingers digging into my thighs. I could feel her nipples, hard and eager, pressing against my cock, the friction of exquisite torture. I increased my pace, my cock sliding against her nipples, her tits bouncing with each thrust.

My hot cock, pressed against her nipple, began to drip precum, the erotic scene pushing me to the brink. I pulled back slightly, noticing her nipples and tits glistening with my arousal, slick and shiny with my precum.

I reached down, grabbing her nipples, pinching them between my fingers, pulling and tugging until they emerged from their hiding places, fully erect and proud. Her nipples were large, just like her tits, dark and hard, begging for my touch.

Margaret moaned and groaned, her cries of pleasure filling the air. "Aaahh, Master, aaah," she gasped, her body arching, her tits heaving with each ragged breath. I looked up, seeing her face flushed red, her hair casting a shadow, a fleeting reminder of Julie. But Margaret's body was different, unique, her curves and lines all her own.

I positioned my cock between her tits, the cock disappearing beneath her voluptuous melons. Only the head of my cock remained visible, peeking out from above, pressing gently against her neck.

I looked down at Margaret, her face flushed with desire, and commanded, "Margaret, open your mouth and stick out your tongue. Feel my cock."

She complied, her tongue extending out, her head lowering until my cock touched her wet, eager flesh. I grabbed her tits, pressing them firmly together, creating a tight, hot tunnel for my cock.

I began to move my hips, thrusting slowly at first, the sensation of her tits enveloping my cock, her tongue flicking against the sensitive head, sending waves of pleasure through me.

I increased my pace, my hips moving faster, my cock sliding between her tits, fucking her melons like they were made for this. Margaret moaned, her body pressing upwards, her tits bouncing with each thrust. I could feel her tongue, hot and wet, pressing against my cock with each thrust, the sensation of exquisite torture.

Margaret was the epitome of sensuality, her body a landscape of curves and valleys that begged to be explored. I rolled her nipples between my fingers, pinching and tugging, drawing out her pleasure. She screamed my name, her body trembling as her orgasm crashed over her. "Aaah, Master, I'm... I'm cumming, aaaaahhh," she cried out, her body convulsing, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

I watched her, her body trembling, her nipples hard and sensitive. She came hard, just from my touch, her body quaking with release. As her climax subsided, she looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and apprehension. "Master, I'm sorry for cumming without your permission," she said, her voice soft and breathy.

I leaned down, kissing her gently on the mouth, my voice a low growl. "Margaret, it's not your fault. I'm glad I could make you feel that good." I looked into her eyes, seeing the mix of satisfaction and desire. "Margaret, it's time to reward your hungry pussy."

I moved down her body, my hands tracing her curves, until I reached her panties. They were soaked through, her arousal dripping down her thighs, the scent of her desire filling the air.

I pressed my cock against her panties, the wet fabric a teasing barrier between us. I could feel her heat, her need, radiating through the thin material.

Margaret gasped as she felt my cock, her body arching upwards, seeking more of my touch. "Aah, hmmmm," she moaned.

I slowly removed her panties, revealing her pussy to my eager gaze. She was beautifully untouched, her lips tightly closed, glistening with her juices. Her arousal was evident, her pussy soaked and ready, a sight that sent a surge of desire through me.

When I saw her pussy I looked at Margaret and asked " Margaret are you a virgin?"

Margaret looked at me shyly, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink. She nodded, her voice soft and breathy. "Master, when you brought me into this world, my body was also created by you. It's new and untouched, ready for you to explore and claim as your own.

Listening to her, my cock throbbed at the idea that I could now create a new artificial human, molding their the body into that of any celebrity or pornstar, and claim their virgin form.

However, on second thought, I realized that might be too easy, too predictable. These servants would be devoted to me from the moment I created and summoned them. There would be no thrill of the chase, no exhilaration of conquest.

I looked down at Margaret, her body sprawled beneath me, her eyes filled with anticipation and desire, waiting for me to take her, to fuck her hard.