Transmigrated As An SSS Ranked MILF Overlord-Chapter 96: Into Her Mouth(1)(R18+)

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Chapter 96: Into Her Mouth(1)(R18+)

Steve groaned as Dina’s hand pumped his cock in fast, desperate strokes. She didn’t slow—she couldn’t. The slick heat of him in her grip only fueled the fire between her legs, the wet throb of her needy pussy demanding more. Her grip tightened instinctively, but it still wasn’t enough.

’God.’ she thought, biting back a moan. The ache inside her was unbearable.

But still, her hand moved, relentless and hungry.

Steve finally snapped. The pleasure had built too high, too fast.

With a grunt, he pulled free of her grip, flipping her beneath him in one smooth motion.

His hand slid down, found her ass, and grabbed it hard—possessively—like he’d been dying to do since the moment he laid eyes on her.

She gasped, arching into his touch.

Slap!

He slapped her ass—hard. The sound cracked through the air, followed by a greedy squeeze that made her gasp.

His fingers dug into her soft flesh, kneading it roughly, possessively. He didn’t stop—his hands kept moving, gliding over her curves, squeezing, circling, claiming every inch of her fat, perfect ass.

Dina whimpered, the heat between her legs pulsing in sync with the ache building inside her.

Her cheeks flushed deeper.

Driven by need, she slid her hand down his firm body, fingers trailing over his tense muscles until she found him again— still slick from the soap.

She wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking him in smooth, deliberate glides.

She pressed her breasts harder against his chest—soft, full, and warm. He groaned into her neck, the feel of her curves, her skin, her hand—too much to bear.

"Fuck." he growled, breath ragged.

"I can’t take it anymore."

One hand stayed locked on her ass, kneading the soft flesh with greedy hunger.

The other moved instinctively—upward, until it found her breast. Full, warm, and pressing against him for far too long, he couldn’t ignore it any longer.

His fingers wrapped around the plush mound, thumb grazing her nipple, already hard and brushing against his skin. She gasped, her hand never faltering as she stroked his cock—slow, smooth, deliberate.

The feel of her soft tits in his palm, the slick rhythm of her grip around him, and the heat radiating from her soaked core—it was too much.

’God... this is insane.’ Dina thought, her pulse pounding in her ears.

She whimpered, the pleasure too much to contain. Her hand never stopped—stroking his cock with growing urgency.

Jerk.

Jerk.

His cock throbbed in her fist, thick and heavy, slick with warm lather that let her glide effortlessly over every inch of him.

It was intoxicating.

She tightened her grip, pumping him harder, faster, loving the way his hips tensed against her, the soft grunt he let out as her rhythm deepened. Her strokes were hungry now—wet, gliding, deliberate—each one feeding the fire burning between her legs.

Her thighs clenched.

She moaned again, helplessly.

Still, she stroked him—like she needed to. Like she couldn’t stop until she felt him lose control.

’Yes... I love this.’ The thought rippled through Dina’s mind, louder than reason, drowning out everything else. But then—just as suddenly—she paused. Her hand slowed... then stopped.

She let go.

Her fingers slid off his thick, slick cock, leaving it twitching and wet.

Steve’s hands were still on her—one gripping her ass, the other cupping her breast—but she pulled away from both, breath trembling.

At first, Steve didn’t understand. His brows knit, lips parting to speak. But before he could say a word, she had already turned, reaching for the bucket nearby.

Without a word, Dina dipped her hand into the warm water. She grabbed the small cup resting inside and filled it, her movements quick and purposeful.

Then, she returned—eyes locked on him, focused only on the throbbing length of his huge cock.

With a tilt of her wrist, she poured the water over his cock.

The soap washed away, the slick lather running down his shaft and dripping to the floor. For a second, it almost looked like she was purifying him—cleansing him before indulging again.

Steve watched, breath shallow, his heart pounding.

’What’s she doing...?’ But even that thought was fleeting, drowned out by the raw heat coiling in his gut.

Then she moved.

In one smooth stride, Dina dropped to her knees in front of him. Her hands reached out again—one wrapping firmly around the base of his cock, now clean, glistening, and flushed with need.

And then her mouth opened.

She leaned in slowly, deliberately, eyes flicking up to meet his for just a heartbeat—and then she took him into her mouth.

She didn’t just take him in—no, she savored the moment.

There was something almost ceremonial in the way she moved. Slow. Curious. Desperate to feel and taste every inch of him. Her tongue slipped out first, just a hint, glistening with anticipation.

With both hands wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, she leaned closer, her breath warm and ragged against his tip.

She gave him a teasing flick—just the barest lick across the head of his length—and he twitched, a sharp gasp tearing from his lips.

Her tongue was sin itself. Slick, soft, and deliberate as it traced a slow circle around the crown, coaxing another shiver from his spine.

She pulled back slightly, eyes half-lidded, watching his reaction, then leaned in again, dragging her tongue along the underside, where he was most sensitive.

He groaned, low and guttural. The sound only made her bolder.

Again and again, she licked. She worked the tip with delicate precision—each flick, each stroke sending heat spiraling down her thighs.

’Mmm...’ Her thoughts were hazy, lust-drunk.

’He tastes... so damn good...’

And still, that hunger burned hotter.

She pressed her thighs together, the heat between her legs intensifying with every passing second.

Her body craved him—aching to be filled—but for now, her mouth was enough. She opened wider, lips gliding over the head of his cock, letting him slide deeper inside.

Inch by inch, she took him, tongue wrapping and molding around him, welcoming quite a full of his thick length into the wet, searing heat of her mouth.

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