Starting With Aunt, All Milf Are Mine
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Chapter 18: Skinny Bitches
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 18: Skinny Bitches - Erik, a mid-level office worker, had a simple dream:"Graduate college.Get a job.Screw MILFs." But reality wasn't so kind to him—black company—a corporate hellhole that literally made employees work to death-he died. Yet, reality wasn't entirely cruel either. He suddenly transmigrated into the body of an 18-year-old—young, energetic, muscular, and brimming with vitality. And best of all? "What? I'm transmigrated sleeping right next to my step-aunt?!"
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Aunt Harem Anal Sex First Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Sex Toys Squirting Slow
The woman gasped, feeling it as an insult”How dare you—”
But it came out weak.
Mike grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head forward.”You don’t get to speak,” he screamed
He shoved her face downward, toward his throbbing cock—as she clenched her jaw tight.
“Oh? Now you’ve found your pride?” Mike sneered. “You’ve done far worse.”
He leaned closer,”Killing busty women for fun ... torturing them whenever you skinny bitches felt pleased. Limbs—cut off.”
His grip tightened in her hair.”You’re not innocent. Not even close.”
He shoved her face down, pressing her face tight against his half‑hard cock.”All kinds of fucked‑up rumors about you are out there,” he voiced “And from the way you look at them...” He tilted her chin “I can tell they’re not just rumors.”
He flicked his gaze toward the others. The women stood solemn, faces hard, eyes burning.
“Yes, Mike,” one spat, voice shaking with rage. “Kill her. She murdered my aunt!”
Another hissed through clenched teeth. “She killed my sister!”
The women began to speak out, voices raging.
One of the slender woman, still a step away from Mike, stepped forward. Her bare body pressed up close to him, her voice shaky yet pleading.
“Please ... please, keep us alive. We’ll do anything. Anything you want.”
Mike—looked at her, his gaze sliding over her before shifting toward the village chief—now slumped, eyes full of tears.
“N-No ... not them...” the chief choked out. “They’re mine ... my wives...”
Mike—hearing his words, grin widened, cruel and cold.
“You should’ve thought about that before thrashing them like your own property.”
He turned towards the women, pushing their crashed skin slightly away from him.
“Would you be willing to do whatever I ask?”
Their answer came instantly.
“Yes!” they cried in unison, voices frantic—heads nodding without hesitation.
“Yes ... we will.”
Their voices trembled, but the words came anyway. Hesitation flickered across their faces as one added, “Anything ... just keep our children—Wuluf—and us alive.”