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Chapter 2: Mike and the Search For Nipples
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 2: Mike and the Search For Nipples - 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
Mike 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.
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