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Chapter 3: Mike and—Oh F*ck it!
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 3: Mike and—Oh F*ck it! - 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
“This won’t do,” Mike hissed, jaw tight. “Not like this.”
With one swift tug he yanked his pants down, his newly bound cock springing free—thick, veined, brimming with heat. A smirk cut across his lips as he slapped it down against Mira’s hip.
“Eep!” A startled cry slipped from her, her body jolting.
Mike froze. Eh? Is she awake? His thoughts flickered, uncertainty crawling in—just for a moment.
Then he grit his teeth. Oh, fuck it.
He tugged hard on her nipples, pinching them high into the air until her breasts lifted from her chest. Mira’s lips parted, gasps tearing free, her breath breaking in ragged bursts she could no longer contain.”
Each pull, each wild twist of his fingers sent Mira dripping harder into her own gown. Her body betrayed her—heat seeping through fabric, staining.
Mike drew his hips back, leaving her trembling around the sudden emptiness. Mira’s eyes snapped open, wide and wanting.
He didn’t make her wait.
Smack!
The sharp clap of flesh on flesh cut the air. Mira gasped, the sound shattering from her lips.
This ... she couldn’t shape the words, but every strike of his thick shaft across her bouncing hips left her faltering, desperate. Each smack dragged another gasp, another shudder, her body begging for more even when her voice failed her.
Her eyes screamed for more—need burning, locked on her own nipples, tugged and twisted in Mike’s grip. Each pull and push was wild, frenzied—like he meant to milk her dry, like he’d tear them off if he didn’t stop. Her breasts trembled as though any harder and they’d be left hollow.
Mike pressed harder into her back, cock grinding along her gown. Schk ... schk ... The fabric rasped against his shaft, sliding slick as his precum smeared through the cloth.
“Not enough,” he groaned, jaw tight, hips jerking harder. The tease only clawed at his nerves, made his cock ache with fury. He pulled his hips back, breath hissing through clenched teeth.
“This’ll do.”
Mike slammed forward—sudden, hard—his cock sliding between Mira’s thighs. She yelped, hips jolting as the fat of her slick skin gave way, molding around his shaft. Trapped tight in that heated press, his length dragged rough through her arousal-slickened flesh.
“Yeeaahh...” he groaned, eyes rolling back, hips jerking in wild, frantic humps. Each thrust ground harder, desperate, like he’d lose himself if he slowed even for a second. “This’ll ... do.”
One hand still twisted around her nipple, tugging and pulling, but the other lifted—fingers gliding upward until they pressed against her lips, damp with his own sweat and her heat. His breath rasped against her ear, steady and demanding.
His finger slid through the sweaty, slippery valley of her cleavage, tracing up her throat until it found her chin. Her skin glistened, heat clinging to every inch as he pressed on—up to her mouth, lips already smeared with her own saliva. He pushed deeper, rough, brushing past her lips as her muffled moans spilled free.