All MILFs are Mine Chapter 298: Chocolate Icecream

The fourth floor...

*Chuuu... Chuuu... Chuuuu...*

Leon slammed Fruela against the jagged stone wall, her wrists pinned high above her head by his crushing grip. He dominated her mouth with a slow, filthy kiss, his tongue thrusting deep before retreating to suckle her plump lower lip as if it were his personal prize. He bit down hard, tugging the flesh until it was stretched pink and obscene, then released it with a wet, echoing snap. It was a repetitive, dominant display, as if he were conditioning her mouth to submit to his every whim.

His free hand was already busy at her chest, grinding into her firm nipple through the fabric with harsh, circular motions. Each twist sent a jolt through her thighs, her core clenching helplessly as more slick juices escaped her. The crotch of her brown trousers was now completely saturated; dark, humiliating stains spread across the fabric, and the pungent, musky scent of her arousal hung heavy in the air.

"Anhhh~... Anhh~..." she whimpered against his lips, her voice breaking every time he tugged on her lip or pinched the sensitive, stiff peak of her breast.

Leon’s patience had reached its limit. He fisted the front of her shirt and gave a violent yank.

*Teeeeaaarrr!*

The fabric disintegrated easily, and her breasts bounced into the open. Though not overly large, they were perfect, round handfuls with dark, pleading nipples. Letting go of her wrists, he clamped both hands onto them and squeezed with brutal force.

*Squeeze... Squeeze...*

Her flesh spilled out between his fingers. A wave of intense, dirty pleasure surged through her; her eyes rolled back into her head and her tongue lolled out as saliva escaped the corner of her mouth.

"Anhhhh~! Anhhhh~! Not my tits~... Masterrrr~!" she cried out, her thighs twitching violently while fresh fluids drenched the inside of her pants even further.

With a demonic grin, Leon used his thumbs to cruelly roll her stiff nipples.

"Elis..." Leon growled, his voice thick with carnal desire as he continued to maul Fruela’s soft breasts, twisting the hardened tips until she let out the cries of a desperate whore.

"Anhhh~ Masster~"

*Swish*

"Yes, Master?" Elis appeared behind him like a silent specter, bowing deeply with a perfectly neutral expression.

"Prepare a bed for us," Leon commanded, flashing a depraved smile while refusing to cease his rough treatment of Fruela’s leaking chest.

"Yes, Master." Without a hint of emotion, Elis snapped her fingers. The stone floor groaned and vibrated as a thick, cold slab of rock rose from the ground to form a bed.

"Do you require a mattress on that surface, Master?" she inquired, her voice flat and her gaze vacant.

Leon shifted his predatory gaze back to Fruela, his thumbs grinding her nipples in slow, agonizing circles. "Are we going to need a mattress, Fruela? Or are you looking to get fucked raw on the cold stone like the filthy little slut you are?"

"M-Master~" Fruela moaned, her face flushing a deep crimson. Her eyes were glazed with a mixture of shame and intense heat as she writhed against the wall.

"I don't think you heard me, DARLING," Leon snarled. He suddenly applied a vicious pinch to both nipples, twisting them hard.

*Twist-Twist*

"YESSSSSSSS~!" Fruela shrieked, her spine arching like a bow and her neck snapping forward as a massive convulsion racked her frame.

Her needy core spasmed violently, spraying like a burst pipe.

*SQUIRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT*

Hot fluids cascaded down her legs in thick streams, splashing onto the floor and soaking her pants further as she reached a shameful climax just from the abuse of her breasts.

"Good girl," Leon remarked coldly, a smirk playing on his lips. "Elis, bring the mattress."

"As you command, Master." Elis remained unfazed. With another snap, a plush, thick mattress appeared—seemingly torn from another room—and settled perfectly onto the stone base.

The moment it landed, Leon hooked his fingers into the waistband of Fruela’s sodden pants and underwear.

He gave one forceful downward yank.

*Swish*

The heavy, wet fabric peeled away from her hips, dragging sticky strands of fluid with it until it piled at her ankles. The air was instantly filled with a potent, musky aroma—a cocktail of raw sweat, suppressed lust, and a massive amount of fresh nectar.

"Fuck... that’s one sweet-smelling little cunt you’ve got," Leon laughed darkly. His grin widened as he shoved his face directly between her quivering thighs.

He pressed his nose against her swollen, wet folds and took a deep breath, rubbing against her messy slit like a beast in heat. He smeared her fluids across his face while she shuddered and wailed above him.

"ANNHHHH~ MASTERRR~ NOT THE-THEREEEE~ ANHHHH~ IT’S NOT A GOOOOD PLACEEEE TO LICCKKKKKKK~ ANHHHHHHHH~!"

Fruela’s desperate screams rang out against the stone as Leon dragged his nose up and down her engorged, messy center. He pressed hard against her throbbing clit, coating his face in her thick moisture while she bucked like an animal being bred.

Elis stood by silently, watching the display with an analytical gaze, observing Leon’s tongue as it tasted the fluids dripping from Fruela’s hole.

"Hmm...?" Leon finally lifted his wet face from her thighs, strands of moisture connecting his nose to her puffy folds. He looked back at Elis with a raised eyebrow. "Is there a problem?"

"Nothing, Master," Elis replied in her usual monotone. "Shall I depart?"

"Yes," Leon answered without a second thought.

"As you command, master."

*Swish*

Elis vanished in an instant, leaving only the heavy scent of Fruela’s arousal lingering in the chamber.

Leon turned back, his expression pure filth as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Good. Now that we're alone... it's time to put you on that bed and show you how a real slut gets eaten out."

Suddenly, he scooped her up, one hand across her bare back and the other supporting her neck, lifting her shaking, naked body in a princess carry as if she were weightless.

Fruela gave a weak kick, her soaked clothing finally falling from her ankles to the floor with a wet thud. She looked up at him, her face burning and her eyes wet with a mix of disgrace and raw desire.

"There you go," Leon growled, his voice thick with hunger as he tossed her down.

*Thud*

She bounced on the mattress, her breasts jiggling and her legs splaying open for a moment before she squeaked and tried to pull them together.

It was too late.

Leon was already over her, kneeling between her legs. He clamped his rough hands onto her knees and forced them apart, as if splitting open a piece of ripe fruit.

"Masterrr noooo~" Fruela whimpered, covering her flushed face with her hands and peeking through her trembling fingers. Despite her protest, her legs remained wide, exposing every inch of her glistening, swollen pussy. Her pink folds were dripping, her dark inner lips were parted and slick, and her clit was fat and begging, all covered in layers of her own mess.

Leon didn't utter a word.

He simply dove in.

His face crashed into her crotch, his mouth latching onto her wetness like a famished predator. His tongue moved heavy and slow up her slit, lapping up her juices before swirling around her clit. He sucked it hard and flicked it with speed, devouring her as if she were a treat on a sweltering day.

*Lick-Lick-Lick-Lick-Lick-Lick-Lick*

The moment Leon’s tongue made contact with her pussy and clit, Fruela’s eyes rolled back. Her hands reached out and her back arched sharply.

"ANHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... MASSSSTERRRR~ CUMMMMINGGGGGGGGGG~"