God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem

Camila's blush deepened, but she refused to let it break her focus entirely. "Yes, I said 1256." She repeated into the phone, though her voice wavered slightly now. "Once you're through the gate, take the path on the right...Yes, the one with the gravel."

Camila's voice was a mix of sharpness and strain as she continued her directions, her body pressed against mine, a captive to my touch.

Stroke~

I let my hands wander further, my fingers tracing the contours of her breasts through her blouse, feeling the way they filled my palms, their weight and warmth intoxicating. The fabric was thin, almost non-existent under my touch, allowing me to sense every reaction her body gave.

Feel~

I could feel her nipples hardening beneath the material, responding to my slow, deliberate movements. My thumbs circled them, pressing down just enough to make her inhale sharply, the sound barely contained.

Each touch seemed to send a ripple through her, her body tensing and then relaxing in a rhythm that matched my teasing, her breasts rising and falling with her increasingly erratic breaths.

"O-Once you're through the gate, take the path on the right." She said into the phone, her voice trembling slightly.

Caress~

My hands were gentle, almost reverent in their exploration, squeezing softly, then with more intent, feeling the give of her flesh, the way it moulded to my touch. I could sense her struggle, the conflict between her need to finish the call and the pleasure that was slowly uncoiling within her.

"Yes, once y-you've seen that building, take a left...Nnn!♡~"

As she continued her conversation, her voice was a strained melody, fighting to maintain professionalism while my actions did everything to distract her.

My fingers, which had been teasing her through her blouse, now sought more direct contact. With a swift motion, I slipped my hands beneath the hem of her blouse, feeling the warmth of her skin against my cold hands.

The fabric of her blouse bunched up as I pushed it upwards, revealing the smooth expanse of her back before my hands ventured around to her front.

My fingers grazed the lace of her bra, the texture contrasting sharply with the smoothness of her skin. I traced the outline of her breasts through the bra, the cups filled to perfection, the soft flesh spilling slightly over the edges.

"Mmmm!♡~"

Her body shivered at the touch, her breath catching in her throat. She shot me a look, her eyes wide with a mix of warning and something else, something darker. "Ahh!♡~ Y-Yes, straight until you see the pond. Mmm!♡~" She said into the phone, her voice now a whisper of its former self.

Ignoring her silent protest, I unhooked her bra with practiced ease, the clasps coming undone with a small sound that was drowned by her voice.

I pulled the straps down her arms, letting the bra fall away, revealing her breasts, pale and full, the nipples already hardened from my earlier treatment.

Bounce~

Camila's eyes fluttered closed for a moment, her head tilting back slightly, giving me more access.

My hands cupped her, feeling the weight of her breasts without the barrier of fabric, the warmth and softness overwhelming. I squeezed gently, my thumbs brushing over her nipples, now free and sensitive to the air, to my touch.

Grope~ Caress~ Grope~

"Take the left p-path by the pond. Annn!♡~" She managed, her words strained, her focus wavering. I leaned in, my lips grazing her neck, my breath hot against her skin as I continued to explore her body.

My hands were now more daring, lifting her breasts as if weighing them, my fingers pressing into the soft flesh, feeling the fullness, the way they responded to my touch.

I kneaded her breasts with a sensual rhythm, my fingers tracing circles around her nipples before pinching them lightly, pulling at them, eliciting a soft gasp from her that she tried to stifle.

The sensation for me was intense, the nakedness of her skin against my hands, the slight give under my firm touch, her nipples hard and responsive.

Grope~ Stroke~ Grope~

Her body was a canvas of arousal, each touch painting a new shade of desire on her skin, the contrast of her pale flesh against the darker room around us making everything more vivid. I could feel her leaning back into me, her resistance fading, her body betraying her with its responses.

"Mmm!♡~ Y-Yes, you'll see the house then. Ahh!♡~" She murmured into the phone, her voice now laced with the undeniable signs of her arousal, her words a struggle between maintaining the conversation and succumbing to the sensations I was drawing from her.

But then suddenly, Camila's voice broke the spell momentarily as she realised her mistake. "Wait, no." She said quickly into the phone, her tone urgent. "That road is blocked. You'll have to take the long way around, through the back entrance."

The news meant more time for us, more time for my 'torture', as she would probably call it. Her frustration was palpable, but it mixed with the undeniable arousal I was stoking within her.

I didn't waste the opportunity. My hands, still warm from the heat of her breasts, slid down her body, tracing every curve and dip, the softness of her skin a stark contrast to the roughness of my touch. I felt her stomach tense under my fingers, her breath quickening as I moved lower, my intentions clear.

Reaching her pants, I hooked my fingers into the waistband, pulling them down slowly, the fabric sliding over her hips, revealing the smooth curve of her ass. Find exclusive stories on empire

Her panties, a delicate barrier, clung to her form, accentuating her shape. I took a moment to admire her, her ass full, round, and inviting, the flesh soft yet firm, a perfect blend of curves that filled my hands.

I then descended to my knees, my eyes level with her backside, taking in the sight. Her skin was pale, almost luminous, contrasting with the darker lace of her panties. The roundness of her cheeks, the slight jiggle as she shifted her weight, all of it was a feast for the senses.

Camila was still on the call, her voice now more strained, trying to concentrate on giving new directions. "G-Go past the old barn, then take the second r-right. Mmm!♡~" She instructed, her words faltering as my hands made contact with her skin.

Grope~

I started with gentle caresses, my hands running over the expanse of her ass, feeling the warmth, the texture of her skin. My fingers dug in slightly, kneading the flesh, watching as her body responded, the muscles tensing then relaxing under my touch. I spread her cheeks slightly, admiring the sight, the intimate vulnerability of the moment.

Caress~

My hands were thorough, exploring every inch, squeezing, lifting her ass as if to appreciate the weight, the fullness. I could hear her breath catching, her attempts at maintaining her conversation becoming more desperate.

"Ahnn!♡~ Y-Yes, that's correct, you'll see the gate then. Mmm!♡~" She said, but her voice was now laced with frustration and arousal.

With her pants already around her ankles, I didn't hesitate to slide her panties down as well, letting them fall to join the rest of her clothes.

The sight of her completely bare ass before me was breathtaking, the flawless curves and the soft, inviting skin begging for more than just a touch.

I pressed my face into the fullness of her cheeks, the warmth enveloping me, my nose and lips sinking into the soft flesh. Her skin was smooth, slightly cool at first, but quickly warmed by my breath.

Smush~

I inhaled deeply, the scent of her, intimate and arousing, filling my senses. The mix of her natural fragrance and the slight muskiness of her arousal was intoxicating.

Sniff~

My hands then gripped her hips, pulling her back slightly to give me better access, her ass cheeks parting naturally under my touch, letting me gently bite into her flesh, not enough to hurt but enough to leave a mark, to let her feel the pressure of my teeth, the slight pain mingling with pleasure.

"Ahhh!♡~ N-No, Kafka!♡~"Camila gasped, her voice faltering on the phone, her body tensing under the sensation.

"N-No, not you, Miss. Mmm!♡~ You can just continue ahead. Ahnn!♡~" She managed to say, her words breaking as I moved from biting to kissing, my lips and tongue exploring every inch of her.

My kisses were slow and deliberate, tasting the saltiness of her skin, leaving wet marks where my mouth had been.

Kiss~ Kiss~ Kiss~

Then, with a devilish intent, I spread her cheeks wider, exposing her completely. My tongue found her anus, circling it first, the tip of my tongue teasing the sensitive skin, feeling her shudder.

"Ahh!♡~ Haugh!♡~ Nnn!♡~"

I could hear her breath hitch, her grip on the phone tightening, her attention divided between the call and the overwhelming sensations.

I began to lick her, my tongue pressing against her, exploring the tight ring of muscle, tasting her in this most intimate of ways. The texture was different here, more intimate, more forbidden, and I savoured every moment, every taste.

My tongue moved in slow, deliberate strokes, then with more pressure, penetrating slightly, eliciting a soft moan from Camila that she barely managed to suppress.

"Nnnn!♡~ Augh!♡~ Haa!♡~"

Her body was responding in ways she couldn't control; her hips moved subtly, pushing back against my mouth, seeking more of the sensation. My hands roamed over her ass, squeezing, pulling her closer as if to consume her entirely with this act.

"Y-Yes, you should...y-you should see it now. Aughh!♡~" She said, her voice trembling, the words coming out in short bursts as she struggled to maintain any semblance of normalcy in her conversation.