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 claimed her mouth with a slow, filthy intensity... his tongue thrusting deep before retreating to suckle her plump lower lip as if it were his personal property. He bit down hard, tugging the flesh until it stretched pink and obscene, then released it with a resounding wet snap. He repeated the motion ruthlessly, training her mouth to submit to his every whim.

His free hand was already occupied with her breast, grinding her stiff nipple through the fabric of her top in rough, circular motions. Every twist sent jolts through her thighs, her core clenching on empty air as more slick juices escaped her. The crotch of her brown trousers was now utterly saturated... dark, humiliating stains spread wide, and the pungent, musky aroma of her dripping pre-cum filled the room.

"Anhhh~... Anhh~..." she whimpered against his lips, her voice breaking each time he yanked her lip or pinched that hardened bud.

Leon’s patience had reached its limit. Gripping the front of her shirt with one fist, he exerted a sudden, violent force.

*Teeeeaaarrr!*

The fabric shredded like paper, and her breasts bounced free. Though not overly large, they were perfect handfuls—firm, round, and topped with dark, pleading nipples. He released her wrists, clamping both hands onto her flesh and squeezing with brutal intent.

*Squeeze... Squeeze...*

Her skin bulged between his fingers. A wave of debauched pleasure surged through her; her eyes rolled back into her head, and her tongue lolled as saliva escaped the corner of her mouth.

"Anhhhh~! Anhhhh~! not my tits~... Masterrrr~!" she cried out, her thighs convulsing as a fresh torrent of nectar gushed down her legs, further soaking the interior of her pants.

Leon wore a demonic grin, his thumbs digging into her rigid nipples and rolling them with cruelty.

"Elis..." Leon growled, his voice heavy with carnal desire while his fingers continued to maul Fruela’s soft breasts, twisting the stiff peaks until she moaned like a desperate whore.

"Anhhh~ Masster~"

*Swish*

"Yes, Master?" Elis appeared behind him like a silent specter, dropping into a low bow with a mask of perfect indifference.

"Prepare a bed for us," Leon commanded with a lecherous smirk, never ceasing the rough manipulation of Fruela’s leaking chest.

"Yes, Master." Elis snapped her fingers, her expression unchanging. The stone floor groaned and rumbled as a thick slab of cold, solid rock erupted from the ground.

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

Leon directed his perverted gaze back to Fruela, his thumbs grinding her nipples in slow, sadistic circles. "Are we going to need a mattress, Fruela? Or do you intend to get fucked raw on the freezing stone like the filthy little slut you are?"

"M-Master~" Fruela whined, her face flushing a deep crimson, her eyes glazed with a mixture of shame and arousal as she writhed against the wall.

"I didn't hear an answer, DARLING," Leon snarled. Suddenly, he clamped down hard—pinching both of her nipples viciously between his fingers and giving them a sharp twist.

*Twist-Twist*

"YESSSSSSSS~!" Fruela shrieked, her back arching like a bowstring and her neck snapping forward as her entire frame convulsed.

Her greedy core spasmed violently, spraying like a ruptured pipe.

*SQUIRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT*

Hot fluids cascaded down her thighs in thick ropes, splashing onto the floor and drenching her pants even further as she reached a climax like a shameless harlot just from the abuse of her breasts.

"Good girl," Leon remarked coolly, a smirk crossing his features. "Bring the mattress, Elis."

"As you command, Master." Elis didn't even blink. With another snap of her fingers, a thick, luxurious mattress was summoned—seemingly torn from another room—and dropped perfectly onto the stone platform.

The moment it was in place, Leon hooked his fingers into the waistband of Fruela’s sodden pants and undergarments.

He gave one brutal downward yank.

*Swish*

The heavy, wet fabric peeled away from her hips, dragging trails of sticky fluids with it until it piled around her ankles. Immediately, the air was thick with a pungent, heavy scent—a mixture of raw sweat, suppressed lust, and gallons of fresh discharge, all blending into a musky cloud.

"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 shaking thighs.

He buried his nose against her swollen, dripping folds and took a deep breath, rubbing his face up and down her messy slit like a beast in heat. He smeared her filth all over 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 echoed off the stone walls as Leon dragged his nose along her engorged, wet center. He pressed his face against her throbbing clit, rubbing hard and coating himself in her thick nectar while she bucked and cried out like a bitch being bred.

Elis stood by silently, her eyes fixed on the display—watching Leon’s tongue flick out to sample the mess leaking from Fruela’s hole as if she were observing a scientific trial.

"Hmm...?" Leon finally lifted his soaked face from her trembling thighs, strings of fluid stretching from his nose to her puffy folds. He looked back at Elis, an eyebrow raised. "Is something the matter?"

"Nothing, Master," Elis replied in her usual monotone. "Would you prefer that I depart?"

"Yes," Leon answered without a second thought.

"As you command, master."

*Swish*

Elis vanished instantly, leaving only the heavy aroma of Fruela’s dripping sex hanging in the air.

Leon turned back, his expression one of pure depravity as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Good. Now that we're alone... it's time to toss you on that bed and show you what a real tongue can do, you nasty little slut."

Without warning, he scooped her up—his right hand splayed across her bare back and his left supporting her neck. He hoisted her naked, trembling body into a princess carry as if she weighed nothing at all.

Fruela kicked weakly, her soaked clothing finally sliding off her ankles to hit the floor with a wet slap. She gazed up at him, her face burning and her eyes watery with a blend of shame and raw desire.

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

*Thud*

She bounced on the mattress, her breasts jiggling and her legs splaying open for a moment before she squealed, attempting to close them.

It was too late.

Leon was already upon her, kneeling between her thighs. His rough hands clamped onto her knees, wrenching them apart as if he were splitting open a piece of ripe fruit.

"Masterrr noooo~" Fruela whimpered, covering her flushed face with her hands and peeking through her shaking 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 slick and parted, and her clit was fat and begging, all coated in layers of her own filthy discharge.

Leon offered no words.

He simply dove in.

His face smashed into her crotch, his mouth latching onto her soaked sex like a famished predator. His tongue dragged slow and heavy up her slit, lapping up her juices before swirling around her clit—sucking it hard and flicking it rapidly, devouring her as if she were melting ice cream on a sweltering day.

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

The moment Fruela felt Leon’s tongue working over her clit and pussy, her eyes rolled back, her hands reached out, and her back arched like a bow.

"ANHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... MASSSSTERRRR~ CUMMMMINGGGGGGGGGG~"