Chapter 225: Seducing the MILF Pristess

My dick got even harder watching her leak milk just for me, thick drops falling, her moans coming through the phone in shaky breaths. The sight of her heavy tits, swollen, dripping, aching for my mouth, made my cock throb painfully in my cargo pants.

I rubbed it slowly over the fabric, feeling it pulse and leak precum as I imagined burying my face between them, sucking until she was empty, then filling her pussy while she begged.

“Ahhh… I want you, Alex… please come back soon,” Sofia moaned, voice cracking with arousal. She kept squeezing her breasts, milk flowing freely now, coating her fingers, dripping down her belly, her hips shifting on the bed as she got more turned on just talking to me, just showing me how desperate her body was.

“I’ll be with you soon, baby,” I said, voice rough. “Just wait for me. I’m gonna drink every drop from those.”

She whimpered, soft and needy, fingers pinching her nipples harder, more milk squirting out as she rocked against her own hand. “Promise?”

“Promise,” I said, rubbing my cock harder through my pants. Now I had even more reason to unload my thick load into the priestess, my dick was aching, restless, dying to be shoved deep into some warm pussy right now.

Sofia’s leaking tits and moans had me on edge, and the thought of breaking the priestess’s thirty-year streak only made it worse.

“Bye, Sofia. I’ll meet you tomorrow,” I said, voice low and promising, before hanging up the call.

Damn, my dick was fully hard now, throbbing and poking obviously through the cargo pants, the thick outline impossible to miss, head pressing against the fabric with every pulse.

I didn’t care. I was going to walk back in there like this, bulge on full display, and see how the priestess held up. Her disciples had tried seducing her for months, flashing her in hallways, stroking in corners, begging for even a touch, even slipping aphrodisiacs into her tea, and she still hadn’t broken.

Fine. Let’s test just how strong her “enlightenment” really is when she’s staring at a real cock straining to get free.

I walked back to the room where the priestess was drinking tea, slid the door open quietly, and stepped inside.

I moved quickly to the spot where I’d been sitting earlier, directly across from her on the tatami mat. I didn’t sit right away. I stood there for a moment, letting her take it in. My cock was rock-hard, straining against the front of my pants, the thick shaft outlined perfectly, head swollen and pressing upward, a small wet spot already forming where precum had soaked through.

“You took so long…” the priestess started, voice calm and measured, but before she could finish her sentence, her eyes dropped to my bulge. She froze. Her words died in her throat.

She stared, wide-eyed, lips parting slightly, as if she couldn’t look away. Her calm, enlightened facade cracked for the first time.

“Yeah, this place is huge,” I said casually, still standing, letting her see the full glory of my erection pressing against the fabric. “Anybody could lose their way.”

She kept looking at it, and she couldn’t stop herself. I’m sure she had seen her disciples’ dicks accidentally, but my size was on another level, thick, long, heavy, visibly throbbing even through my pants. It was the first real cock she’d seen in thirty years, and it was mine.

Her breathing quickened. Her chest rose and fell faster, her heavy breasts straining against the white robe, nipples thickening and pressing harder against the thin fabric. The robe stretched tighter across her cleavage, outlining every curve as her breaths grew shallower and quicker.

“Please… take a seat,” she said, her voice slightly unsteady as she tried to regain control.

“Thanks,” I said, finally lowering myself onto the cushion across from her, legs crossed, my cock still bulging obviously between my thighs.

“I’m Grace,” she said after a moment, forcing her eyes up to meet mine. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Alex,” I replied, holding her gaze. I could already see the change in her, her calm mask beginning to slip, a faint flush rising to her cheeks. She wouldn’t resist for long. Soon, I’d have complete control over her, body, mind, everything.

I sipped my tea again, eyes locked on her over the rim of the cup.

“So, Grace,” I said, setting the cup down slowly, “thirty years without sex. Is that even possible for a young guy like me to achieve?”

She smiled small and serene, almost maternal. “Yes, Alex. It’s possible. I was around your age when I had my last time. I’ve been celibate since then.”

I leaned forward slightly, my elbows resting on the low table between us. “So… do you not get aroused? Like, don’t you ever feel the urge to experience pleasure?” I paused, letting the question hang in the air, then added, “I mean, don’t get me wrong, but your disciples, they’re going to make you lose your streak. The way they look at you… they’re not saints.”

She didn’t flinch. Her expression remained perfectly composed, her eyes steady and unwavering on mine. “I know, Alex. And all their actions have been in vain. I see it as a test of my discipline, a challenge to my control. And I treat it as guidance for those young men, to help them rise above their lust, not be ruled by it.”

She knew exactly how her disciples had tried to seduce her over the years She was so experienced, so deeply attuned to human desire after thirty years of observing it without giving in, that she saw through their every trick before they even finished thinking it.

To her, it wasn’t even temptation, it was simply noise. A test of her discipline, nothing more. She let them try, let them fail, let them keep trying, because each failure only strengthened her resolve. She had turned their lust into a mirror for their own minds.

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