Milf's Diary

"Ahh..."

Her scream came into my ears, making me feel a little good. I bit her even harder, tightly wrapping my arms around her back. My nails dug into her soft skin. It took me a few seconds to realise what I just did in anger. The power difference between us was clear.

There was also some regret in my heart, as I slowly stopped biting her breast and took back my hand from her back.

The decisions taken in rage were always the worst. I didn’t know what she might do to me now, as I looked at her face in a little fear. She still had that refreshing look as she looked at me curiously and said, "Why did you stop? Come on, let’s do it again. This time, use a little more force."

She gave me a peck on my forehead, gently ruffling my hair, leaving me completely dumbfounded. Was she crazy? A genuine question emerged in my mind as I looked at her face.

"Tell me, are you gay~" she whispered into my ear all of a sudden.

What the fuck was she thinking?

Did she want me to treat her like bitch and beat her up to prove that I was a man? I was lost in thought for a few seconds, while in the meantime, she had my cock in her hand.

It was standing fully erect like an iron spear under her palm. She was rubbing it softly, unlike her earlier fierceness towards my ass and cheek. This lady was seriously complicated. Maybe after looking into Milf’s Diary, I would be able to understand how to deal with her.

As I thought about the Diary, it instantly appeared in my hand as I was about to open it. She snatched it from my hands and threw it away, saying, "This is our private affair. Why are you not focusing on me?"

This time she didn’t just speak warmly but even placed her lips on my cheeks, giving a long, wet kiss.

"Hehe~ look, your face is as red as a tomato." She grabbed my head with both of her arms, showing me my reflection in the pool.

She wasn’t in the pond. I blinked my eyes a few times, and a reflection also appeared in the pond.

"What exactly are you?" I turned to her and asked with a cold look.

Her lips curved into a pleasant smile as she picked me up like a little child and walked towards the centre of that marble platform. Where a luxurious bed was placed with many blue rose petals scattering all over the white bed sheet.

"I am Rose, didn’t I tell you earlier?" She threw me on the bed, smiling sheepishly as she began to climb on the bed.

"Rose~" I muttered, watching her slowly climb above my body. She was pressing her supple breast against my face, burying me underneath.

"Henry, did you like it~"

"Hm," I nodded, wrapping my arms around her back. This time, I was no more gentle. I forcibly ripped through her robe, hugging her tightly. And I didn’t get any slap for being wild, which made it clear what that earlier slap was for.

She wanted to experience the wildness within me, not my gentle love.

This understanding was really important to me. I didn’t stop there; I continued tearing her robe until her entire body was exposed to me. She didn’t have any panties underneath; all she got were massive hips and tits.

Both my hands were on her hips, grabbing and squeezing them hard, while she pressed her tits on my face, trying to suffocate me to death.

Her nipples were dripping with milk, as she pressed them hard on my face, dropping white liquid all around my cheeks. It tasted sweeter than honey.

But I like that salty taste of Veronica’s nipple with no milk more than this. I don’t like sweet that much.

I turned around on the bed, getting this queen below me as I sat above her.

I grabbed her tits fiercely, squeezing them so hard that they sprayed out all the milk within. A strange sweet aroma spread in our surroundings, making my cock twitch in pleasure. I took several long sniffs of this perverted scent while fondling her breast.

They were giant and soft, easy to mould into the shape of my liking. Yet, they instantly regain their previous erotic form as soon as I let go. I didn’t know how much time had passed while I continued playing with her breast.

But when I took my hand off, her milky white mounds had turned bright red, matching the colours of those perky nipples of hers.

Her breathing was distorted, so was mine. I stared at her slutty face. She was drooling, her eyes half closed.

A voice appeared in my head, telling me to slap her. I felt like she would be extremely pleased to receive this slap.

So, I didn’t waste a single second and raised my hand and delivered a slap right on her right cheek.

Slap!

That sound echoed through the rose garden, waking her up from the sea of pleasure.

She opened her eyes, showing me her left cheek, her mouth dripping with saliva. I stared at her face for a few seconds before delivering another slap.

Her smile grew wider.

I didn’t stop there. Raising my hand once again, I slapped her right tit, then left, then her cheek...

Slap~ Slap~

...

The sounds of crisp slaps echoed continuously in the garden.

I didn’t stop until her face had swollen up like a ripe tomato.

"Henry~ please, mark me." She grabbed both of her tits, offering them to me.

My lips curved into a lewd smile. I opened my mouth and bit on her right tit, leaving my bright mark deep into her skin. I did the same with the left one.

As I thought she was now satisfied, she turned around, offering me her voluptuous hips. They were still as white as milk, lacking the brightness I had given to her tits.