They don't lie when they say the last crumb of bread is the most delicious. The same applies to MILFs. If the last one who's always been chill, teasing, and out of reach finally gives herself to you, you feel something which is not just arousal. Something more than that. Like you could hear the universe itself whispering, "This is your reward."
And when such a reward is offered? I accept it with open arms.
So when Elariel leaned in and whispered into my ear:
"I want you to focus on me tonight… and fuck me hard."
Her words didn't stop at my ears—they slithered inside, bypassed my brain, and shot straight to the thickening monster in my pants. My cock surged to life, swelling against my underwear like it wanted to tear free and fuck the shit out of Elariel right there and then.
My throat dried up. My thoughts scattered. My entire body pulsed with heat.
"You heard me?" she asked, her breath tickling my neck, sending jolts down my spine.
