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Breakfast Corruption – The Yoga Milf’s Submission

The kitchen was bathed in golden morning light, the scent of coffee and butter thick in the air. Reya stood at the stove, her silk robe barely clinging to her voluptuous curves, the fabric slipping dangerously with every sway of her hips. The robe’s belt had loosened, revealing the deep cleavage of her massive K-cup breasts—pale, heavy, marked with the faintest stretchmarks from motherhood.

Aslan sat at the table, his gaze locked onto her body, his cock already straining against his shorts.

How many times had he fantasized about those tits?

How many loads had he spilled for them?

Reya turned, catching him staring, and for a moment, their eyes met—hers playful, his hungry.

“Sleep well, darling?” she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed innocence.

Aslan’s fingers dug into the edge of the table.

“Yeah,” he grunted, stabbing his fork into a pancake with unnecessary ****.

Reya smirked, her hips swaying more than necessary as she brought his plate over. The robe gaped further, exposing more of her creamy flesh, the pink peaks of her nipples just barely hidden.

Then—

Her ass brushed against his fingers as she leaned down to set the plate before him.

Fuck.

His cock twitched, his breath hitching as his vision was filled with the deep valley of her cleavage, the scent of her skin—vanilla and something darker, something womanly—flooding his senses.

Reya lingered, her slender fingers brushing his wrist as she poured syrup, her thumb grazing his pulse.

“You’re tense,” she murmured, her breath hot against his ear. “We’ll need an extra-long session today.”

Aslan’s jaw clenched.

She had no idea.

The Hypnotic Trigger

A bead of sweat trickled down Reya’s neck, disappearing between her breasts.

She leaned in again, her plush lips dangerously close to his—close enough to kiss.

Wrong move.

Aslan’s control snapped.

A low, guttural sound vibrated in his throat—a frequency keyed to her hypnotic training.

Reya’s emerald eyes glazed over, a pink haze clouding her vision as her body moved on its own.

Before she could react, she was on her knees between his legs, her delicate fingers wrapping around his thick, leaking cock.

“Mmm… what’s this?” she murmured, her voice dreamy, distant.

Then—

Her lips parted.

And she took him in.

The Throat-Pussy’s Devotion

Reya’s mouth was heaven—hot, wet, tight.

Her throat convulsed around him as she swallowed him whole, her nose pressing against his pelvis, her lips sealed around the base of his shaft.

Schluck.

Schluck.

The sounds were obscene, her throat working him like a trained cocksleeve.

Aslan groaned, his fingers tangling in her auburn hair, holding her in place as he fucked her face in slow, deep strokes.

“That’s it, Mom,” he growled. “Take it all.”

Reya’s eyes rolled back, tears welling at the corners as she gagged around him, her body trembling with submission.

But she didn’t stop.

Couldn’t stop.

Her hands clutched at his thighs, her nails digging in as she sucked, her tongue swirling around his shaft, milking him with every contraction of her throat.

Then—

Aslan pulled her off with a wet pop, his cock glistening with her saliva.

Reya gasped for air, her lips swollen, her face flushed.

But before she could recover—

“Clean me,” he commanded.

And she obeyed.

The Ass-Eater’s Degradation

Reya’s tongue dragged along his shaft, lapping up every drop of precum before moving lower—much lower.

Her hot breath tickled his balls before her lips sealed around one, sucking gently, her tongue flicking against the sensitive skin.

Aslan groaned, his hips jerking as she worshiped his sac, slurping up the musk and sweat like a starved slut.

Then—

She pushed further.

Her hands gripped his thighs, spreading them as her tongue delved between his cheeks, probing his asshole with obscene precision.

“Fuck—!” Aslan hissed, his fingers tightening in her hair.

Reya moaned, the vibrations sending shocks of pleasure through him as she ate his ass with ravenous hunger.

Slurp.

Schlick.

The sounds were filthy, her tongue working him open, her nose buried against his taint.

Her free hand slipped between her own thighs, her fingers rubbing frantic circles over her soaked panties as she got off on his degradation.

Then—

Aslan yanked her head back, forcing her to look up at him.

“You like that, don’t you?” he sneered. “You love being my nasty little ass-licking slut.”

Reya’s lips glistened, her eyes dazed, her breath ragged.

“Y-Yes…” she whimpered.

And then—

She came.

Her thighs clamped together, her back arching as a silent scream tore from her lips, her pussy squirting into her panties.

Aslan smirked.

Pathetic.

The Awakening

With a final whistle, the pink haze faded from Reya’s eyes.

She blinked, her mind struggling to catch up as she found herself kneeling between his legs, her face smeared with spit and precum.

“Uh… where was I?” she murmured, her voice airy, confused.

Then—

Her gaze dropped to his still-hard cock.

“Oh! How careless of me…” she giggled, as if this were normal.

Schluck.

She took him back into her mouth, sucking lazily, her tongue swirling around his tip.

Aslan’s smirk widened.

Perfect.

The Final Push

Reya’s lips finally released him with a wet lurid pop, the mature woman's emerald eyes half-lidded, her expression dazed.

“T-there, sweetie” she cooed, wiping those luscious red lips with the back of her hand. “All clean.”

Then—

Aslan grabbed her, his hand sliding between her thighs, his fingers pressing against her soaked panties.

Reya gasped, her eyes widening as realization dawned.

“A-Aslan—!”

But it was too late.

His other hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back as he ground his palm against her clit.

“You liked it,” he growled. “Didn’t you, Mom?”

Reya’s breath hitched, the redhead milf's voluptuous body trembling as shame and lust warred within her.

Then—

Her hips bucked.

"F-FUCK!!"

What could be better than making his mom squirt with a word?

The Aftermath

Panting, Reya pushed away, her face flushed, her robe in disarray.

“T-That’s enough,” she stammered, hastily tightening her belt.

But Aslan saw it—

The way his mom's lithe fingers lingered on her lips.

The way her thighs rubbed together.

How the voluptuous milf's green eyes flickered to his cock one last time.

She remembered.

And soon—

Very soon—

She would break completely.