Watching as Anne Gilligan’s large tits spilled out of her unclasped bra, Caius had to take a mont to take in and appreciate the fact that, in this world of Professors dressed in beautiful gowns and elaborate robes that were the standards of professionalism in this world, Anne was dressed in a way that fit Caius’s previous world’s brand of professionalism instead.
Her shirt and skirt combo looked business standard and, had she not usually worn a loose open robe over it, she would have really looked out of place here.
Caius liked it though. As far as he was concerned, it was just right.
And those glasses of hers, taken together with the type of clothing she preferred, had her looking like a very sexy librarian and that scratched an itch he had for ever wanting to be with soone like that.
He let one of his hands graze over Anne’s naked breasts, going from one to the other and stroking in a teasing fashion that Anne was starting to really understand might just be his way.
And then he leaned closer to her. He bowed his body over and sort of lood over her sitting self and, with her neck tilted and her face raised, she took a really good, long gander of his incredibly handso face.
After a second of staring, Anne raised one of her hands off one of her chair’s armrests and touched his cheek lightly. She stopped for a second as she made that move, raising one brow in amazent at how her hand shook.
Ridiculous! How the hell was she this way in the presence of this student who was many decades younger than her? Why did his presence have to affect her so much?
She didn’t really have an answer but when her fingertips touched Caius’s skin, her mind stopped trying to find an answer and instead focused on just how good it felt. On how she could feel a warmth and a quality from his skin that drove right through her fingertips and had her shaking even more than she already was.
Caius’s smile beca a smirk and he stood upright, taking his face far from her touch. Anne let out a moan and was about to try stretching out to cover the distance he had now put between them, when Caius grabbed her hands and pulled her out of her chair.
"Oh!" Anne let out in surprise.
One of Caius’s hands touched the small of her back then, not pulling her close though. Just using it as support to keep her from leaning too far back when he dipped his head and took one of her nipples in between his teeth.
He bit down lightly and Anne sucked in a breath, trembling as she felt her body working in hyperdrive to get her to that second orgasm. She raised her hand again and placed it against Caius’s cheek, getting back to feeling his skin.
She cupped her hand against his incredible cheekbone and could feel the movent of his mouth on her breast. It was a funny feeling. But she certainly didn’t hate it. Hell, she liked it.
Caius transitioned from biting the nipple to sucking on it and then he was shoving his face as far into it as he possibly could, enjoying the way it pressed against him, the supple skin accommodating him nicely.
At first, he moved between both breasts, never letting any go too long without enjoying the wonders his mouth was capable of, but then he focused more on the left breast. It was the closest to Anne’s heart and, feeling the pulse of the beating through the ample tit flesh and being attuned to the changing palpitations induced by his delectable suckling, Caius was on quite a high.
Anne felt as Caius leaned her body against hers, indicating that she should move backward and she did, going off to the side of her chair, until the back of her supple thighs hit the edge of her desk. With even more of a push, Caius got her to sit on it and as she did, her legs spread—showing off her pencil skirt’s capacity to be spread without tear or strain—so Caius could stand between them and have his body as close to hers as possible.
Caius’s hand went down from the small of her back to her ass which, thanks to Anne sitting on her desk top, had gotten really pushed up, causing an already massive and ample asset to appear even more so. He rubbed his hand against it. The material of Anne’s skirt felt good to the touch and added a sort of sensuality to the way her ass felt.
Anne groaned. Her head was still tilted back. Her glasses were as up on her face as they should be but her eyes were closed behind them. She bit her lower lip, one hand stretched behind her, and placed on the desk for support. The other hand that she had been using to touch Caius’s face was still in contact with his skin, only moved to the back of his neck to try and pull him even harder into his suckling on her tits.
While his mouth sucked on one breast and one of his hands was exploring the feel of Anne’s ass, Caius had his other hand on the breast his mouth was not delighting at the mont.
At first, his hand had literally just sunk into the ample flesh. Its warmth and suppleness wrapped around his digits and basically sucked him in and he could not have been happier. For a few seconds, he was happy enough to just let his hand sit there and enjoy that feeling and then he began to squeeze. He began to knead. He molded the breasts according to his whims and despite how much of it there was to enjoy, it retained its firmness and always seed ready to spring back to its original shape.
It sat atop Anne’s chest, looking perky and bouncy. Hell, when Caius wasn’t touching or holding either of the two in place, they just jiggled and bounced enticingly, courtesy of her tremblings.
Caius enjoyed the feeling he got from squeezing and kneading the asset and his cock grew ever harder in his pants, straining for a release in more ways than one. Resisting the urge to burst out his rod just yet, Caius grabbed the nipple that topped the large breast in his hand between his thumb and index fingers and pressed down.
"Ahhnnnnn—" Anne let out and jerked, moving about an inch forward on the desk she was sitting on.
Caius must have liked the reaction because he pressed even harder, almost to the point of making it a painful pinch. At the sa ti, he included his teeth in the sucking of the other breast and raised them against the smooth pliant flesh, while his body was just rejoicing at the reactions his actions got from Anne’s body.
He could sll her arousal. His Vampiric Nature was roused in hunger for it. A sha he wasn’t going to be enjoying the taste. Not today. Not yet.
Still, his senses and his ability to sniff out that wonderful scent in one’s blood let Caius monitor Anne’s reactions on more than a vocal level. He could tell when she got close to an orgasm and began to actively work her body over even more in that direction.
At so point though, he reduced the intensity of his suckling and just breathed in her scent which was quite easy as her breasts were blocking his nostrils anyway. But it was a blockage that he welcod. Anne’s scent was... mature.
Back in Caius’s old world, people did claim there was sothing about Mature won—MILFS—that was different. So equated it to experience, so to body type, and so called it believed it was a quality that one could not really put their finger on but just knew they liked for sure.
Caius was mostly of that last opinion especially in a world such as this.
Age ant little to nothing because advancing in Magic Circles extends lifespan and keeps a youthful appearance. A mother may never quite show the years that have gone by. I.e, you could see a mother and daughter and think they are sisters.
Yet, there is still sothing you can feel from these mothers. There is still that MILF quality—for want of a better word—about them that makes n go wild.
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