Only I love Milfs Transmigrated to a World Where Milfs are Hated

(Note: All explicit or brutal sexual scenes depicted are consensual between the parties involved prior.)

Eren pushed into Alayne, as she yelped harder.

The pain—raw and consuming—melted into pleasure under the force of Eren's relentless ravaging.Her mind, already lost, cried out for more, unable to distinguish agony from ecstasy anymore.

Inside her, the stimulation built to a fever pitch. Her pussy clenched tight around Eren's cock, squeezing, wringing him with desperate pressure—trying to drain every last bit from him.

Her hands flailed in the air, ragged and aimless, her arms moving without control—caught in the rhythm of his thrusts, as he hammered into her with brutal need

Meanwhile, from the side—behind both Eren and Alayne, who were still lost in their relentless rhythm—Velira slowly came into view.

Just behind her followed Shaula, her legs already trembling. She had never witnessed sex this raw, this rough—let alone from so close. The sight alone made her pussy twitch, a deep throb pulsing between her thighs. Each step grew harder to take, her knees unsteady, breath short. Her arousal made her movements sluggish, trembling with every motion, as if the heat in her body was too much to bear

Wetness was already beginning to drip from between her thighs, glistening with heat.She walked slowly toward Velira, one hand pressed firmly over her mouth, breath coming in ragged pulls.

The hand wasn't just instinct—it was restraint. She held it there to stop the moans threatening to slip out, her body trembling, finding it almost impossible to stay in control

In front of Shaula, Velira—her very own cousin—came to a halt, just a few steps from the scene. With a fluid motion, her fingers hooked at the sides of her dress. She pulled it up—slowly, deliberately—then tossed it aside without a second thought.

Watching her sister, Velira, doing that, Shaula slowly lowered the hand covering her mouth. A soft, stifled squeak escaped her lips—small, nervous. She spoke in a low whisper, hesitant. "Do I…?" She paused, then asked, even softer, "Too?"

Velira only sighed, leaning in low—closer. Her breasts hung like beasts, heavy and bold, nipples so sharp they looked like they could pierce skin. She knelt down, fingers sliding to the waistband of her pants as she tugged them low.

"No need," she murmured—just loud enough for Shaula to hear. "I'll have him remove yours."

She cast a quick glance toward her sister and tossed her pants aside with a flick, then gave Shaula a slow wink, mischief gleaming in her eyes.

"After all…" she whispered, a hush of breath,"You're going to have your first time here."

She winked as she turned, her bare back catching the light. Her breasts were exposed—sunlight spilling across them, dancing atop her tanned nipples, then trailing down the curve of her slick, sweat-slicked hips. She stepped closer, moving in behind Eren's relentless thrusts

Meanwhile, Shaula stood just a few steps away—watching. A slick trail of arousal had already escaped her, glistening as it ran from deep within her hole down the inside of her thighs.

Then—Velira pressed forward. She suddenly enveloped Eren from behind, her perked nipples and soft, bouncing breasts pressing flush against his back, sending sharp waves of stimulation up his spine.Her hands slid around him, tight and urgent, gripping his chest as she pulled him harder against her bust—burying him in her heat

Shaula watched from a distance, silent, eyes fixed on the scene. Velira's voice broke the air—low and murky, soaked in heat."Why don't I tell Mira about this…?" she murmured, her tone dripping with arousal, yet edged with something darker—a veiled threat beneath the sweetness.

Eren jolted

Assaulted by her sudden movements, he jolted—startled. Her breasts pressed firmly against his back, while her pussy—wet and glistening—rubbed against the small of his spine, slick heat smearing across his skin.

His movement over Alayne's body suddenly came to a halt—a brief pause after more than half an hour of unrelenting rhythm. For the first time, Alayne was free from the constant convulsions, from Eren's relentless use of her body. She finally drew in a deep, shuddering breath—her pussy still quivering around Eren's cock, her temples and skin drenched in sweat

Alayne heaved—deep, ragged breaths flooding her lungs in sudden gusts of oxygen. For a moment, she forgot where she even was. Her hands hung limp at her sides, while her hips and thighs still clung tightly around Eren's waist, body trembling as she gasped for air

Meanwhile, with her eyes shut and her mind barely registering anything, Velira rubbed her slit—just a part of it—against Eren's back. Her arms clamped tightly around his chest, anchoring herself to him.She spoke again, her voice deeper this time—thick with both promise and threat.'Why don't I tell her?' she repeated.

Eren exhaled, weary. Her words hit him, but he didn't flinch.

"What is it, Velira?" he asked, voice low, the weight of exhaustion dragging through it. "Didn't you already see Alayne last night… on top of me?"

At first, he was speechless. Amid all the relentless movement and the rush flooding his mind, this was the only response he could manage.Velira gave him a knowing look—not demanding, not expecting much—before turning back toward someone else.

Eren, in turn, slowly lowered Alayne, her bare back pressing against the cool, smooth surface of the rock. He followed Velira's gesture—toward the spot she had pointed at moments ago.

There she stood—legs trembling, hands unsteady—a girl lost in the moment. Her fingers had already slipped beneath the fabric, finding her pussy, and with a sudden jolt, she pressed against it—body twitching in response.

Her eyes suddenly widened as Eren turned toward her. His gaze locked onto her—hand pressed between her thighs, over the fabric of her dress. She froze, breath caught in her chest, fingers trembling… yet refusing to pull away from the soaked heat beneath.

She gasped.Eren's stare.Her sister's knowing smirk.And the sight of the woman—Eren had just ravaged—still lying near the ground where they stood.

It was too much.Too close.And yet, her fingers—refused to stop.

All of it—everything—hit Shaula at once. Her already-dripping pussy pulsed with even more heat, and her hand refused to let go.Then, with a deep, helpless cry, she shuddered—right there—right in front of her sister… and the man her sister had promised would do her.

Her eyes widened—pleasure and disbelief crashing together—as tears welled up and spilled down her cheeks.The overwhelming stimulation—so sudden, so utterly new—wracked her body.Her pussy quivered violently, as if assaulted by the intensity of her own release