SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!

Mika's eyes widened, shock and intrigue flickering across his face as he grabbed her hands, pulling them closer to inspect the surreal sight.

The tongues on her palms flicked playfully, mirroring the mischievous curve of her real lips. He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief.

"You weren't kidding, were you? When you said you'd give me the best handjob in the world, I thought you were just talking big...But this?"

He gestured to the living mouths on her hands, his voice laced with mischief.

"Anya, if you use these, I'm pretty sure I'd cum in seconds. Your hands are already insane, but this?...This is next-level. It should be illegal, how good this is gonna be."

The lips on her palms seemed to smile, as if embodying Anya's own personality, and she beamed at his praise, her cheeks flushing with pride.

"Thank you, Mika! I worked so hard on these techniques, you know. I'd be sitting in those boring Disciplinary Council meetings, sketching out plans in my head, thinking of ways to make you feel good." She pressed his finger against one of the tongues on her palm, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "I was craving you so much, Mika. Even when I was supposed to be focused on rules and enforcement—all I could think about was pleasing you."

Mika raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued as he rubbed his finger against the tongue, feeling its slick, warm texture.

"Wait, can you actually feel this? Like, is this real for you?"

"Oh, I can feel it completely." Anya nodded eagerly, her eyes sparkling. "It's like you're rubbing my actual tongue, Mika. I can even taste your fingers right now." Her voice grew breathy, her flush deepening as she watched him.

Hearing this, a mischievous glint appeared in Mika's eyes. He slid his finger back and forth across the tongue, tracing slow, sensual curves, then grazed the underside, teasing both tongues on her palms.

Anya's breath hitched, her body trembling as her cheeks turned warm. "M-Mika, calm down!" She stammered, flustered but delighted. "Don't tease me too much! You're working two tongues at once, it's hard to hold back"

He grinned, unfazed, and guided her hand toward his throbbing cock, letting the tongues brush against his skin. "Then go on, Anya. Don't hold back. You said you'd show me this innovative handjob-blowjob combo...Let's see it."

Anya's eyes lit up, her smile radiant as she complied, wrapping her fingers around his shaft. Her palms pressed against him, the tongues immediately lapping at his skin with eager, wet strokes.

"Stroke!♡~ Rub!♡~ Slide!♡~ Glide!♡~ Press!♡

The sensation was unlike anything Mika had ever felt, her fingers applied just the right pressure, while the tongues moved independently, licking and swirling with a mind of their own.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

Mika even faltered, leaning back against a nearby desk, his knees buckling slightly as a shudder ran through him.

Seeing this, Anya chuckled, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "You're trembling already? It's that good, isn't it? So good you're already faltering."

"I can't lie, Anya, this is unreal." Mika gritted his teeth, his voice strained but honest. "Your fingers are working me perfectly, and those tongues? They're moving like they've got their own agenda...I've never felt anything like this. My body doesn't even know how to handle it."

Her eyes gleamed with triumph, her strokes growing faster, more confident.

"Yes, Mika, that's exactly what I wanted. I wanted to break through that cool mask of yours, make you falter, make you show me those raw, perfect emotions. I want you to lose yourself to me."

She gripped him tighter, the tongues pressing harder—one sliding up to the sensitive tip of his cock, the other teasing the base.

"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"

The dual sensations sent waves of pleasure through him, his hands gripping the desk so tightly his knuckles whitened.

"Anya..." He gasped, his voice rough. "...aren't you grabbing a bit too tight? Those tongues, are they even okay? You're pressing them so hard against me, it's like you're suffocating them."

She laughed, a sultry, carefree sound.

"Oh, don't worry about them. They're just lips, no noses, no need to breathe. They're meant to be pressed against a cock as divine as yours, Mika. So don't hold back. Enjoy it."

"Fuck, Anya, this is...obscene." Mika shuddered, his breath hitching as the dual assault overwhelmed him. "The way you're working my tip and my balls at the same time, it's too much." His voice turned dirtier, his restraint slipping. "Those tongues are driving me insane, licking me like they're starving. It's like you're worshipping me with every stroke."

Anya's eyes glowed with devotional fervor, her voice low and reverent.

"Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~"

"That's exactly what I'm doing, Mika. Worshipping you. Every stroke, every lick, it's all for you, my god, my everything. I want to make you feel so good you forget the world exists."

Her hands moved faster, the tongues relentless, her grip tightening as she leaned closer, her breath hot against his skin.

"Tell me how it feels, Mika. Tell me how much you love it."

"Mmph!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"

He groaned, his head tilting back as her hands worked faster.

"It's like...fuck—it's like you're sucking me off and jerking me at the same time, but better. The tongues, they're so wet, so warm, and they're everywhere. The one on my tip keeps flicking just right, and the other one's teasing my balls like it knows exactly what I want. It's driving me crazy, Anya."

She hummed, her eyes gleaming with devotion.

"That's it, Mika. Let it out. I want you to lose yourself in this, to feel nothing but me." Her strokes grew relentless, the tongues moving faster, lapping and curling with a fervor that matched her obsession. "This is what I've been training for, dreaming of...To make you feel this way, to make you mine."

Mika's breath hitched, his body tensing as the sensations built to a breaking point.

"Anya, it's too much, too much stimulus at once. I'm gonna, fuck—I'm gonna blow." His voice was strained, his fingers tightening as he gripped the desk.

"Then do it!♡~" She whispered, her voice a sultry command. "Cum for me, Mika. Show me how much you love this!♡~"

With a final, shuddering groan, Mika came, his release spilling into her hands in thick, pulsing waves.

"Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~"

Anya's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she held up her palms, now glistening with his cum.

"Look at this—my god." She murmured, almost reverent. "Look at how much you gave me."

And then to his shock, the lips on her palms opened wider, the tongues flicking out to lap at the cum, eagerly drinking it down.

Mika stared, mesmerized. "Holy shit, Anya. They can do that too?"

"Of course!" She giggled, her voice light but proud. "They can taste, they can drink, everything I can do, they can do...And your cum, Mika? It's delicious."

She licked her lips, the tongues on her palms mirroring the motion as they cleaned every drop.

"How was it, Mika? How was my divine handjob?"

Mika leaned back against the desk, catching his breath, a stunned chuckle escaping him.

"It was...unreal. Beyond anything I've ever felt. The only problem? It was over too quick. But fuck, Anya, that was amazing."

Anya's smile softened, her eyes glowing with devotion as she leaned closer, her voice a whisper.

"Good. That's all I wanted, Mika. To make you feel like no one else can. And I'll do it again, whenever you want...Just say the word."

Then, almost shyly, she hesitated. Her fingers fidgeted on her lap, her lashes lowering before she looked up at him.

"But...even though I said that...right now, I actually want to ask you a favor."

Mika tilted his head, one brow lifting. He reached out and stroked her hair gently, the gesture slow and tender.

"After what you just gave me down here? The way you worked me over? You can ask anything you want, Anya."

Her blush deepened at his words, spreading across her cheeks.

"It's just…" She exhaled shakily. "After everything I felt just now, and how I almost lost control over there with Maria, and now this...my body's a mess. My feelings are all over the place. I think my Venus Complex is acting up again."

Mika's expression shifted to concern, his hand moving from her hair to her cheek, then her forehead, feeling the heat radiating from her skin.

"Yeah, you're burning up."

He said, his voice steady but laced with worry. He then gently lifted her eyelids, peering into her eyes, noting their unnatural brightness.

"Your eyes are practically glowing, Anya. It's definitely a Venus Complex reaction."

He then rubbed her cheeks softly, as if trying to soothe her, his touch grounding as he asked,

"Don't you usually keep those blood packs I sent you for times like this? You know, just in case the urges hit? You've got some in your office, right?"

Anya nodded, her gaze dropping for a moment.

"I do. I've got four packs in my desk. I could go drink one to calm myself down if I needed to."

She paused, then looked up at him, her eyes wide and hopeful, almost pleading.

"But...Mika, you're right here, so close to me. It's so hard to walk away and drink some cold, lifeless blood from a pack when your hot, fresh blood is steaming right in front of me. Just looking at you right now…"

She swallowed, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"It's making me drool. My body's getting hotter and hotter, and I'm in this perfect position, with you, feeling my urges flare up. So...I was wondering…"

She hesitated, her shy demeanor returning as she clasped her hands together.

"Could I...could I have your blood? Straight from the source? I want to taste you, Mika, not some pack...Please?"

Mika studied her for a moment, his brow furrowing as he considered her request.

Normally, he'd tell her to stick to the blood packs, her way of drinking was always so messy, blood spilling everywhere, staining her clothes and skin in a chaotic display.

But after the mind-blowing handjob she'd just given him, he couldn't deny her.

A small smile tugged at his lips as he looked down at her as he said,

"Normally, I'd say go drink a pack, Anya. You know how messy you get, wasting half of it. But after what you just did? You deserve a little reward." He leaned closer, his voice warm but firm. "Go ahead. Strip down and get into position. Let's do this right."

Anya's face lit up, her eyes sparkling with a joy so intense it was almost childlike, as if he'd granted her every wish in the world. Before he could change his mind, she sprang into action, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of her blazer.

She shrugged it off, revealing her milky white breasts straining against a black bra, their perky, perfect shape drawing Mika's gaze.

They weren't as large as Charlotte's, but they were beautifully proportioned, full and firm. With a quick motion, she unhooked her bra, letting it fall away, her breasts spilling out into the open, her perky nipples standing proud in the cool air of the lab.

She didn't stop there.

Her hands moved to her skirt, tugging it down with a swift, practiced motion. Since she'd already discarded her panties earlier, her bare, sculpted ass was revealed, its curves erotic and flawless, catching the light in a way that made Mika's breath catch.

Her pussy came into view next, elegant and regal, unlike Charlotte's plumper, more inviting lips.

Anya's was pristine, almost aristocratic, as if meticulously maintained just for him, a royal treasure offered up in devotion.

Now fully naked, Anya knelt before him, her hands resting obediently on her lap, her head tilted up to meet his gaze. Her eyes burned with a devotional intensity, her posture submissive, as if she were his slave and he her master in this sacred moment.

"I'm ready, Mika." She whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. "Please...help me with this. I need you."