Touch of a Devil

Kaisen smirked as Vhalla's pleasure flowed like a river after a monsoon, her taste filling his mouth with a deliciously intoxicating flavor.

'Damn, milfs are delicious!'

He thought, savoring every drop. Whether she was 7,000 years old or 40, matured women had it all—the allure, the care, the body, everything.

Kaisen couldn't get enough of Vhalla's mature essence, and he was determined to drain her dry. His tongue explored every inch of her folds, his nose buried in her curves, inhaling her intoxicating scent.

'By the way, do these bosses even take pee breaks or something? Since they're always in their boss rooms, what do they even do?'

That was a good question, one he decided to ask at a later time when he could happily lay on her thighs, sucking her breasts while she jerked him off. The image itself felt surreal and worth fighting for.