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  The room wasn’t winning any awards for cleanliness. But cutting through the mess was a sweet, floral scent—fresh flowers, bright and alive, stuffed into a vase on the table. They looked new, probably swapped out that morning. John sprawled across the lumpy couch beside it, one leg kicked up on the armrest. He let out a slow, heavy sigh and dragged a hand through his hair, his fingers lingering at his temple as his mind started to wander.

  “Finally,” he muttered under his breath. “After all this bullshit, I’m getting some “reward”. That fucking goddess promised me this is my reward world.”

  He snorted, shaking his head. “Three months in this so-called paradise and finally get to have some fun. I gave up everything else for this. One hundred years of…”

  His voice trailed off, the weight of it sinking in. He leaned back, the couch creaking under him, and stared at the cracked ceiling. Then the door clicked open, snapping him out of it.

  She walked in, and damn, she was something else. The kind of woman who could stop traffic without even trying. Her shirt hugged her big breasts, the fabric stretched just enough to hint at the curves underneath, and her hips swayed with every step, wide and rounded in a way that screamed confidence. Her dark hair was slightly mussed, framing a face that was all sharp cheekbones and soft lips. She was gorgeous, no question, but it was her body that hit like a punch to the gut.

  “I, uh, got it,” she said, her voice stumbling over itself as she held up a small box. “I’m… gonna shower first, okay? Then we can… you know, start.” She was shy about it, her words tripping over each other, but the way she was breathing—quick, shallow gasps—told a different story. She’d clearly run to the store and back, her skin still flushed, a soft pink blooming across her cheeks. A faint sheen of sweat glistened on her neck, catching the light.

  John took the box from her—a two-pack of condoms—and couldn’t hold back a smirk. That’s all they sold here. Two at a time. Anything more was overkill in a world like this. She caught the look on his face and frowned, her brows knitting together.

  “What’s so funny?” she asked, a little defensive. Then she rushed on, “We agreed, John. I can’t handle another kid right now—I mean it.”

  He waved a hand, cutting her off with a grin. “Rex, Mrs. Hudson. I’m a man of my word. You’re good.” His tone was smooth, almost too polite, but his mind was elsewhere. All he could focus on was her—every inch of her standing there, radiating heat. He wondered if he should’ve stopped her from showering. That faint sweaty scent clinging to her skin was driving him wild. After a hundred years of nothing, he’d take any smell off a woman like her and call it perfection.

  But before he could say anything, she was already slipping off toward the bathroom, leaving him alone again. “Fine,” he grumbled to himself, slumping deeper into the couch. “First time, her rules. Whatever.” His eyes drifted back to the flowers as his thoughts rewound a century.

  Back then, he’d been a nobody. Nineteen, skinny, a little rough around the edges. Grew up in a nothing-special house with a nothing-special family. Smoked too much, sure—cheap cigarettes he’d bum off friends. Watched porn on a cracked ptop screen te at night. Big deal, who didn’t? That was the most exciting his life got. Until one day, out of nowhere, he got sucked into some insane magical world. No warning, no choice. A hundred years there, and his body didn’t age a single day.

  You’d think it was some epic adventure—hero rises, defeats evil, gets the girl, right? Wrong. The goddess who dragged him there, all high and mighty with her glowing eyes and cryptic bullshit, id it out pin: he was an actor. A pawn. His job was to perform for some unseen audience, give them a good show. Saving the world, winning battles—it was all for show, an unscripted drama, but for their entertainment. And women? Didn’t exist there. Just men and monsters, locked in endless fights. How’d they keep the pce running? They didn’t. Everyone was a creation, churned out by that upper world, oblivious to the fact they were puppets. Everyone except John, the outsider who didn’t belong. And those bastards? Strong as hell, every one of them, and most wanted him dead.

  “Lucky I had that skill system,” he thought, a faint grin tugging at his lips. “No training, no bullshit—just instant power…”

  The bathroom door creaked open, pulling him back to the present. Mrs. Hudson stepped out, and fuck, she looked good.

  She had a head of raven-bck, lustrous hair cascading down her pristine shoulders like a waterfall, accentuating the whiteness and delicacy of her skin. She exuded an alluring aura of mature sensuality.

  Her elegant neck was long and slender without any excess flesh. Below it were perky breasts that seemed to defy gravity, barely contained by her bck ce lingerie. Even through the fabric, one could discern just how rge and soft they were - certainly at least 36F. They swayed hypnotically with each movement she made.

  Full mounds of snow-white flesh peeked out from beneath the thin fabric of her lingerie, emanating a seductive aroma reminiscent of mature women. Her ample bosom quivered tantalizingly under the sheer covering with every step she took.

  Further down y a segment where her slim waist tapered into hourgss curves before giving way to her plump buttocks. Barely encased in a bck thong, her ass was a masterpiece of curves and contours.

  John’s smirk widened. Not stopping her from shower? Hell of a good call.

  He couldn't contain his inner fmes anymore, and with one swift motion, he pulled her into his embrace. His hands impatiently roamed over her enticing body, squeezing and caressing every curve. He kneaded her plump breasts with one hand while grasping at the roundness of her ass with the other, yearning to squeeze their bodies together.

  As John's hands explored her curves, she whispered "take it slow, John, don't get too rough" with a sultry gaze that seemed to melt like silk. Her lips protested yet betrayed herself as she subtly thrust out her chest, pressing her massive bosom against John's hand. She darted out a crimson tongue to lick the corner of her mouth before speaking in a mix of shyness and excitement.

  John mouthed "yes" while swallowing hard. He'd waited too long; there was no slowing down now. With a surge of force, he kneaded her breast so hard so his hand could taste the softness even more. He then sucked deeply onto her nipple, his tongue darting back and forth around the areo as he probed with one hand between her legs.

  Mrs. Hudson tried to deflect John's hand with a gentle push, continuing her lie that she wasn't quite ready. However, the abundant wetness between her legs betrayed her words; she was more than ready.

  Feeling his cock about to explode from arousal, John still decided to remain composed despite the temptation of Mrs. Hudson's voluptuous figure. He didn't want to fuck up their first time together due to his impatience for future encounters - he knew he'd be visiting often.

  Instead of extending his hand further, John shifted focus onto Mrs. Hudson's ample posterior instead. His hands firmly grasped the round cheeks before vigorously kneading them as if trying to melt away the soft flesh within his palms. He pulled aside the hem of her lingerie top and exposed the curve of buttocks, only then did he lose his restraint... Lowering his face into the valley between those round cheeks, John proceeded to alternate between licking and sucking at both fleshy mounds with lips and tongue. His heart felt like it was soaring with pure bliss.

  "Mmm... don't... don't lick there," Mrs. Hudson whispered, her voice trembling with pleasure.

  As John's face hovered near her pussy, he was naturally drawn to the pungent aroma of her wetness. He craved a taste of Mrs. Hudson's arousal and couldn't resist the urge to indulge.

  With both hands, John parted her rounded cheeks before pushing them upwards with force. Then, He gently guided her back onto the couch, his hands on her arms, until she was propped up against it, exposing her small opening entirely to his gaze. Without hesitation, John enveloped his entire mouth over her pussy and began pping up Mrs. Hudson's wetness directly. She attempted to resist by stretching out her hand from behind, to push away his head; however, he firmly cmped down on her waist and buttocks with his arm.

  "Don't... don't eat that... it's dirty..." Mrs. Hudson whispered amidst a mix of shyness and embarrassment despite the crimson flush spreading across her face. The dazed look in her eyes revealed she was thoroughly enjoying herself. As Mrs. Hudson's initial refusal turned into moans and eventually pleas for more, her wetness overflowed and dripped down John's chin onto the floor. She gradually lost her composure, issuing commands to John to insert his tongue deeper into her pussy.

  "Go faster, lick faster, ah ah, push your tongue in a bit more!"

  Then she suddenly squirted all over John's face. His cock was rock-hard by then, but he hadn't even started enjoying himself yet; instead, a sense of satisfaction washed over him from his face of squirt.

  Gazing at Mrs. Hudson as she y panting on the couch, John gently flipped her over and made her lie ft on the couch. He stared at her dazed expression, the scent of her breath wafting up to him along with the sight of those breasts before him – it was too much for him to bear anymore.

  He leaned down and covered Mrs. Hudson's mouth with his own while using one hand to massage her nipple, and another hand trying to undo his pants eagerly. Mrs. Hudson caught on to his intentions and began kissing him back, while helping him drop his pants halfway. At that moment, his manhood sprang free from its confines like a jack-in-the-box.

  She wanted to shove it into her body right then and there, but her st shred of sanity told her otherwise; she instructed John to grab a condom instead. John quickly opened the package, stood up straight, and put on the condom. It was at this very moment that Mrs. Hudson finally got a glimpse of his size. She'd seen bigger, of course, in porn, in this world the most popur pornstars always had abnormally rge penises. But John was enough to leave her slightly astonished – he was almost twice as big as her te husband's.

  John ripped open her thong and flung it over her plump buttocks, fully exposing the already wet and swollen opening. The pink lips parted slightly, revealing the tender flesh within, as a crystal-clear stream of lubricant flowed down her thigh.

  "Ah! Ah..." Mrs. Hudson let out a soft moan once more...

  The taut thong was too much for Mrs. Hudson to take; she couldn't help but emit another sensual whimper...

  "Mrs. Hudson," John said with awe, "I got to say, your pussy is one of a kind – so fucking wet and tender!"

  He gazed mesmerized at the sight before him, grasping his thick cock as he rubbed it against her moist entrance and clitoris.

  "Ah... John... inside me now... I'm getting itchy..." Mrs. Hudson wriggled her plump ass impatiently, actively taking John's tip into her opening while releasing even more joyful lubrication.

  Finally, he thrust forward with his waist lifted high, his cock bursting into her tight, wet opening with a soft "popping" sound. Both of them let out a satisfied groan...

  "Ahh..."

  John didn't stop thrusting like a machine for five minutes, while alternating between sucking Mrs. Hudson's nipples and stirring her tongue. Mrs. Hudson went from panting to covering her mouth with her hand, eventually rexing and letting out high-pitched moans. John couldn't hold back anymore; he let out a low groan, and Mrs. Hudson knew he was about to cum.

  She pulled him hard towards her again, and they shared another passionate kiss as John finally ejacuted everything into the condom. His ejacution sted 15 seconds before his cock stopped throbbing.

  He gently pulled out of her, turned around slowly, and removed the condom.

  Mrs. Hudson was still lost in the pleasure of his just-finished thrusting, gasping for air with a flushed face despite only sting five minutes – it felt incredibly satisfying to be filled up that way.

  "Well," she thought to herself as she slowly got up from the couch and headed towards the kitchen, "it's good enough already."

  As she approached the kitchen counter...

  "Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?"

  And just then, John's pyful voice interrupted.

  "What are you doing? Why did you suddenly start cooking?"

  Mrs. Hudson felt something was off; she turned around, and just to see John sitting on the couch, ying his back on the cushion, and well, with his… thing already erect again.

  She was shocked and confused – how could this be possible? Even the famous porn star Meat King from SubOnly.com needed a whole day to film a new scene, let alone an ordinary guy who might only get it up once a week!

  John didn't bother with all that nonsense; he simply smiled at Mrs. Hudson.

  "Mrs. Hudson, Round 2, shall we?"