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  Mrs. Hudson was still frozen, tangled in shock and confusion, but John was already on the move. He shoved himself up from the couch and sauntered over, his thing swinging loose, as if it’s waving and asking for more.

  John stepped closer, quiet and deliberate, then leaned in to pnt a soft kiss on her cheek. The touch snapped her out of her spiraling thoughts, pulling her back to the moment. “You okay?” he asked, his voice low and gentle. “Something bothering you? We can always do this another day, you know.”

  He knew damn well Mrs. Hudson was fine—better than fine, even. He could read her like an open book, and he knew exactly what was running through her head. He understood this world just as well as any local. The “another day” line? That was a test. He wanted to see how the usually shy Mrs. Hudson would squirm her way out of it, how she’d push back. It was also his little nudge—a signal. If you don’t want to postpone, sweetheart, you’d better step up your game.

  “Uh, no, no, it’s not that,” Mrs. Hudson stammered. “I just thought it was weird. Weren’t you originally diagnosed as, uh, you know, unable to… do that?” She caught herself mid-sentence, realizing how rude and dumb she sounded, and cmped her mouth shut. If he couldn’t “do that,” then what the hell had they just been up to?

  John didn’t seem fazed at all. He even fshed her a warm, reassuring smile, reaching out to gently rub her back. “Don’t worry about it,” he said smoothly. “I’m not bothered. You’re just stating facts, Mrs. Hudson.”

  Because, technically speaking, the guy she was talking about—the one with the supposed bedroom troubles—wasn’t really John. It was the 19-year-old kid John had reincarnated into.

  Mrs. Hudson let out a small ugh, rexing a bit. “You don’t have to keep calling me Mrs. Hudson, you know. Just call me Miko.” John had his own thoughts about that suggestion, but let’s see about that.

  “Still…” she went on, tilting her head. “You’ve changed so much in these st three months, John. It’s like you’re a completely different person.” She had no idea the 19-year-old in front of her was lugging around a 119-year-old soul.

  And just like that, between their back-and-forth, his earlier “another day” suggestion got its answer. No shy, pleading look from her to keep him there, no chance to tease her into stepping up her game. He’d missed the moment—or so he thought. Then an idea sparked.

  “Well, Miko,” he said, putting on a mock pout, “hearing you bring up the past like that kinda stings. Look, my little buddy’s even feeling down about it.” With that, he thrust his penis forward, showing it off to her.

  Miko stared, unimpressed. She knew this John too well—he wasn’t exactly thinking pure thoughts right now. Feeling down? Please. His something was standing up tall, veins popping, the tip flushed a deep reddish-purple. What a load of crap.

  “Alright, spit it out,” she said, half-exasperated. “What do you want?”

  “How about a kiss for my little buddy?” John grinned, that signature smirk of his creeping back. “That’ll do.”

  Miko fshed a mischievous little grin, dipping her head down to pnt a quick kiss on John’s cock. She was teasing him, no doubt about it. You said a kiss, right? Well, there you go—as you wish.

  John didn’t rush her. Instead, his face lit up with a delighted smirk. “That was nice, Miko. Think you could do it again?”

  For a split second, Miko wondered if he’d meant just a kiss all along. She’d pnned to mess with him a bit, but now she wasn’t sure—was he pying innocent, some pure little guy who didn’t get the game? Shrugging it off, she leaned down again, ready for another kiss.

  Before she could react, John grabbed her head, quick as hell, and shoved his cock right into her mouth. By the time Miko processed what was happening, words were off the table—she couldn’t say a thing anymore.

  “Kiss deeper, Mrs. Hudson,” he murmured. He wasn’t even sure why, but in the middle of this blowjob with her, calling her “Mrs. Hudson” instead of Miko hit different—made it feel better, sharper somehow. Still, he kept it careful. Last thing he wanted was her gagging before he could really enjoy himself. A good feltio? Well, it took some practice.

  Miko gave his thigh a couple of half-hearted smacks, more for show than anything, but she didn’t pull away from his long throbbing penis. Still kneeling, she settled in, starting to suck slowly, deliberately. Watching his cock slide shlick-shlick in and out of Miko’s mouth, John couldn’t help but think today was really a fucking good day. Miko was getting into it now, loosening up with every move. Her actions grew bolder—one hand cupped his balls, steadying it as she picked up the pace, her rhythm faster, more confident, a soft slurp escaping with each motion.

  “Do you like sucking my cock, Mrs. Hudson?” John teased, his voice low and taunting. Miko didn’t answer—just kept going, her cheeks fring red again, punctuated by a faint mmph.

  “Well, looks like you need a little push,” he said with a smirk. He slid one hand down, fingers finding her nipple, pinching it in a teasing mix of fast and slow—squeeze, release, squeeze. Miko kept at it, but the moans slipped out now, soft and unstoppable, a low mmm humming against him.

  “Do you like sucking my cock, Mrs. Hudson?” he asked again, sharper this time. As he spoke, he gripped her head with both hands and started thrusting his penis into her mouth—thwap, thwap. It went deep—too deep. Miko gagged a little, a choked gurk slipping out as her hands pounded his thighs, but then she nodded, quick and frantic, like she was saying, Yeah, I do.

  Seeing a tear slip down her cheek from the gagging, John eased up. He pulled his dick out with a wet pop, gentle now, and brushed his fingers across her face. He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead—then tilted her head up, letting his long thick penis y against her face, rubbing. Clearly, he wanted more. Miko knew exactly what he was after. She parted her lips again, taking his balls—still dangling near her mouth—into her mouth with a soft slurp. She worked it side to side, left then right, moaning mmm, mmm as she went, her rhythm steady and wet. She was all in now, head tilted up under John’s crotch, her eyes locked on his. Every suck felt like she was trying to pull his balls right off, stretching the skin taut and long with a faint snap each time.

  John was loving it—damn near thrilled with Miko’s performance. Time to return her “favor”, he figured. He gently nudged her to stop, murmuring a soft “hold up,” then turned to grab the condom—the st one in that little two-pack. Miko’s face flickered with a pang of disappointment for a split second. The move threw off their groove, like a record scratch cutting through the heat of the moment.

  But, hey, condoms were non-negotiable. That’s what she said, after all.

  After putting it on, John lunged forward, hands seizing Miko’s round butt, kneading it hard again. He dipped his head, kissing and nibbling at the snowy cheeks. “You really like my ass that much?” Miko asked, twisting back to look at him, her eyes sultry and half-lidded.

  “Yeah, Mrs. Hudson,” John groaned, still squeezing her ass. “Your ass is soft, plump—feel so good in my hands!”

  “You… ahh… hurry up already,” Miko urged, impatient. “Stop messing with my ass back there.” She squirmed, her plush her ass swaying, her pussy twitching open and shut, arousal trickling down her thigh with a faint drip. John figured it was go-time. He gripped his thick cock, the tip rubbing against Miko’s entrance, easing in slow with a shlick.

  “Ahhh… John… your… it’s so big… feels so good…” Miko moaned loud as his long, hefty dick slid inside. John’s hands cmped onto her slim waist, thrusting fast—sp-sp—as a wet, messy squelch-squelch echoed through the bedroom. “Mrs. Hudson, your pussy’s so tight,” he growled, pounding away. “Sucking my cock in like crazy—feels amazing!”

  “Yes… like that… hard…” Miko gasped, her water gushing as John’s thrust sent it spilling. Her ass rocked back wildly to meet his hits, her lush tits jiggling, the scene dripping with heat. After a hundred or so thrusts, John yanked his dick out with a pop and flipped Miko over. Her chest spilled free—two soft, heavy tits tumbling out of her ce lingerie, swaying jiggling, the pink tips trembling upright.

  John grabbed one of her gorgeous legs, hoisting it over his shoulder, then lined up his penis and plunged back into her slick vagina—shloop. “Ahhh… John… so good… your cock’s unreal…” Miko’s red lips parted wide, her cries wild and shameless. John hammered away, leaning down to tch onto her nipples with a suck, slurping hard. “Mrs. Hudson, I love your tits too,” he mumbled against her. “Big, soft—sucking your tits’s my favorite.”

  Miko’s whole body tingled, pussy water surging out like a fountain with a steady trickle. She reached up, stroking John’s face, her eyes molten as she purred, “John, this is so good… you should visit me every day…” That flipped a switch in him. His cock pounded her tight pussy even faster—thwap-thwap—penis dragging out more fluids, soaking his balls until it glistened with white streaks.

  Miko’s legs spyed wide, taking his frantic thrust. She grabbed her own tits, guiding it to John’s mouth. He tched on with a smack, sucking hard again, while his cock smmed in fiercer than ever—thud-thud. “This is so fucking good, I’m cuming…” John roared, picking up speed like a man possessed.

  “Give it to me… give it to me!” Miko cried out, her pussy clenching hard with a twitch-twitch. John let out a guttural growl, his tip pressing deep against the mouth of her uterus. A hot, thick cum surged out—splurt—flooding into the condom. Miko hit her peak under his orgasm, her pussy spasming wildly—and a sudden burst of squirt sprayed across John’s stomach with a wet spsh.

  The two clung to each other, bodies pressed tight, both panting hard. After a moment, John rolled off, catching his breath. He reached for Miko’s hand, grinning as he said, “That was so damn good.” Miko, still gasping, threw an arm over her face, silent. She felt flipped inside out, raw and spent. Once her breathing steadied—she shifted, nuzzling into John’s chest without a word, hoping the quiet warmth could stretch a little longer. They stayed like that, wrapped up, neither breaking the silence.

  In the midst of their tender afterglow, Miko’s hand brushed something on John’s body as she shifted. She had a hunch what it was but couldn’t believe it. Curiosity won—she grabbed it outright. Yep, exactly what she’d thought.

  How the hell? Twice already, and now this? Did he still want more? Afraid it was some trick of her mind, Miko climbed out of his arms to get a better look. No mistake—John’s thing was up again, rigid and tall, pointing straight at the ceiling even as he y there, hard as ever.

  “You want it… again?” she asked, voice hesitant.

  “Well, we’re out of condoms,” John said with a zy grin, starting to sit up. “Gotta grab some more. I’ll go this time.” Then he paused, remembering this world’s quirks—few women here probably dealt with a pace like his. He turned to her, softening his tone. “Course, only if you’re up for it too.”

  Miko didn’t know how to answer. She wanted it, sure, but the thought of him running out for condoms again? Even with lube, it always felt a little off, a tiny grind she couldn’t shake. Problem was, she had no clue how to tell him she’d rather skip it, just keep going as is.

  Hey, condoms were her rule, after all.

  John caught the flicker in her expression. After 100-plus years, reading people was second nature to him. Times like this called for a gentleman’s move—step up, take the hit, give her an out. The reward? Raw fuck, no barriers.

  “Miko,” he started, voice smooth, “I know you said condoms are non-negotiable, but we’ve already gone twice. Thing is, if I use one again, it might be tough to, uh… finish, you know what I mean?” True enough, in a way.

  She hesitated, eyes flickering. He pressed on, gentle but firm. “If anything happens, I’ll step up. Promise.” That was real too. These past three months, he’d been there for her—money, muscle, whatever she needed. He liked this widow. Unlike others, she didn’t judge him, didn’t turn up her nose.

  Miko stayed quiet, so John nudged further. “I figure one more round’s all I’ve got in me. Today’s been damn near perfect—let’s end it on a high note.” Total bullshit, that line. With her daughter gone for the night at her boyfriend’s, he had no pns of stopping till morning. A hundred years of pent-up steam? He’d keep this going till both his balls fucking drained.

  Not a word, she finally gave an approving nod, face blushing.

  How’d the rest of the night go? Simple: by the third and fourth rounds, John pulled out at the st second—whoosh—each time. Not because he didn’t want to have a go inside, but because he figured it was the decent thing to do for Miko. Then came the fifth. He started to pull back again, but her legs snapped around his waist—locking him in tight. Message received, loud and clear. They kept at it like that, tangled and relentless, until five in the morning when they finally colpsed into each other’s arms, sinking into a deep, heavy sleep.

  Was it a perfect night?

  Hell yeah. Creampies. All-night creampies.