SEXY MECH SYSTEM-Chapter 36: Satisfying the MILF

She didn’t notice how close to being bare she was when she was in his arms, didn’t know her towel was gradually loosening when she was twisting and shaking uncontrollably in his embrace.

And when she withdrew from the embrace, her towel fell off her body.

Her reaction was instant.

"Shit! I’m sorry!" Sherry exclaimed, scrambling to wrap herself up.

Her hand had barely grazed the fabric’s edge when someone grabbed her by the wrist.

Her head immediately rose high, her flushed face twisted in shock.

"Syril?"

"You’re beautiful. So beautiful," Syril suddenly declared, whispering in a tone that sent shivers down Sherry’s spine.

Sherry almost smiled, but caught herself in time.

"Are you nuts?" Her eyes widened, her cheeks now deeply tinged scarlet.

She yanked her hand off and hastily covered herself, moving several inches away from the teenager.

"I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you," Syril apologized, staying rooted on his seat as he cast a heavy gaze on Sherry who had stood up and moved away from him.

"What... What was that about?" She asked, still bewildered, adjusting the wool’s folds to firmly hook.

"I meant what I said. You’re beautiful, Sherry. You’ve always been," He didn’t bat his eyelids. He responded without hesitation.

"Well, thank you," her lips somewhat curled, appreciating the appraisal. "But you can’t look at me that way."

"Why not?" He asked in a sharp tone, still seated.

"Because... because..." Sherry struggled to answer, half confused, half amused.

"You’re older?" Syril asked, but this time, he shifted.

"I’m too young?" He was on his feet now.

"I-I-I... You..." Sherry found words hard to utter.

"It’s improper?" He took a step.

"I’m unknowledged of this stuff?" He took another.

Each question brought him closer, closing the gap the MILF had established. He was gentle in his approach, taking gentle steps with each question as if bringing her wall of doubts down.

It was working.

Sherry should have been frightened, should have been wary, should have taken to her heels, but instead she found herself questioning herself.

Syril’s pressure or her own interests? She couldn’t tell.

She stood rigid, watching the gap close in suspenseful seconds, unable to do anything.

He was in her front now, only an inch away from her, towering over her with his outstanding height and physique.

"You don’t deserve it?" He asked softly, his voice barely audible.

"Syril, this is wrong." Sherry fumfered.

She felt small, not frightened. She couldn’t push him away. She couldn’t fight him. She didn’t feel the need to. Her instinct wasn’t screaming danger.

But something about it felt wrong.

"Tell me why this is wrong," Syril spoke in a low tone again, stretching his hands to own her face.

The sitting room’s soft light spilled on every angle, illuminating the expression crafted on each face. One was calm and desirous, the other confused and helpless. Sherry’s back was against the wall, Syril dangerously close to her, his hands on her face, softly holding her gaze in place.

His eyes were calm and black, like a shallow, obsidian pool. Sherry was afraid she’d get lost in those eyes, but she still looked into them anyways.

She was supposed to fight against those thoughts, she was supposed to back away, she was supposed to reject his advances, but she stood still, drinking his bodily features, eyeing the wide shoulders she could already picture hovering over her.

’Why these thoughts? Why can’t I push him away?!’ Sherry screamed internally.

"You’re like a son I never had," she finally found her voice, whispering words she wasn’t even sure of, her voice cracking in fractures that sounded like the harshness of sand pouring on glass.

Before this, she had truly thought of Syril as a son. Even now, he still looked like her son, but she wasn’t sure. She wasn’t sure if she was still seeing him in that manner.

Her thoughts were incoherent, some contradicting others.

"But I’m not truly your son, am I?" Syril asked with that same low tone, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs.

"But we can’t do this... It’s not right. I’m way older than you. What even entices..." Sherry tried refuting.

"Shhhh. I’m not complaining, am I? Sherry, when I said you’re beautiful, I meant it. You’re pretty," he leaned in, holding her firmly against the wall. "You’re sexy."

Syril didn’t stop. "I want you, Sherry. I want all of you. I’m not taking advantage of your vulnerability, and I’m not doing this because you just poured your emotions out. I just want you. All of you."

Sherry’s eyes dilated to surprising widths.

’He wants me?’ ’I’m sexy?’ ’Lord, when was the last time I heard that right?’ Sherry couldn’t help but think, almost hating herself for painting obscene pictures in her head.

"Syril, you’re only saying these because you saw my naked body. Control yourself. Teens like you usually have hormonal problems. Calm down," she tried again, biting her lips as if she hated what she just said.

Syril chuckled first, then dragged his hand to the curve of her waist, grasping her softly, but firm enough to trigger a reaction. Then, he said: "Hormonal problems? I wanted you before I saw your naked body. And I know you also want this."

’He knows I want this?’ ’He’s touching me and I’m liking it!!’

She almost arched into his touch, almost demanded more touches, but fought against it.

"What are you saying?" She stammered. She tried maintaining her doggedness, but her voice betrayed her refusal. "Why do you think I want this?"

He slowly began caressing her waist, teasing with slow brushes on her sensitive waistline, jolting her with pleasurable bolts.

"You think I didn’t notice how you’ve been staring at my body? You think I don’t notice how those eyes linger with hunger?"

He smirked as he watched her body shudder and made her almost breathless.

’He noticed? I thought I was discreet. It was obvious?’

"Syril... ugh... You’re touching me..." Sherry rasped.

"Tell me to stop. Tell me you don’t like it. Tell me you don’t want it," he challenged, not relenting on his electrifying touch, smirking as he trailed to more sensitive parts.

"Ughhh... Syril... hmm." She didn’t know when she started moaning.

Then with honesty that somewhat hurt, with a trembling voice, she confessed.

"I can’t. I... I like it, but..."

Alas, victory!

Syril didn’t wait to hear the rest. He didn’t bother listening to her ’buts.’ He had heard what he needed to hear.

His fingers danced to the folds of the towel, the area holding the wool firmly on her body, and in one swift move, he loosened the towel.

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