Favorite Leggings

"Ahh... b-but you are still so young and inexperienced. Only real lovers say things like that..." Natasha's heart was beating wildly against her ribs as Carl gently laid her down onto the soft fabric of the sofa.

[ System Notification ]

Rizz The MILF Quest Completed!

Reward: Charisma +1, Bronze Gacha Pull

Current Charisma: 2/10

"Oh? So are you saying I'm not allowed to say those things to you, Ms. Natasha?" Carl asked smoothly, slowly retracting his hand from under her knee pit.

[ Natasha's Affection increased to 52%! ] (Probability of physical contact and full intercourse: 69%)

"Yes, you're definitely not allowed," Natasha said, trying desperately to sound authoritative. "A young boy like you should be cherished and protected... I shouldn't be letting your innocent mind get spoiled like this."

Deep down, Natasha knew that playing along any further was extremely dangerous—not just for her own marriage, but for Carl as well. What would the rest of the neighborhood think if she let things escalate? It would look as though she were taking advantage of a young boy...

"Is that really how you feel, Ms. Natasha?" Carl murmured softly, his hands moving to gently massage her ankles and lower legs once more.

"Ahh... ahh, yes, it really is... so please don't let your mind wander to bad thoughts. Besides... you know I'm a married woman."

"Oh? Then does that mean you'd allow me to court you properly if you weren't married?" Carl held back a smirk. The way she delivered those words sounded almost lewd—as if she were subtly inviting him to push her boundaries despite her verbal protest.

"W-What?! Stop talking like that, Carl! You're so young, and I'm... well, I'm far too old for you." She wanted nothing more than to put a stop to this, but he was just so irresistible.

[ Natasha's Affection increased to 55%! ]

'Finally... I can definitely make my move now,' Carl thought to himself. His fingers began to march upward, slowly creeping up the side of her smooth, form-fitting leggings toward her thighs.

"Ahh... ah... don't touch that area, Carl..."

"This part of your leg is carrying a lot of tension, Ms. Natasha. I can practically feel how much your body wants me to keep going." Carl gently nudged her thighs apart, his fingers slipping closer toward her inner thighs.

"Ahn... n-no, please stop now, Carl. You really need to head back to the yoga studio..." Her body was heating up rapidly, a familiar coil of tension tightening in her belly.

"Hoh? Then tell me completely honestly, Ms. Natasha... why did you take so long in the restroom earlier?" Carl pinched the fabric of her leggings softly, making her squirm beneath his touch.

"Ah... please don't... I didn't lie to you..."

"Oh, please, Ms. Natasha. I know exactly what you are doing in there." His hand rested only an inch away from her warm mound, rubbing gentle circles as he edged closer.

"Ahn... ah... ah... Carl..."

[ System Notification ]

Natasha's Affection increased to 70%!

Unlocked: Direct, private skin-to-skin contact with the target is now fully available.

'Wow, that was fast. I can't believe she gave in so quickly—it's only been a short while since we arrived.' Carl was genuinely surprised by how fast the system mechanics operated. Her affection had started at a mere 2% just an hour ago.

"Look at this... your private area is already completely soaked down here, Ms. Natasha."

Squelch... squelch... squelch...

"Ahh... ahn... ah... stop it, Carl... ahn!" She tightly gripped the sofa cushion with both hands, letting out a soft moan as her toes curled inward.

"Tell me truthfully, Ms. Natasha... did you touch yourself in the bathroom while thinking about me?" Carl considered ripping her leggings open, but decided against damaging them. There would be a better time for that.

"Ahh... ah... I can't say that... please just stop this..."

"No, I don't think I will. Just look at the mess your pussy is making—it's so wet that even your leggings can't absorb it all." His middle finger found her sensitive clit through the damp fabric, pressing in deeply.

"Ahh... ah..."

"I'll take your silence as a full confession, Ms. Natasha." Carl leaned closer, taking her trembling hand and guiding it directly toward his crotch.

"Ahh! W-What is that?!" she gasped, her face displaying a mixture of shock and visual fascination.

"Don't be shy, Ms. Natasha. I know it's probably been a long time since you felt something like this. I bet your husband's isn't nearly as impressive..." Carl murmured playfully.

"Ahn... W-What is this size...?" She couldn't stop her hand from exploring the massive, rock-hard bulge beneath his trousers.

"That's my dick, Ms. Natasha."

"A d-dick? How could anyone possibly be this big..." There was no point in denying it anymore. She was thoroughly aroused, and Carl was the sole reason why.

"Pull my zipper down, Ms. Natasha. Let me show you the real deal." Carl continued to work his fingers over her pussy through the wet fabric, making her head spin.

"O-Okay..."

Shing... Boing!

His massive cock sprang free in all its glory. The glossy, pink tip glinted with a drop of clear fluid, leading down a thick, two-inch-wide shaft lined with visible veins, stretching an incredible twelve inches long!

"Gasp! W-What is that?!" Her eyes went wide. How could a young man possess something so absurdly huge? It made every past experience with her husband look completely insignificant by comparison.

"This is a real dick, Ms. Natasha. How about you start stroking it now? Move your hand faster before the others start getting suspicious..."

"Ahn... ahnn... ahnn... y-yes..." She began stroking the massive shaft, letting out soft moans every time Carl rubbed her sensitive core.

"I'm going to pull these leggings down now, Ms. Natasha."

"Ahn... ahnn... n-no, just slide them down carefully... these are my favorite leggings..."

'Wow, so she doesn't even want me to ruin her leggings? Good for me—it's finally time to taste a gorgeous MILF,' Carl thought to himself. He had initially hoped his first taste in this new life would be a cute stepsister like Clair, but he certainly wasn't going to complain about the present opportunity.