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All MILFs are Mine

Night_phantom
*Caution* *TABOO CONTENT* *STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT* THIS CONTENT IS VERY HARMFUL FOR A NORMAL PERSON'S MIND. __________________________________ Leon is a MILF lover, an orphan and a virgin. He has a single goal in his mind, Fuck a MILF who is not a prostitute. But, Unfortunately before Leon could've completed his dream, he died accidentally due to an Angel's mistake. In order to make up for his mistake, The angel promised Leon another life in a magical but rather backward and undeveloped world. He let Leon choose three skills of his choice. [Skill Crafter (F)] "You can only craft F-rank skills with this, are you sure you want this skill ?" The angel asked with a confused expression. "Yes." Leon replied. [inspect] [Adaptive Body] ... With these three skills Leon's soul possessed the body of Leon Luster who has a widow MILF step-mother and a married busty hot step-sister whose husband only comes home once every year. "Wait... so in this world Sex is like a five minute duty ? that means women here don't know anything about pleasure ? hehehehe." "what do you mean we have no bed and have to sleep together on one matress mom ?" "I can't take this, let's make a skill..." [Touch Of Lust] Will Leon make his dream come true ? or will he get more than he asked for ? [Author's Note: This novel might be based on MILFs but I have done my best to create a realistic world around the character.] discord for images: https://discord.gg/Pmf92wCrk4
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