Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 1058: Oba-San’s Tip-Only Cum Blast

I let out a low, sleepy groan right on cue, pretending it was pure dream-reaction. "Mmmhh... Haruna..." The sound rumbled deep in my chest, husky and thick, my hips twitching just a fraction under the blanket as if I was lost in some filthy sleep fantasy.

Tomiko froze instantly, eyes flying wide open in fresh panic, her hand still locked around my throbbing cock. Her eyebrows shot up high, mouth falling into a perfect little "O" of shock as she stared at me, waiting to see if I’d wake up. Her cheeks burned an even deeper crimson that spread all the way down to her exposed cleavage.

For a split second, she looked ready to bolt again—[He groaned! Did I wake him?! Oh god, what am I doing—]—but when I stayed perfectly "asleep," breathing steady, she let out the tiniest sigh of relief. Her fingers didn’t pull away this time. If anything, they tightened just a little, feeling my cock pulse hot and heavy in her grip.

[Just the tip... yeah... just one taste...] Her thought was a desperate whisper in my head through the Telepathy link, the Scent of Lust turning her voice inside my mind thick and needy.

She leaned in again, nose wrinkling cutly as she sniffed my cock hard—long, greedy inhales that made her eyelids flutter half-shut. Her soft lips parted wider, tongue sliding out fully, pink and glistening.

Slowly, carefully, she opened her mouth and took just the swollen, leaking tip between her warm, wet lips. The moment the head slipped past her teeth and rested heavily on her tongue—

I groaned louder, still pretending to be lost in a dream. "Hmmm.... Haruna... don’t be naughty... let me sleep... a bit.... aaah... don’t... I am cumming..."

My hips lifted just enough to push another thick inch into her mouth as my cock pulsed violently. The first powerful spurt exploded straight across her tongue without warning.

Tomiko’s eyes flew wide open in pure shock—pupils blown huge, eyebrows shooting up, her entire face freezing in a perfect "O" of surprise around my cock. Her cheeks hollowed instantly as the thick, hot rope of cum flooded her mouth, but she couldn’t pull away fast enough.

Another heavy spurt followed immediately, then a third, each one thicker and more forceful than the last, painting the inside of her cheeks and forcing her to swallow desperately just to keep up.

Her expression was priceless—wide-eyed panic mixed with helpless lust. Those beautiful dark eyes that had been half-lidded with hunger a second ago were now bulging, lashes fluttering wildly as she stared cross-eyed at the base of my cock, still inches from her nose. Her eyebrows knitted together in disbelief, a tiny wrinkle forming between them while her lips stretched tighter around the head, trying not to let a single drop escape.

A soft, muffled "Mmph—?!" vibrated around my cock as the fourth spurt hit the back of her throat, making her throat visibly bulge as she gulped hard, once, twice, three times in quick succession. Her nostrils flared with each frantic breath she tried to steal through her nose, cheeks flushing an even deeper crimson that spread all the way down to her exposed cleavage.

She looked utterly stunned—eyes watering slightly at the corners, eyebrows still raised in that perfect mix of "what the hell" and "oh god yes," her whole face a picture of surprised surrender.

Even as she kept swallowing, gulp after wet, audible gulp, her expression kept shifting: a flash of wide-eyed amazement when the fifth thick rope hit, then her eyelids fluttering like she was fighting not to moan, then another wide stare as the sixth and seventh spurts kept coming, far more than she’d expected from just the tip.

Her free hand flew up instinctively to cup the underside of my balls, not squeezing, just holding on for support as her throat worked overtime, the muscles rippling visibly under the smooth skin of her neck.

[Oh my god— he’s cumming already?! So much— so thick— it’s flooding me— I can’t—] Her thoughts were a frantic, lust-drunk scramble inside my head, the Scent of Lust making every swallow taste even better to her.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of heavy, pulsing spurts, the last weak twitch left my cock. Tomiko pulled her lips off with a wet, obscene pop, a thin string of saliva and leftover cum stretching between her swollen lower lip and my glistening head before snapping.

She sat back on her heels, breathing hard through her mouth, one hand still pressed to her throat as she swallowed one final, loud gulp—making sure every drop of my warm load was safely down in her belly.

A tiny dribble of white escaped the corner of her mouth; she quickly licked it away with her tongue, eyes still wide and glassy.

But then her gaze dropped back to my cock... and her expression changed again.

My cock was still rock-hard—actually harder than before—standing tall and proud, veins pulsing visibly, the entire length now looking even thicker, the head swollen and shiny with her saliva.

Tomiko’s eyes widened all over again, this time in pure awe and disbelief. Her mouth fell open slightly, lips still glistening, as she stared unblinkingly at the massive, unrelenting erection in front of her face.

[Is this what they call young men...? He is still hard... and it looked way thicker than before...?] The thought hit me loud and clear through Telepathy, laced with shock, envy, and a fresh wave of dripping arousal that made her thighs press together tightly.

She blinked slowly, once, twice, like she couldn’t believe her eyes. Her head tilted slightly, eyebrows raised again in that same surprised expression, cheeks still flushed from the surprise cumshot.

One hand hovered in the air, fingers trembling as if she wanted to touch it again but was too stunned to move. Her robe had slipped completely off one shoulder now, both heavy breasts almost fully exposed, nipples darker and stiffer than ever.

I could see a fresh wet spot blooming between her thighs on the thin fabric of her robe—she was soaked, practically dripping from what had just happened.

Tomiko stayed kneeling there, chest heaving, eyes glued to my still-throbbing, noticeably thicker cock like it was the most mesmerizing thing she’d ever seen.

The mix of guilt, shock, and raw hunger on her face was delicious—her lips parted, tongue unconsciously darting out to taste the last traces of me on them, that cute little wrinkle still between her brows as she processed the impossible hardness in front of her.

I stayed perfectly still under the blanket, breathing steady and slow, letting the moment stretch out while my mind raced.