Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 1068: Pleasing the Guest

I stepped into the bathroom Saki had led me to, the fresh yukata she’d given me wrapped loosely around my waist. The room was steam-filled and dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of cedar and damp stone.

A traditional Japanese bathroom stool sat in the center, surrounded by wooden buckets filled with water. The space was small, intimate—perfect for what was about to happen.

I sat on the low wooden stool, the cool surface pressing against my bare ass as the yukata rode up, exposing the curve of my lower back.

The water I’d poured over myself had done little to cool the fire Saki had ignited. If anything, the dampness only made my skin more sensitive, every nerve ending alive and aching for her touch.

Then the door slid open.

Saki stepped in, her body barely concealed by that flimsy towel. The fabric clung to her shoulders and the swell of her hips, but her tits were completely bare—full, heavy, and swaying slightly with each step.

The dark, puffy nipples were already stiff, the areolas wide and begging for attention. And lower... the towel stopped just above her pussy, the hem teasingly short.

As I sat there, my line of sight was perfect—I could see the glistening dark curls of her mound, the plump, damp lips peeking out from beneath, already swollen with arousal.

My cock, which had barely begun to soften, surged back to full hardness at the sight. The yukata did nothing to hide it, the fabric straining obscenely as my erection twitched and throbbed.

Saki’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smile, her dark eyes locking onto mine with a mix of shyness and wicked intent. "Let me rub your back... as an apology for earlier..." Her voice was soft, almost pleading, but the hunger in her gaze betrayed her. "Please... don’t refuse..."

Before I could even form a word, she was behind me. The door clicked shut, sealing us in this steam-filled, intimate space. I could feel the heat of her body radiating toward me, the scent of her arousal—musky, floral, and intoxicating—filling my nose. Then, the first splash of water hit my back, cool and sudden, making me hiss as it cascaded down my spine.

But the real shock came when her hands followed.

Her fingers were warm, slick with soap, as they began to knead my shoulders. She didn’t just rub—she dug into my muscles, her thumbs pressing deep, circular motions that sent waves of pleasure through me. The water mixed with the soap, her hands gliding over my skin in long, sensual strokes that made my cock jerk beneath the yukata.

But she didn’t stop at my back.

Her hands slid around my sides, her fingers tracing the ridges of my abs before moving upward. Her palms flattened against my chest, her touch firm but teasing, her fingers circling my nipples just enough to make them harden into stiff peaks. I could feel her breath against my ear, warm and shaky with desire.

Then, she dropped the towel.

The moment her bare tits pressed against my back, I groaned, the sound tearing from my throat. Her nipples were like hot, hard stones digging into my skin, the weight of her breasts spreading across my shoulders as she leaned into me.

She wasn’t just rubbing my back anymore—she was grinding against me, her tits squishing and sliding with every movement of her hands.

"M-Ms. Saki... I—"

"Shhh..." she whispered, her lips brushing the shell of my ear. "You don’t have to say anything..." Her voice was thick with desire, her breath hot against my skin. "Just... let me make it up to you..."

Her tits pressed harder against my back, the nipples dragging in slow, deliberate circles as she rocked her body against mine.

The sensation was maddening—her soft, heavy flesh molding to my muscles, the heat of her skin searing into me. I could feel her pussy lips brushing against my lower back, the wetness of her arousal smearing against me with every shift of her hips.

Her hands slid lower, her fingers tracing the V of my hips. The other hand slid up to my neck, her thumb pressing against the pulse point beneath my ear, as if she could feel my heartbeat racing.

"You’re so... tense..." she murmured, her voice husky. "Let me help you... relax..."

And then, she really began to work.

Her tits moved in slow, deliberate figure-eights against my back, her nipples dragging in tight, teasing circles that made my cock twitch violently.

The friction was unbearable—her soft, heavy breasts pressing, kneading, massaging every inch of my back as her hands explored my chest, my abs, my thighs. Her nipples were like brands, leaving trails of fire wherever they touched.

She leaned in closer, her lips ghosting over my neck as her tits squished and slid against my skin. The weight of them was intoxicating, the way they molded to my body making it impossible to think of anything but her. Her breath was hot and ragged against my ear, her voice a low, sultry purr.

"Does that feel good...?" she whispered, her nipples dragging down my spine in a slow, torturous descent. "My tits... against your back...?"

I groaned, my hips jerking involuntarily as her nipples hit the small of my back, the sensitive skin there making me hiss. Her hands slid lower, her fingers hooking into the waistband of the yukata, tugging it just enough to expose my cock.

The moment the cool air hit my shaft, I gasped, but Saki didn’t stop. Her tits continued their slow, sensual grind against my back, her nipples now tracing the curve of my ass, the heat of her skin making me clench my fists.

"You like that, don’t you...?" she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. "My tits... my touch..." Her free hand slid up to my mouth, her fingers pressing against my lips. "Suck..." she commanded, her voice low and demanding.

I obeyed without thinking, my tongue wrapping around her fingers, tasting the salt of her skin, the musky tang of her arousal. She let out a soft, pleased moan, her hips grinding harder against my back as her tits continued their slow, torturous dance against my skin.

"That’s it..." she whispered, her voice thick with lust. "Let me take care of you..."

Her tits pressed and rubbed in slow, deliberate motions, her nipples dragging in tight, teasing circles that made my cock throb painfully. The friction of her skin, the weight of her breasts, the heat of her body—it was all too much. I could feel my balls tightening, my breath coming in ragged gasps as she pumped me harder with her hands, her tits never stopping their erotic assault.

"You’re so... hard..." she murmured, her lips nuzzling my neck as her tits squished and slid against my back. "Let me... help you with that..."

And then, her hand finally wrapped around my cock.