Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 1235: Squirting from a Pinch

Jayden moved slightly, backing away from me, her face flushing a deep, burning crimson that spread down her neck and chest, her golden-brown skin darkening with embarrassment.

She bit her lip, her eyes darting to the floor as if she couldn’t bear to look at me, let alone meet my gaze.

"I-I haven’t cleaned it properly... for a while..." she muttered, her voice trembling, her fingers twisting nervously in the fabric of the bedsheets.

The scent of her arousal—musky, sweet, with that hint of spice—was thick in the air, mixed with the tang of her shame.

I stepped closer, my body pressing against hers, my cock throbbing against her ass, poking at her soft, warm flesh. The heat of her Mexican body seeped into me, intoxicating me, maddening me.

"I’ve already cleaned it..." I murmured, my voice a dark purr, teasing, possessive. The sound of my voice was low, rough, filled with need.

"With my tongue..." My hands grabbed her hips, pulling her back against the mattress, my cock resting against her tits, the heat of my skin branding her soft, supple flesh.

Jayden whimpered, her body trembling, her face burning with shame as she looked down at my cock. It was thick, veiny, throbbing with need, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

The sight of it, so close to her skin, made her pussy clench, her juices dripping onto the bed beneath her, soaking the sheets.

"J-Jack..." she whispered, her voice trembling, her accent thick, her eyes flickering between my cock and my face, unsure of what to do, what to say.

I grabbed my cock, stroking it slowly, my eyes locked on her face, watching her reaction.

The sensation of my hand on my cock was electric, my cock pulsing as I imagined sliding it into her tight holes. Then, with a wicked grin, I poked the tip against her nipple, the hard, brown bud erect and tempting, begging for my touch.

Jayden gasped, her body jerking, her nipple hardening even more as she felt my cock against it. "Aaaah...!" she moaned, her voice a mix of shame and pleasure, her body trembling as the sensation shot through her.

The sound of her whimper was obscene, mixed with the squelch of her juices as they dripped from her pussy, coating her thighs.

I chuckled, the sound dark and amused, my cock still pressing against her nipple. "Your nipples are so hard..." I murmured, my voice thick with lust.

"They like it... don’t they...?" I pressed my cock against her other nipple, teasing her, torturing her. The sensation was maddening, her nipples hardening even more, begging for my touch, my mouth, my cock.

Jayden whimpered, her body trembling, her nipples hardening as she felt my cock against them. "Aaaaaah.... Jack... don’t be hard on them..." she moaned, her voice trembling, her eyes squeezing shut as she tried to block out the sensation of my cock against her skin. But she couldn’t—she didn’t want to.

I pressed my cock into her cleavage, the heat of my skin searing against her soft flesh. Jayden moaned slightly, her body trembling as she felt my hard, hot cock sliding between her tits, the pressure of it pushing against her skin.

"Aaaah..." she whimpered, her voice a mix of shame and pleasure, her fingers digging into the bedsheets as she tried to ground herself.

I pinched her nipple, pulling it up, stretching it slightly as my cock slid between her tits, the sensation maddening. "Fuck..." I growled, my voice thick with lust.

"Your tits feel so good... So tight... So perfect..." My cock throbbed, aching for release, for her, as I imagined fucking her tits, coating them with my cum.

Jayden moaned, her body trembling, her nipples hardening as she felt my cock between her tits, my fingers pinching and pulling at them.

The sensation was overwhelming, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she tried to process the pleasure coursing through her.

"Aaaah... J-Jack..." she whimpered, her voice trembling, her eyes squeezing shut as she tried to block out the sensation of my cock against her skin.

But then, as I pinched her nipple harder, pulling it up, she let out a sharp, desperate cry. "Aaaaaaaah—! Fuck...!" her voice breaking, her body jerking as the sensation overwhelmed her. "N-No... wait... I am... cumming... Aaaaaaaaah—!"

And then, it happened.

Jayden squirted hard, her body trembling in an orgasmic state, her juices gushing from her pussy in a violent flood, soaking the bed beneath her.

The sound of her squirt was obscene, mixed with her desperate moans, her body shaking as her orgasm tore through her.

The sensation was intense, overwhelming, her pussy clenching as her juices dripped down her thighs, pooling on the bed.

She blushed, hiding her face in the pillow, her voice muffled as she whimpered in shame. "N-No... please..." she muttered, her voice trembling, her fingers clutching at the fabric as if she couldn’t bear to face me, to face what she had done.

I chuckled, the sound dark and amused, my cock still throbbing between her tits, dripping with pre-cum, glistening with her juices. "I didn’t expect my Detective Jayden..." I murmured, my voice a dark purr, teasing, possessive.

"To have sensitive nipples..." I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear, my breath hot against her skin. "Or to squirt like a whore... just from me playing with them..."

Jayden whimpered, her body still trembling, her face still hidden in the pillow, her voice muffled. "I-I didn’t..." she muttered, her voice trembling, her fingers clutching at the fabric as if she couldn’t bear to face me.

But the way her body trembled, the way her nipples hardened, told me everything I needed to know.

She wanted it. And I would give it to her—again and again.

I pulled my cock from her cleavage, the tip glistening with her juices, my voice a dark growl. "But I like it..." I murmured, my fingers tracing her nipples, teasing her, torturing her.

"I like that you’re so sensitive... So responsive..." My cock throbbed, aching for release, for her. "And I’m going to make sure you cum like this every time I touch you..."

Jayden whimpered, her body trembling, her face still hidden in the pillow. But the way her body trembled, the way her nipples hardened, the way her pussy clenched, told me everything.

She wanted it. And I would give it to her—over and over, until she begged for it, until she couldn’t live without it.