Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 1250: Kasumi Fights Back 2

Around us, the others stirred at the noise. Tomiko’s hand slid possessively over my chest. Haruna and Yuko shifted closer, half-asleep but clearly listening to the wet sounds of their mother riding my cock in the dark. Kasumi didn’t care.

She kept moving—lifting, dropping, grinding—using her pussy like a hungry mouth, trying to suck every last drop from me with her deepest walls while I bit her nipples and let her use me.

"Fuck... Oka-san... your cunt is still so tight... aaaaah... keep sucking me in like that..." I groaned, hips twitching upward to meet her downward thrusts.

Every time she bottomed out, I felt the soft pressure of her cervix against the head of my cock, and every time she clenched, I felt another thick pulse of precum forced out of me and into her already flooded womb.

Kasumi only moaned louder at first, hips never stopping, but the moment she realized how clearly every wet sound carried in the quiet bedroom, she clamped one hand tightly over her own mouth.

Kasumi’s eyes squeezed shut in pure embarrassed desperation as she started moving harder—wild, uncontrolled rolls and bounces that made her heavy tits slap against my chest with every downward thrust.

She rode me as she had completely lost control. Her soft, cum-filled pussy slammed down onto my cock again and again, taking every thick inch to the hilt before lifting almost all the way off and dropping with a wet, filthy schlick.

The hand over her mouth muffled the high, broken cries that kept trying to escape, turning them into desperate, choked whimpers and moans that still leaked out between her fingers.

"Mmmph—nnngh—mmmph...!"

Her hips moved in frantic, needy circles, grinding her swollen clit against my base every time she bottomed out. Cream and leftover cum frothed around the cock, dripping down my balls and soaking the sheets.

She clutched her mouth harder, tears of overwhelmed pleasure gathering at the corners of her eyes as she fucked herself on me with complete abandon—fast, deep, messy strokes that made the whole bed creak.

I gripped her soft ass with both hands and started meeting her wild rhythm, slamming upward every time she dropped.

The wet, meaty sound of our bodies colliding filled the room. Kasumi’s muffled screams vibrated against her palm; her free hand clawed at my shoulder as her pussy clenched and fluttered violently around my cock.

She kept going—harder, faster—hips snapping up and down in a desperate, almost frantic pace while she tried (and failed) to keep herself quiet. Every time my cock punched against her cervix she let out another stifled, slutty cry into her hand, body shaking, cream spraying out around the thick cock with every rough bounce.

From beside us came Tomiko’s sleepy, irritated mutter:

"Can you guys... take it somewhere else... I really wanna go to sleep..."

The moment Kasumi heard her little sister’s complaint, her already-wild movements turned even more frantic. Her pussy clamped down like a fist around me.

The sudden, brutal squeeze combined with her desperate grinding pushed me straight over the edge. I slammed up one last time, burying every inch as deep as it would go, and flooded her womb again—thick, heavy ropes of cum pumping straight into her while she came with a long, muffled scream against her own hand.

Her walls fluttered and milked me through every pulse, hips still twitching and grinding through the orgasm even as she kept her mouth tightly covered. Only when the last spurt left me did she finally collapse onto my chest, completely spent, hand still half-covering her lips, chest heaving.

"I can’t move now..." she panted, voice soft, ruined, and still shaking.

The next morning I woke alone.

The bed was empty. The sheets were a mess of dried cum and the faint scent of sex. I sat up, stretched, then headed for the shower. Hot water washed away the night’s evidence. I dressed in clean clothes and walked out into the living room.

Freya was on the sofa, cradling little Eleanor in her arms. The baby was latched on, nursing quietly, one tiny hand resting against Freya’s soft breast. Freya looked up when she heard me and gave a small, warm smile.

I leaned down and kissed her on the lips, slow and affectionate.

"Good morning, Mama Freya."

Freya’s cheeks turned pink, but her eyes were soft.

"Good morning, Papa Jack."

From the kitchen doorway, Jasmine and Gabriela stood with their arms crossed, both looking tired and thoroughly unimpressed. Across the room, Kasumi, Tomiko, Haruna, and Yuko were already awake—hair messy, wearing only light robes, clearly still feeling the previous night.

Jasmine raised an eyebrow.

"You guys were so loud... we couldn’t fall asleep."

Gabriela nodded, rubbing her temple.

"The walls aren’t that thick, you know."

Kasumi’s face went bright red. She looked away, trying to hide behind her coffee cup.

"...It’s all Jack’s fault," she muttered.

Tomiko snorted under her breath, still walking a little carefully after the night’s activities. Every step made her subtly shift her weight, the lingering stretch in her ass and the slow trickle of leftover cum between her cheeks clearly still present.

Haruna and Yuko just exchanged glances and stayed quiet, though both of them were also faintly blushing—Haruna’s thighs pressed together a little tighter than usual, Yuko’s fingers idly tracing the rim of her coffee cup as if she could still feel the phantom pressure of being held up and fucked in the air.

I only chuckled, voice low and unapologetic.

"Yeah, yeah... It’s my fault for making you all moan like that."

I walked over to Freya and rested a hand on her shoulder. Eleanor continued nursing peacefully, tiny mouth latched, one small fist resting against the soft curve of Freya’s breast. Freya leaned into my touch just slightly, still pink-cheeked from the earlier "Mama Freya / Papa Jack" exchange.

That was when I noticed Jayden.

She was sitting on the far end of the sofa, knees pressed tightly together, hands folded in her lap. Her cheeks were faintly flushed, and she kept her eyes mostly down, though every now and then they flicked toward the group of women who still carried the clear afterglow of the previous night.

She looked like she had heard more than enough through the walls and was trying very hard not to show how affected she still was.

Tomiko stretched her arms above her head, the motion making her robe slip just enough to show the faint bite marks on her collarbone, then sighed.

"Jack... I need to get back to Japan. The company needs me. I came here uninformed... basically just disappeared for a few days."