Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 1262: Saki: "Don’t Open the Door"

Saki’s head fell back against the door with a sharp, broken cry.

"Aaaaaah... don’t suck so hard...!"

I ignored the protest completely. My hands were locked under the heavy, soft cheeks of her ass, fingers digging deep into the thick flesh as I held her up against the door.

My mouth stayed sealed over her hairy, dripping cunt, sucking her swollen clit with long, greedy pulls.

Every hard suction made wet, filthy slurp sounds that echoed in the small study. My tongue flicked and circled the sensitive nub between sucks, then flattened and dragged through her soaked folds, collecting every drop of her cream.

Saki’s thighs trembled hard around my head. Her fingers tightened in my hair as another louder moan spilled out of her, barely muffled.

"Nnngh... Jack... aah... it’s too much... your mouth... aaaaah...!"

I kept going—sucking harder, deeper, burying my face fully between her legs while her full weight rested on my shoulders and the grip I had on my ass.

The thick cheeks overflowed my hands; I squeezed and spread them as I ate her, letting my tongue push inside her entrance for a moment before returning to her clit.

Then I changed tactics.

I trapped her swollen, throbbing clit between my lips and bit down just hard enough—firm, deliberate pressure with my lips and the edges of my teeth—while sucking at the same time. The dual sensation of the bite and the hard suction made Saki’s entire body jolt.

Her voice cracked into pure panic and pleasure.

"Wait—Jack—don’t—wait a minute—I can’t hold it—aaaaaaaaaaah...!"

I pulled my mouth away just long enough to growl against her soaked, hairy folds, voice low and vulgar so only she could hear.

"Then don’t hold it, Aunt Saki. Squirt all over my face like the dirty married slut you are. Your husband’s right outside... let’s see if you can stay quiet while you flood my mouth."

Her thighs clamped around my head like a vice. Her back arched hard against the door. A second later, a powerful, sudden spray of clear fluid erupted from her cunt straight into my open, waiting mouth.

Saki squirted hard—wave after wave of warm, watery cum flooding over my tongue, my lips, my chin. It kept coming in strong, rhythmic pulses as her whole body shook violently in my arms. Her moans turned into broken, trembling cries that she tried desperately to stifle against the back of her hand.

"Aaaaah—nnngh—I’m squirting—Jack—your mouth—aaaaah...! It’s too much—I can’t stop—nnngh...!"

I kept my lips locked around her clit through every spurt, drinking what I could and letting the rest run down my chin and drip onto the floor while her thick ass trembled in my hands and her hairy pussy continued to spasm and spray. Between swallows I teased her again, voice muffled against her cunt.

"That’s it... keep squirting. Soak my face while your husband sits out there watching TV. Does it feel good knowing he has no idea his wife is cumming this hard on another man’s tongue?"

Just as the strongest wave hit her, a knock sounded on the study door—right against her back.

Yamamoto’s voice came through, casual and slightly concerned.

"Saki? Everything okay in there? I thought I heard something."

Saki’s eyes flew wide with pure horror even as another residual squirt pulsed out of her onto my tongue. Her body was still shaking, thighs still locked around my head, face burning red with embarrassment and leftover orgasm.

She struggled to force her voice into something normal while I continued to slowly lick and suck the last of her juices, refusing to let her down.

"Y-yes... everything is fine..." she managed, voice high and shaky. "Just... discussing the case... aah—!"

I sucked her clit again, hard, and she almost slipped.

"Nnngh—Jack, stop—he’s right there—aaaaah...!"

I chuckled against her dripping pussy, the vibration making her hips twitch.

"Then you’d better stay quiet, Aunt Saki. One more loud moan and he might open the door... and see exactly how his wife looks when she’s squirting all over my face."

Another small aftershock made her hips jerk against my mouth.

She bit her lip hard, trying to stay silent while her husband stood right on the other side of the thin door, completely unaware that his wife’s squirt was still dripping down my chin and that I was still leisurely cleaning every last drop from her trembling, hairy cunt.

I finally pulled my mouth back, but I kept her pinned against the door a moment longer, her full weight still sitting on my shoulders, her soaked, hairy pussy only inches from my face. Thick strands of her clear squirt still clung to my lips and chin. Saki’s thighs were shaking, her breathing ragged and shallow as she stared down at me with wide, panicked eyes.

Yamamoto knocked again, louder this time.

"Saki... can you open the door? I brought you guys some water..."

I slowly lowered her to the floor. Her legs were unsteady; she had to brace one hand against the door to stay upright.

The torn fabric of her pants still hung open around her hips, her glistening, freshly sucked cunt completely exposed. I straightened up, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and spoke in a calm, professional tone just loud enough for her husband to hear if he was listening closely.

"Mrs. Saki, you sit. I’ll open the door for you."

Saki’s face went pure white with panic. She grabbed my wrist immediately, fingers digging in hard, voice a desperate whisper.

"What do you want to do...?!"

I looked at her with a slow, filthy little smile, still tasting her on my tongue.

"I can’t let your husband keep waiting..."

The second she realized I was actually reaching for the lock, Saki lunged. Both hands shot out and grabbed the front of my suit jacket, yanking me back toward her with surprising strength. Her body pressed flush against mine, still trembling, still dripping.

"Don’t...!" she hissed under her breath, eyes wide with real fear and leftover arousal. "Jack, don’t you dare open that door—my pants are torn, I’m soaked, your face is still wet with me—he’ll know everything...!"

Her fingers stayed locked in my jacket, holding me in place while her husband waited just outside with the water, completely unaware of the state his wife was in.