Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 1265: Married Asshole on Display

Yamamoto wrinkled his nose as he crouched by the small puddle near the door.

"Strange... this water has a strange smell... I should wipe it clean..."

The moment the words left his mouth, Saki’s head jerked back under the desk. My cock slipped free of her throat with a wet, filthy pop, a thick string of saliva and precum snapping between her swollen lips and the glistening head.

She froze for half a second, eyes wide with pure panic, then scrambled back up into her chair as quietly as she could. Her cheeks were burning, lips shiny and slightly puffy, the front of her torn pants still open and damp under the desk.

She clamped her thighs together hard, smoothed her expression into something serious, and immediately started shuffling the random A4 sheets in front of her as if she had never left the chair.

Yamamoto turned away from the puddle and looked at the two of us, still completely oblivious.

"I’ll clean it up. You guys do your work."

He straightened, wiped his fingers on his trousers with a mild look of distaste, and headed out of the study toward the kitchen, muttering about possible leaks and strange smells. The door remained wide open behind him as his footsteps faded down the hall.

The second he was far enough away, I moved.

I lunged across the small space, grabbed Saki by the waist, and threw her forward onto the low daybed that sat against the far wall of the study.

She landed on her hands and knees with a startled gasp, the sudden force making her heavy tits swing beneath her. Before she could twist around or protest, I was already behind her.

My hands locked onto the ruined fabric of her pants—already torn open at the front from earlier—and yanked hard.

The thin material ripped further with a sharp, satisfying sound, splitting wider across both cheeks until the entire soft, heavy mass of her married ass was completely bare. The last scraps of fabric hung uselessly around her thighs, exposing everything.

I gripped both thick, soft cheeks with both hands and spread them wide apart. The deep cleft opened under my fingers, revealing the tight, wrinkled pink hole nestled between.

Saki’s asshole was small and neat, the rim slightly darker than the surrounding skin, clenched tightly shut in instinctive reaction to being so suddenly exposed.

A few fine, dark hairs circled the outer edge, and the skin around it looked soft and sensitive. Below it, her hairy pussy was still swollen and glistening from everything I had done to her earlier.

I leaned in close, face only inches away, and inhaled deeply.

The warm, intimate scent of her asshole filled my nose—musky, slightly sweet, purely her. It was the private, heated smell of a mature woman’s most hidden place, mixed with the faint residual scent of her earlier arousal.

I breathed it in again, slower, letting the full scent of her exposed hole sink into me while I kept her cheeks spread open with my thumbs.

Saki’s entire body jerked the moment she felt my breath against that sensitive rim.

"J-Jack...! Wait—what are you— that’s my asshole...!" she whispered frantically, voice high with pure surprised embarrassment.

"Don’t... don’t look at it so closely... nnngh... and don’t sniff it like that... it’s dirty... the door is still open... my husband could come back any second...!"

I ignored the protest. Still holding her thick cheeks wide, I dragged the flat of my tongue in one long, slow, filthy lick right over the tightly clenched rim.

The wrinkled skin fluttered under the wet contact. The taste was clean and warm, slightly salty. Saki’s back arched hard, and a sharp, shocked moan burst out of her before she could stop it.

"Aah—! You’re licking it—Jack, you’re licking my asshole—nnngh...! The door is wide open... if Yamamoto walks back right now, he’ll see everything... aah...!"

I licked again, slower this time, pressing my tongue firmly against the small hole and swirling around the rim in wet, deliberate circles.

The tight muscle twitched and clenched under every pass of my tongue. I pointed the tip and pushed lightly against the center; the rim resisted for a second before yielding just enough for the tip of my tongue to press inside the hot, narrow entrance.

Saki’s hands fisted the daybed sheets. Her thighs trembled violently.

"Fuuuck... your tongue is going in—aah... Jack, stop... my asshole is too sensitive... no one’s ever put their tongue there before... nnngh... it feels so dirty... so embarrassing... aah...! He could walk in any second... the door is open... he’ll see your face buried in my ass...!"

I kept going without mercy—long, wet strokes over and around the tight hole, occasional pointed thrusts that made the pink rim stretch and flutter open around my tongue, all while my hands kept her heavy cheeks spread as wide as they would go.

The wet, intimate sounds of my tongue working her asshole filled the quiet study.

Every time my tongue pushed a little deeper or swirled harder against the sensitive rim, Saki let out another surprised, broken moan, her hips twitching between trying to pull away and pushing back against my face.

"Jack... nnngh... you’re really licking my ass... aah... it keeps twitching... stop... my husband is only in the kitchen... if he comes back and sees you with your face buried in my asshole while the door is wide open... aah...! Jack, please... anyone could walk past... nnngh...!"

I only spread her wider and buried my tongue deeper, tasting every inch of that tight, wrinkled married hole while she moaned and trembled on her hands and knees in front of me, the open doorway a constant, dangerous reminder that her husband could return at any moment.

Her asshole clenched hard around the tip of my tongue—tight, rhythmic spasms that tried to push me out even as the rim fluttered and yielded.

The tiny hole squeezed and released in panicked little pulses, the wrinkled pink skin bunching and relaxing with every shocked breath she took.

I pulled my tongue back just far enough to watch it twitch, then gathered a thick mouthful of spit and let it drop in a long, heavy strand right onto the center of her clenched hole.

The warm saliva landed with a soft wet sound and immediately began to trickle down the rim, making the tight entrance glisten.

"Look at that," I murmured against her skin, voice low and filthy. "Your married asshole is clenching so tight it’s trying to suck my tongue back in. Even while you’re begging me to stop because the door is open... it’s still twitching for more."