Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 1295: Yuko Can’t Stop Staring at the Cock

Claire was panting hard, her chest rising and falling rapidly, soft tits still marked from the earlier pinching. Each shaky breath made her stomach flutter.

My cock continued to pulse deep inside her, the last thick ropes of cum spurting directly against her cervix and flooding her womb. Her inner walls fluttered and squeezed around the spurting length, milking every drop while soft, broken whimpers escaped her lips between pants.

"Haaah... haaah... so deep... still cumming... haaah..."

Yelena stayed on top of her, pinning her wrists, watching with a flushed, triumphant, openly mocking smile as Claire took the full load. The corners of her mouth curled higher every time another pulse of cum forced a fresh whimper from Claire.

I held myself buried for several long seconds, letting the final throbs empty completely into her. Then, slowly, I began to pull out.

The thick cock slid free with a wet, filthy schlick. The moment the swollen head popped out of Claire’s stretched pussy, a heavy flood of white semen followed.

Thick, creamy cum poured from her open hole in a continuous, glistening stream, overflowing her folds and running down the crack of her ass onto the sheets in long, sticky strands. More kept pulsing out with every aftershock of Claire’s fluttering walls.

Claire’s panting grew louder and more ragged as she felt the sudden emptiness and the warm flood leaving her.

"Haaah... haaah... it’s coming out... so much... haaah... I can feel it leaking... haaah..."

Yelena’s mocking smile widened. She looked down at Claire’s ruined, overflowing pussy and then at the thick cream still pouring out, voice soft and full of wicked satisfaction.

"Look at that... your ’tighter’ pussy couldn’t hold any of it. It’s all flooding out already... what a messy little hole."

All the women stared.

Kasumi’s voice was soft and stunned, her own thighs still wet from squirting.

"So much..."

Tomiko’s eyes were wide, lips parted.

"It’s still coming out... look how full she was..."

Yuko whispered, cheeks burning.

"It’s dripping so thick..."

Haruna bit her lip, staring at the creamy mess pouring from Claire’s pussy.

"He really pumped her womb full..."

Jayden’s voice trembled.

"It’s flooding out... there’s so much..."

Claire lay there panting hard, legs still spread, the open hole of her lingerie framing the ruined, cum-filled pussy as more white seed continued to leak out in heavy pulses. Her chest heaved with every shaky breath.

Yelena remained straddling her, that same mocking smile never leaving her face as she watched the thick cream spill from the hole she had forced my cock into, while the rest of the room—still dripping with their own squirt—could not look away from the messy, overflowing proof of how deeply Claire had been filled.

I chuckled low, the sound rough with leftover heat.

"Hmm..."

Still standing over Claire, I let the thick, cum-slick head of my cock rest against her swollen, hypersensitive clit. Then I began tapping it—slow, heavy, deliberate.

Thap... thap... thap...

Each wet, sticky impact made Claire’s hips jerk. A fresh, broken whimper escaped her every time the sticky head kissed her oversensitive nub. More of my thick cum continued to leak from her stretched, ruined pussy with every tiny movement, running down in creamy strands.

Thap... thap...

"Haaah... nngh... don’t... it’s still sensitive..." Claire panted, thighs trembling.

I kept tapping a few more times, enjoying the lewd, wet sound of my cock head smacking her clit, before finally turning my head to take in the rest of the room.

Tomiko, Kasumi, Yuko, Haruna, Jayden, and the others stood with flushed faces and shining wetness running down their thighs all the way to their ankles. Their open lingerie left nothing hidden; the evidence of their earlier squirting orgasms glistened under the light, sticky trails coating their soft skin.

I raised an eyebrow, voice laced with amused mockery.

"What... how old are you guys? Did you all piss yourselves?"

Kasumi’s face burned a deeper red. She crossed her arms over her chest even though the open holes of her lingerie made the gesture completely useless, and shot back with flustered defiance.

"Who pissed...? It’s obviously you...!"

I stepped closer, still fully hard, the thick cock glistening with a mix of Claire’s juices, Yelena’s ass, and my own thick cum.

I closed the distance until the hot, sticky head of my cock pressed firmly against the soft curve of Kasumi’s lower stomach, right above the open hole that framed her dripping pussy.

The heat of it radiated through the thin fabric and directly onto her skin. A thin string of cum and juices connected the tip to her soft flesh.

Kasumi gasped sharply. Her body jerked as if the contact burned her. A soft, involuntary hiss escaped her lips; her thighs clenched tighter even as a fresh, glossy trickle of her own wetness slid down her leg and joined the earlier mess at her ankle.

The rest of the women watched in heated silence, eyes fixed on the place where my thick, messy cock rested against their Oka-san’s stomach, the air still thick with the heavy scent of sex, squirt, and fresh cum.

Yuko stepped forward, cheeks still flushed, the open holes of her lingerie leaving her stiff nipples and glistening pussy fully on display. Wet trails of her earlier squirt still shone on her inner thighs.

"Don’t bully Mom..."

I turned my head toward her, the thick, cum-slick head of my cock still resting against Kasumi’s soft lower stomach.

I kept the contact deliberate, feeling Oka-san’s quick, nervous breathing under the hot, sticky pressure. A small smear of white cum transferred onto the soft skin of her belly.

"How am I bullying Oka-san...?" I asked, voice calm and slightly amused. My eyes moved slowly between Yuko’s embarrassed face and Kasumi’s burning one. "Or..."

I paused, letting the silence stretch just long enough for the implication to sink in. The wet heat of my cock continued to press against Kasumi’s stomach.

"...do you want me to bully you instead?"

Haruna’s soft, wicked chuckle cut through the heated air. She was still standing with her own thighs wet, the open lingerie doing nothing to hide how aroused she remained. A fresh droplet of her earlier squirt slid down the inside of her thigh.

"It’s obvious Sister Yuko is getting impatient for her husband’s cock..."

Kasumi’s gasp was sharp and flustered. Yuko’s face turned an even deeper red, her mouth opening as if to protest, but no words came out. Her eyes flicked down for a second to the thick cock still pressed against her mother’s soft stomach, then quickly away.

The rest of the women watched the exchange in charged silence, the thick scent of sex, fresh cum, and their own squirt still heavy in the room while my cock remained pressed against Oka-san’s stomach like a silent, sticky claim—still twitching, still wet, still very much ready.