Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 608: Flight Back Home

I sent the luggage to the storage system while Julie and Hannah changed into their outfits, getting ready to leave. I followed suit, slipping into a tailored suit before we headed straight to Yuko’s apartment.

Hannah had already called Haruna, asking her to meet us downstairs, so by the time we arrived, both Haruna and Yuko were waiting outside. I parked the car and stepped out—only to find Yuko staring at me in stunned silence, her eyes fixed on my suit.

Before I could react, Haruna rushed forward, throwing her arms around me and planting a kiss on my cheek. "Jack, you’re finally here!" she exclaimed.

Yuko snapped out of her daze with a sharp "Haruna!"—her voice laced with something unreadable. Avoiding my gaze entirely, she shoved her luggage toward me without a word, then climbed into the backseat beside Haruna and Hannah. I loaded the bags into the trunk and slid into the driver’s seat.

From the front, Yuko turned to Julie, her voice hesitant. "Aunt Julie, I’m sorry—because of Haruna, I—"

Julie cut her off with a warm smile. "It’s okay. Haruna’s like my daughter. I’m not angry at her—or at you. You don’t have to worry..."

The last of the tension dissolved into breathy laughter as I steered the car onto the private runway. Haruna, Hannah, and Yuko let out synchronized gasps when the sleek jet came into view—none of them had expected .

Haruna’s fingers pressed against the window like a child seeing candy for the first time, while Yuko’s lips parted slightly, her throat working as she swallowed. I caught the way her eyes flicked to my hands on the wheel, then darted away.

We boarded quickly—the girls dispersing like excited birds while the crew loaded the luggage.

Yuko lingered near the back, her fingers tracing the buttery leather of a seat, her hips swaying just enough to make the fabric of her dress cling to the curve of her ass. I sat first, patting the space beside me. "Sister Yuko... is something bothering you?"

Her thoughts spilled into my mind, unguarded:

She wet her lips.

I let my gaze drag over her—slow, deliberate—before leaning in. My voice dropped to a rough murmur. Her breath hitched. I reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from her shoulder. My fingers grazed the bare skin of her collarbone, and her pulse jumped beneath my touch.

Yuko’s cheeks flushed.

Haruna, ever the little devil, chose that moment to pounce. She didn’t just sit on my lap—she , her ass landing right against the growing heat between my thighs. The impact made me bite back a groan. Her skirt rode up, the lace edge of her panties peeking out as she wiggled to get comfortable.

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I kept my face neutral, but my cock twitched, thickening against the inside of her thigh. Haruna’s eyes sparkled with mischief—she knew. The little brat shifted again, a tiny roll of her hips, and I had to clench my jaw to keep from reacting. No one else could see from their angles—Julie was chatting with Hannah up front, oblivious—but Yuko’s gaze snapped to where Haruna’s ass pressed against me.

"Haruna!" Yuko hissed, her voice tight. "Aunt Julie is right there! Have some decency! This is not your home."

Haruna just grinned, leaning back against my chest. Her fingers toyed with the buttons of my shirt. " sister~ does that mean I could sit with Jack at home?" She tilted her head, batting her lashes. "Don’t go back on your words."

Yuko’s face burned. "W-When did I—? That’s not—!"

Haruna’s thoughts were a smug purr:

She didn’t— time. But she let her hand drift lower, her pinky brushing the bulge straining against my slacks. My cock jerked, and I had to school my breathing. Yuko’s eyes were glued to the movement, her throat bobbing as she swallowed hard.

Yuko’s thoughts spiraled, her stomach twisting as Haruna gave another subtle roll of her hips against Jack’s lap. The way his breath hitched—just for a second—wasn’t lost on her. Neither was the way his fingers flexed against Haruna’s thigh, like he was fighting the urge to grip her harder.

I caught Haruna’s wrist before she could pull away, my thumb pressing slow, deliberate circles over her pulse point. The skin there was fever-hot. I murmured, my voice low enough that only she could hear.

Yuko’s breath came faster, shallow little gasps that made her chest rise and fall in a way that was .

Haruna suddenly stood, stretching her arms above her head with a catlike arch of her back. she announced, her voice sickly sweet.

As she moved behind Yuko, her fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties—and in one fluid motion, she , letting the lace dangle from her fingertips.

Julie and Hannah also noticed it. The damp spot on the crotch was unmistakable, the fabric clinging to the shape of her lips. My cock throbbed, pressing painfully against my zipper.

Haruna’s eyes locked onto mine, her tongue darting out to wet her lower lip. Then she curled her finger, beckoning me toward the bathroom.