Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 610: Cum Dripping From Haruna

Haruna’s fingers trembled as she pulled her soaked panties back up, the lace clinging to her swollen, cum-drenched pussy. A fresh droplet of my release tried to escape, but she pressed the fabric against herself, trapping the warmth inside. Her breath hitched as she adjusted them, the friction making her whimper.

"I’m going first," I murmured, my voice a low, rough growl. "Otherwise, sister Yuko might start asking too many questions," I smirked, watching as she nodded, her cheeks still flushed, her lips bruised from sucking me off. "You come out after. And act innocent."

Haruna pouted, but her eyes sparkled with mischief. "But what if she asks me what we were doing?" she whispered, her fingers tracing the damp fabric between her legs. "Should I tell her the truth? That my boyfriend just ruin my pussy in the airplane bathroom?"

I chuckled darkly, adjusting my pants—my cock still half-hard, the fabric straining. "You dare, and I’ll make sure you can’t sit down for the rest of the flight."

She bit her lip, her grin widening. "Promise?"

I opened the door and stepped out, the cool air of the cabin hitting me. Julie and Hannah’s eyes locked onto me instantly, their smirks knowing. Julie’s gaze flicked down to my crotch, lingering for a second before meeting my eyes, her lips curling in amusement. Hannah’s tongue darted out, wetting her lower lip, her fingers tapping against her thigh like she was imagining being in that bathroom with us.

I sat back in my seat, my body still humming from the rough fuck, my cock half-hard and aching for more. The plane’s engine droned in the background, but all I could focus on was the scent of sex still clinging to the air—and the way Julie and Hannah’s eyes burned into me, their smirks knowing.

Then—

Yuko sniffed again, her nose wrinkling in disgust. "Hm..." She leaned forward, her brows furrowing. "What is this... weird smell? It’s like... fish, but... sweeter? Almost like..." She trailed off, her eyes darting around the cabin before landing on me.

My blood ran cold.

Haruna’s cum-stained panties were still clinging to her, the fabric soaked with my release, the scent of sex thick in the air. And Yuko—innocent, oblivious Yuko—had no idea what she was actually smelling.

I smirked, crossing my arms behind my head. "Well, I just had some fish snacks with the pilot earlier," I said, my voice deliberately casual. "You know how those things reek."

Hannah giggled, her hand flying to her mouth as she tried—and failed—to stifle her laughter. "Yeah, those tiny fish crackers," she said, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "They stink."

Yuko’s eyes flicked to me, her expression skeptical. "Fish snacks? With the pilot?"

I shrugged, leaning back in my seat, my voice dripping with false innocence. "Yeah. He had some dried squid too. Said it was a good luck charm or something." I smirked. "Wanted to try some. Guess it lingers."

Yuko’s gaze narrowed. "You ate squid in the cockpit? While we were waiting?"

"Mmm, not just ate," Julie purred, her voice slick with innuendo. "I bet he savored it."

Hannah snorted, her hand flying to her mouth as she lost it, her shoulders shaking.

Yuko’s face flushed crimson. "That’s... weird."

Then—

The bathroom door creaked open.

Haruna stepped out, her legs clenched together, her walk unstable—like she could still feel me inside her. Julie and Hannah immediately shot her a knowing glance, their eyes flicking down to her thighs—where the damp spot on her skirt was unmistakable.

Haruna sat down next to Yuko, her legs pressing together before—deliberately—she let them part just enough.

Julie’s and Hannah’s eyes locked onto the reveal—

Haruna’s cum-stained panties were visible, the lace dark with my release, a fresh drip of cum oozing out from between her lips, glistening in the cabin lights.

Yuko sat rigid in her seat, her fingers clutching the armrest, completely unaware of the filth seeping from her sister beside her. The scent of sex still clung to the air—thick, musky, unmistakable—but she mistook it for something else, her nose wrinkling in confusion.

Julie’s smirk was predatory, her fingers tracing slow circles around the rim of her wineglass. "Mmm, someone’s been busy," she murmured, her voice just loud enough for me and Hannah to hear. Hannah bit her lip so hard it nearly bled, her thighs pressed tight together, her breath coming in short, needy gasps.

Haruna shifted again, her legs spreading just a little—

—and then—

Yuko turned toward her.

Haruna’s legs slammed shut—

—but not before a thick bead of my cum rolled down her inner thigh, glistening under the cabin lights.

Fuck.

I had to act—fast.

Leaning forward, I cleared my throat, my voice smooth as silk. "Sister Yuko. Aunt Julie." My eyes locked onto theirs, my tone deliberately casual. "You both must be starving. I’ll have the staff bring you something... special."

Julie’s smirk deepened, her gaze flicking to Haruna’s thighs—where the wet spot was still visible, the fabric clinging to her skin. "Oh, I bet it’s special," she purred, her voice dripping with innuendo.

Hannah choked on a laugh, her hand flying to her mouth. "Yeah, something filling," she added, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

Yuko’s brows furrowed. "Filling?"

"Mmm," Julie hummed, swirling her wine. "Something rich. Something that lingers."

Haruna bit her lip, her fingers trembling as she subtly wiped at the cum trickling down her thigh. "Mmm, I love rich things," she murmured, her voice sweet—too sweet.

The staff arrived with the food, and the conversation shifted—laughter, clinking silverware, the clatter of plates.

After dinner, I let myself drift off, the hum of the engine lulling me into a light sleep—

—only to wake up as the plane touched down.

SERA had already arranged the cars. The ride was silent—too silent. The kind of silence that screamed.

And then we arrived.

The third villa—the one no one knew about.

The one I’d bought along with the other 2 villas.

Haruna’s breath hitched as she stepped out of the car, her eyes wide as she took in the sprawling estate. The pool glowed under the moonlight, the water rippling like an invitation. The windows were tinted, the walls soundproof—perfect for the kind of screams I had in mind.