Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 628: Horny Old Hag 2

The old lady stood there, stunned, her skirt pooled around her ankles, her thick thighs exposed, the white of her panties now stained with the damp evidence of her arousal.

The realization struck me as I studied the old woman’s face—her flushed cheeks, the way her breath hitched. It had to be the Scent of Lust.

She swallowed, her tongue darting out to wet her dry lips, her fingers twitching at her sides like she was fighting the urge to reach out and touch.

"N-No—!" The old lady tried to step back, but Emily’s grip tightened, her nails digging in.

"Aw, don’t be embarrassed," Emily cooed, her free hand wrapping around my cock, stroking it slowly, her thumb over the tip. "It’s natural." She pressed the head against the old lady’s thigh, leaving a sticky, shiny mark on her skin.

"You heard how good it sounds..." She rocked her hips, her pussy glistening, aching. "How wet I get..." Her voice dropped, conspiratorial. "Did you touch yourself, Grandma? While you listened to me scream?"

The old lady’s breath hitched, her chest heaving beneath that stretched-out blouse, her huge, sagging tits pressing against the fabric like they were begging to spill free.

Sweat glistened between them, her hard, desperate nipples poking through, begging for a mouth, a tongue, anything to ease the ache. Her face wasn’t just flushed—it was fucking ruined, her lips parted, her tongue darting out to wet them like she was already tasting what she craved.

Emily leaned in, her breath hot against the old lady’s ear, her voice a poisoned whisper. "Tell me the fucking truth, grandma." Her hand tightened around my cock, the condom creaking under the pressure, the bulging head pushing against the old lady’s stomach, leaving another sticky mark on her blouse.

"Or..." Emily’s fingers traced the throbbing vein along my shaft, making my cock jump beneath the latex. "I’ll let him fuck me right here in front of you... and you can watch that dry, useless cunt of yours clench while you pretend you don’t want to be on your knees like the desperate slut you are."

The old lady’s nostrils flared, her thighs pressing together like she was trying to stifle something. "Y-You bitch—" Her voice cracked, but there was no real anger in it. Just need. Just fucking hunger.

Then—

Her hand shot out.

Her rough, calloused fingers gripped Emily’s wrist and shoved her aside—not hard, not violent, but with purpose. With fucking intent.

Emily stumbled, her eyes widening in shock. "Oh—fuck—" She didn’t get to finish.

The old lady wasn’t listening.

She was moving.

Closer.

Her gaze locked onto my cock—still rock-hard, the condom stretched so fucking tight it was almost see-through, the veins beneath pulsing like a heartbeat.

"M-Mmm..." A broken, needful sound escaped her before she could stop it, her lips parting, her tongue flicking out like she was already tasting me.

And then—

She dropped.

Thud.

Her knees hit the fucking floor, her hands slapping against her thighs for balance, her breath coming in short, raging gasps. Her huge tits spilled forward, her blouse straining, the fabric clinging to the sweat on her skin, the dark patch of her nipples visible through the thin material.

"F-Fuck..." She whimpered, her eyes glued to my cock, her mouth watering.

Emily’s shock melted into a fucking grin. "Ohhh, grandma." She purred, her voice dripping with triumph.

"So that’s what you wanted, huh? To see what a real cock looks like?" She stepped closer, her fingers trailing down my shaft, squeezing just enough to make the condom creak. "Bet that dried-up husband of yours never filled you up like this."

The old lady’s face burned, but she didn’t look away.

She couldn’t.

Her fingers twitched, creeping closer, closer—until her knuckles brushed against the condom, her breath hitching as she felt the heat of me through the latex.

"M-Mmm... So big—" Her voice was thick, slurred with need. "I-I bet it hurts—"

Emily’s laugh was a razor, low and cruel, slicing through the heavy air between them. "Oh, Grandma." She leaned down, her naked body pressing against the Lady’s trembling body, her lips brushing the shell of her ear.

The scent of sex—sweat, cum, need—wrapped around them, thick and suffocating. "It hurts so good." Her hand tightened around my cock, stroking slowly, the condom groaning under the pressure, the latex straining against my throbbing veins. "You want to find out, don’t you?"

Lady’s tongue darted out again, wetting her lips—full, pink, parted in anticipation. Her eyes flickered up, dark and hungry, before dropping back to my cock—still hard, still weeping, the head swollen and angry behind the thin latex. "I—I shouldn’t—" Her voice was a whisper, broken, but there was no conviction in it. Only need.

"But you will." Emily’s voice was a command, a promise, her breath hot against the old lady’s ear. "Because you need it." She pressed the head of my cock against Jasmine’s lips, the latex sticky with precome, the heat of me seeping through.

"Open wide, Grandma." Her fingers tangled in the lady’s hair, yanking just enough to tilt her head back, exposing the long, pale line of her throat. "Let’s see if that mouth still works."

Old lady’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her huge tits heaving beneath her blouse. For a second, it looked like she might resist—like she might pull away, deny it all.

Then—

"I am not your Grandma." Her voice was raw, rough—not angry, but desperate. "I am Jasmine."

Emily froze.

For the first time, her smirk faltered—just for a second—before twisting into something darker. More predatory.

"Jasmine." She tasted the name, rolling it on her tongue like it was something dirty. "Mmmmm—so that’s your name." Her fingers tightened in Jasmine’s hair, yanking her closer, her lips brushing her ear again.

"And what do you want, Jasmine?" Her hand stroked my cock again, slow, deliberate, the condom creaking. "Do you want to know what it feels like..." She pressed the head against Jasmine’s lips again, harder this time. "...to be filled up properly?"

Jasmine’s lips parted—just a little—her tongue flicking out to taste the salt of my precome through the latex. "I.... I haven’t—" Her voice cracked. "Not in years—"

Emily chuckled, low and knowing. "Years?" She leaned back just enough to look Jasmine in the eyes, her gaze dark and gleaming.

"Then it’s time you remembered what a real cock feels like." Her hand slid down, cupping Jasmine’s chin, forcing her to look at me—at my cock, throbbing, needy, the condom straining to contain me.