Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 635: Can’t Pull Out

My cock kept pulsing, thick ropes of cum hammering into Jasmine’s womb with obscene, wet slaps. She whimpered, her pussy clenching around me like a fist, her thighs trembling as she tried—and failed—to lift herself off me.

Then—

"Jasmine... Jasmine... where are you?"

The voice was male. Close.

Jasmine’s entire body froze.

Her cunt locked around my cock, her walls strangling me so tight I hissed. "It’s—it’s my husband—" Her voice was a choked whisper, her nails digging into my chest.

Emily’s grin was pure venom.

She moved like a shadow behind the door—hiding, but not before mouthing at me: "Don’t. Fucking. Move."

The footsteps grew louder.

"Jasmine?" The voice was closer now, laced with confusion. "I heard—are you okay?"

Jasmine panicked, her hands slapping against my chest as she tried to push herself up—but her womb was swollen, stuffed with my cum, her cunt suctioned around my cock like a vice. "N-Nno, I—I’m—" She gasped as another spurt of cum painted her insides, her body betraying her. "I’m fine—!"

Emily’s laughter was a silent, shaking thing from behind the door.

The doorknob turned.

"Jasmine, what the hell—?!"

The doorknob turned.

The door creaked open.

And there he stood.

A sloppy, soft-bellied man with a patchy beard, his stomach spilling over his waistband, his eyes wide with disbelief. He froze in the doorway, his mouth hanging open, his breath hitching in his throat.

From where he stood, all he could see was Jasmine’s ass—plump, jiggling, her round asscheeks, her back arched in shameful pleasure, her spine curved as she rode my cock—stuck, trapped, breeding.

But he recognized her.

The birthmark on her lower back. The way her hair curled at the nape of her neck. The sound of her moans—broken, desperate, familiar.

"W-What the fuck—?!" His voice was hoarse, his face twisted between horror and disbelief.

Jasmine’s face burned. "B-Baby, I—I can explain—!" She tugged again, but her pussy refused to let go, her womb clenching around my throbbing cock. A fresh gush of cum spilled out of her, dripping onto the sheets.

Emily stepped out from behind the door, her smirk wicked, her fingers glistening from where she’d been touching herself while watching.

"Oh, old man..." Her voice was sweet poison. "Come here... quickly." She beckoned him closer, her eyes gleaming. "Your wife..." She giggled, pointing at where my cock disappeared inside Jasmine. "She’s stuck."

The husband’s face paled. "W-What—?!"

"Mmm..." Emily sauntered forward, her hand trailing down Jasmine’s spine before slapping her ass—hard. "She took such a big cock..." She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. "Now she can’t get off it."

Jasmine whined, her hips twitching helplessly. "P-Please, baby—it’s not what it—AH!—" She screamed as I flexed my cock inside her, her womb fluttering around the head.

"See?" Emily purred, her fingers dipping into the mess between Jasmine’s thighs before holding them up—glistening with cum and juices—to the husband’s face. "She’s full of him..." She licked her fingers slowly, her eyes locked on his. "Mmm... delicious."

The husband staggered back, his hand flying to his mouth. "J-Jasmine...?"

"I tried to stop—!" Jasmine’s voice cracked, her body shaking as another wave of aftershocks ripped through her. "But—but it feels so—NGH!—" Her back arched as I rolled my hips, grinding my pubic bone against her clit.

"Oh, baby..." Emily cooed, her hand sliding up the husband’s chest. "She loves it..." She pressed him forward until he was right beside his cheating wife. "Don’t you, slut?"

Jasmine sobbed, but her pussy pulsed again, milking me. "Y-Yes—!I’m sorry—! But it hurts so good—!"

The husband’s breathing was ragged, his eyes darting between his wife’s ruined pussy and Emily’s smirking face.

"So..." Emily’s voice was a purr, her fingers tracing the outline of my cock, stretching Jasmine open. "Are you gonna help her..." She leaned in, her lips brushing his neck. "...or are you gonna watch?"

The husband stood frozen, his face a mask of horror and betrayal, his eyes locked on where his wife’s pussy strangled my cock. Jasmine whimpered, her thighs shaking, her juices still dripping down my balls as my cum-filled cock pulsed inside her swollen womb.

Then—

"Mmm, but we’re missing something, aren’t we?" Emily’s voice was sweet, poisonous, her fingers trailing down Jasmine’s spine before hooking into the crack of her ass.

Jasmine tensed. "E-Emily, don’t—!"

"Oh, baby..." Emily grinned, her thumb pressing against Jasmine’s tight, puckered hole. "Your husband should see all of you..." She spread her cheeks wide, exposing the dark, wrinkled ring—clenching, twitching, winking at the air.

"NO—!PLEASE—!" Jasmine sobbed, but her asshole fluttered under Emily’s touch, betraying her.

"Look at this, old man..." Emily purred, her fingers spreading Jasmine’s ass open, stretching the tight hole just enough to make it pulse. "She’s such a filthy slut..." She circled the rim with her thumb, pressing just enough to make Jasmine gasp. "Even with his cock stuffed in her cunt... her ass is begging for more."

The husband choked, his face twisting in disgust and fascination.

"See how it winks at you?" Emily laughed, her finger tapping the tight muscle, making it clench in response. "Mmm... such a good little whore..." She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "I bet she loves it up the ass... don’t you, slut?"

Jasmine whined, her face burning, but her asshole twitched again, desperate. "I—I hate it!"

"Liar," Emily smirked, her finger pressing harder, sinking just the tip inside. "You love it..." She twisted her wrist, making Jasmine moan. "You love being filled... used... ruined..."

"F-FUCK—!" Jasmine’s back arched, her pussy clenching around my cock as Emily’s finger breached her ass. "It’s—!TOO MUCH—!"

"Not nearly enough," Emily growled, her finger sinking deeper, stretching the tight ring. "Look at you..." She spread Jasmine’s cheeks wider, letting the husband see—see how his wife’s asshole gaped around her finger, glistening with sweat and arousal.

"Your cunt is stuffed... your womb is full of his cum..." She pumped her finger slowly, making Jasmine whimper. "And your ass is mine."

"P-PLEASE—!" Jasmine begged, but her hips rocked back, taking Emily’s finger deeper.