Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 786: A Night Out in Mexico

I fucked them both relentlessly—hard, deep, and without mercy—until they were nothing but trembling, breathless wrecks beneath me. Their tight assholes clenched around my cock, milking every last drop of cum as I filled them again and again, while their dripping pussies took every inch, swollen and soaked from being used so thoroughly.

By the time I was done, they were ruined—whimpering, leaking, and completely owned, their bodies still twitching from the sheer force of how I’d claimed them.

I ran a hand over Marina’s sore ass, my fingers spreading her cheeks to watch my cum seep from her used hole. She whimpered, her body twitching at the touch, too exhausted to do more than moan softly. "Mmm... Husband..." she murmured, her voice hoarse, her eyes half-lidded with spent lust.

Ema was no better off, her chest heaving as she trembled, her pussy still clenching around nothing, aching for more even as her body gave out. "I—I can’t..." she whined, her fingers weakly clutching the sheets, her legs spread obscenely, cum dripping from both her holes.

I chuckled darkly, my cock still throbbing from the brutal fucking I’d given them. The sheets were ruined, soaked in their juices and my cum, the floor slick with squirt and sweat.

The room smelled like sex—raw, animalistic, and filthy—the kind of scent that lingered in the air, clinging to everything it touched.

I gripped Marina’s hip, pulling her closer as I pressed two fingers against her cum-filled pussy, pushing them inside just to watch her flinch and moan. "Still so tight," I murmured, my voice rough. "Even after all that cum."

She whimpered, her hips rolling weakly against my hand. "Aaaah.. husband... I can’t take it anymore..." she panted, her body still craving more despite the exhaustion.

Ema whined beside her, her fingers slipping between her own thighs, rubbing her sore clit with a desperate need. "Master..." she begged, her voice breaking.

"You need nothing," I cut her off, my hand leaving Marina to grip Ema’s chin, forcing her to look at me. "You took what you needed. Now you rest."

She whined, but obeyed, her hand falling away from her pussy as she collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving.

I stood, my cock still glistening with their mixed fluids, and surveyed the mess we’d made. The room was a disaster—cum-stained, sweat-slicked, and reeking of sex. But fuck, it was perfect.

I scooped Marina up first, her limp body melting against mine as I carried her to the bathroom. The warm water hit her skin as I washed her, my fingers tracing the sore, well-used folds of her pussy before cleaning the cum dripping from her asshole. She whimpered as I pressed the cloth against her, her body still sensitive from the pounding.

"Mmm..." she murmured, her voice hoarse, her eyes half-lidded as she leaned into my touch. "You’re too good to us, husband."

I smirked, then moved to Ema, lifting her into the shower next. The water rinsed the dried cum from her thighs, her pussy still swollen and leaking. I washed her gently, my fingers spreading her cheeks to clean the cum seeping from her asshole. She moaned softly, her body arching into my touch.

"Master..." she breathed, her voice trembling. "I didn’t know it could feel like that..."

I chuckled, helping them both dry off before dressing them. The room was still a mess—cum-stained sheets, the floor slick with their squirt, the air heavy with the scent of sex.

When we stepped out, Eva was standing in the doorway, her cheeks flushed pink, her eyes darting around the room.

She was sniffing the air, her nose wrinkling slightly before she quickly straightened, pretending she hadn’t been inhaling the filthy scent of what we’d just done.

Ema blushed deeply, her eyes dropping to the floor. "E-Eva..." she stammered, her voice shy. "Help me clean the room..."

Eva’s face burned crimson, her fingers twisting in the hem of her dress. "Y-Yes, of course..." she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Unlike Ema, she wasn’t bold or proactive—she was shy, hesitant, the kind of girl who blushed at the thought of being caught in a moment like this.

Marina bit her lip, her cheeks flushing as she glanced at Eva. "You... heard everything, didn’t you?" she asked, her voice teasing but tinged with embarrassment.

Eva’s eyes flicked between us, her breath hitching. "I—I didn’t mean to—" she stammered, her gaze dropping again. "I just... I was passing by and—"

"And you liked what you heard," I cut in, my voice low and knowing. I stepped closer, my fingers tilting her chin up so she had to meet my eyes. "Didn’t you?"

Eva’s lips parted, her breath coming faster. "I—I—"

"It’s okay," Ema said softly, her hand gently touching Eva’s arm. "We won’t tell anyone..."

Marina smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, we won’t?" She stepped forward, her finger tracing Eva’s flushed cheek. "Or... maybe we should show her what she’s been missing..."

Eva’s breath hitched, her fingers curling into fists at her sides—not from fear, but from the electric thrill of anticipation. The air between us crackled, charged with something unspoken, something raw.

I leaned back, a slow grin spreading across my face. "Clean the room first," I said, my voice a velvet threat, low and deliberate. "Then... we’ll see just how well you follow orders, Eva."

She held my gaze for a heartbeat longer than necessary, her lips parting as if to argue, but she only nodded. With a final, lingering glance, she turned and motioned for Ema to follow. The two of them moved through the room, their movements efficient but tense, like predators pretending to be domesticated.

Marina looped her arm through mine, pulling me toward the door. "You’re enjoying this too much," she murmured, but there was a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.

We stepped outside, the warm Mexican evening wrapping around us like a blanket. Grandma was seated on the porch, her hands busy with a half-finished embroidery. She squinted up at us as we approached. "Going out?" she asked, her voice raspy but sharp.

Marina nodded. "Just for a bit. The night’s too nice to waste."

Grandma’s eyes flicked to me, then back to Marina. "Take Eva and Ema with you," she said suddenly. "They’re always cooped up here, taking care of me. Never get a moment to themselves. Let them have some fun."

Marina didn’t hesitate. "Of course." She turned and called out, "Eva! Ema! Get dressed. We’re going out."

Eva’s face lit up, her earlier tension dissolving into excitement. Ema, ever the quieter of the two, simply nodded and disappeared inside to change.

We piled into a taxi, the city lights blurring past the windows as we headed toward the shopping center. The girls chattered animatedly, their voices a bright contrast to the hum of the engine.

Marina leaned into me, her laughter warm against my shoulder. I let myself relax, just for a moment.