Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 815: Sarah’s Hairy Pussy

"Fuck, you look like hell," Marina sneered, "but don’t worry, we’ll fix you up. After all, Jack likes his toys in one piece." Sarah flinched but didn’t pull away, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

Marina’s smirk deepened as she grabbed the hem of Sarah’s shirt, yanking it over her head in one rough motion. The fabric tore slightly as it came free, exposing Sarah’s bare torso—her small, perked nipples hardening in the cool air, the dark, damp curls under her arms thick and unruly, clinging to her skin with sweat.

"Look at you," Marina taunted, her fingers brushing over the coarse hair in Sarah’s armpits. "All natural, huh? Bet you’ve never even thought about shaving this mess, have you?" She grabbed Sarah’s wrist, forcing her arm up to expose the dense patch of hair, her nose wrinkling in exaggerated disgust.

Sarah’s face burned crimson, her free hand flying up to cover herself, but Marina was relentless. With a sharp tug, she pulled Sarah’s pants down, leaving her completely exposed.

The dark, wild curls between her legs were just as untamed, a thick thatch of hair that made Marina’s smirk turn predatory.

"Oh, fuck," Marina laughed, "you’re a goddamn bush. Bet it’s been years since anyone’s seen what’s hiding under there." She reached out, running her fingers through the coarse curls before giving them a sharp tug.

Sarah gasped, her hips jerking back, but Marina held her firm. "Relax, sweetheart. Jack’s cock is bigger than my fingers. You’ll need to get used to being handled."

Sarah’s voice was a trembling whisper. "I—I didn’t think—"

"No, you didn’t," Marina cut her off, her voice dripping with mockery. "But don’t worry, we’ll take care of you. Won’t we, Jack?" She turned to me, her hand already moving to unzip my pants.

My cock sprang free, thick and heavy, already half-hard from the tension in the room. Sarah’s eyes locked onto it, her breath hitching as Marina wrapped her fingers around me, stroking slowly.

"See this, Sarah?" Marina’s voice was a purr, her grip tightening as I hardened further under her touch. "This is what’s gonna heal you. Every. Fucking. Inch."

Sarah’s face was a storm of humiliation and fascination, her lips parting as she stared at me, her thighs pressing together involuntarily. "It’s so... big," she whispered, her voice cracking.

Marina let out a dark chuckle, her thumb swirling over the tip of my cock before she turned back to Sarah. "And you haven’t even seen it hard yet." She gave me another slow stroke, her eyes never leaving Sarah’s face.

"You’re gonna rub his cum into every wound, every bruise, every fucking scratch. And then—" she leaned in, her breath hot against Sarah’s ear, "—you’re gonna let him fuck that hairy little cunt of yours until you scream his name. Got it?"

Sarah’s body trembled violently, her nipples hardening into tight peaks under Marina’s predatory gaze. Her breath came in ragged, desperate gasps, her chest rising and falling as if she’d just run a marathon.

But she nodded, her voice barely more than a whisper, thick with shame and something darker—something hungry. "Y-yes."

Marina didn’t waste a second. With a rough shove, she pushed Sarah toward me, her hands gripping Sarah’s hips hard enough to leave bruises. "There you go, slut," Marina growled, her voice dripping with mockery. "Get that hairy cunt of yours acquainted with his cock. Bet it’s been years since anything’s touched it."

Sarah’s body trembled violently as Marina shoved her toward me, her thighs pressing together in a futile attempt to hide her shame—her arousal.

But the moment my hot, throbbing cock made contact with the wild, damp curls of her pussy, she let out a sharp, desperate gasp, her breath hitching as if she’d been struck.

"Nngh—!" The sound escaped her lips before she could stop it, her fingers clawing at my shoulders as she felt the pulsing heat of me, thick and heavy, nestled against her most intimate flesh.

"Fuck, you can feel that, can’t you?" Marina taunted, her voice a dark purr as she watched Sarah’s face twist in a mix of shame and need. "His cock’s pulsing against that hairy little cunt of yours. Bet it’s been years since anything’s touched you like this."

Sarah bit her lip, her cheeks burning crimson as she tried—and failed—to stifle another whimper. "I—I..." Her voice cracked, her thighs trembling as I slid my cock deeper between them, my cock clenched tight by her slick, quivering flesh.

She could feel every throb, every twitch of my arousal, the way my cock seemed to burn against her, as if it were branding her. "It’s so... h-hot," she stammered, her hips betraying her by rocking forward, seeking more friction. "I c-can feel it... throbbing..."

"Of course you can," Marina murmured, her fingers tangling in Sarah’s hair, yanking her head back so she had no choice but to meet her gaze.

"That’s his cock, Sarah. Thick, hard, and dying to fuck you. And you’re just standing here, letting it pulse against that messy pussy of yours like the desperate little slut you are."

Sarah’s breath came in ragged, shameful gasps, her body arching into me as I rocked my hips, my cock sliding against her, parting her soaked curls, teasing her clit with every movement. "Ahh—! P-please..." she whimpered, her voice barely more than a whisper, her nails digging into my skin. "It feels... it feels too good—"

"Too good?" Marina’s laugh was sharp, mocking. "Oh, sweetheart, we haven’t even started." She reached down, her fingers finding Sarah’s clit through the tangle of pubic hair, circling it roughly. "Feel that? Feel how wet you are? How ready are you for him?"

Sarah let out a broken cry, her body shuddering as pleasure crashed over her. "Y-yes! I—I can’t—" Her hips jerked forward, grinding against my cock, her thighs slick with arousal. "I need—please—"

I didn’t let her finish. With a growl, I gripped her hips, my cock pulsing violently as I lined myself up with her entrance.

"You need this," I snarled, the head of my cock pressing against her soaked, quivering lips. "You need my cock inside you, stretching that tight, hairy cunt until you scream."

Sarah’s only response was a desperate, needy moan, her body trembling as she finally—finally—gave in to the pleasure she’d been denying herself for far too long. "Yes—!Fuck—!"