Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 818: Sarah’s Baptism in Filth

"I can taste you both... I can smell your cum building..." Her tongue flicked faster, her own fingers plunging into her dripping cunt as she worshipped Marina’s pussy, her wounds now nothing but faint, glowing scars.

"That’s it," I snarled, my balls drawing up, the pressure coiling tight. "Lick her clean, Sarah. Show me how badly you want my cum."

Marina’s screams turned shrill, her body locking up as another orgasm ripped through her. "I’M CUMMING AGAIN! OH FUCK—IT’S PUSHING YOUR PISS OUT! AHHHHH—IT’S FLOODING HER FACE!" A fresh gush of her juices mixed with my piss sprayed from her cunt, drenching Sarah’s eager mouth.

Sarah gagged, choking on the filthy cocktail, but she didn’t pull away—she drank, her throat bobbing as she swallowed every drop, her eyes rolling back.

"Now," I roared, my cock pulsing violently. "Take my fucking load."

With a final, brutal thrust, I buried myself to the root and unleashed. Thick ropes of my cum blasted into Marina’s womb, the heat scorching, the pressure obscene.

"IT’S TOO MUCH! I CAN FEEL IT—IT’S CHANGING ME! AHHHHH—!" Her pussy clamped down, milking me dry, her own cum squirting out in a violent arc, splattering Sarah’s face, her tits, her trembling thighs, and Sarah applied it to her arms.

Sarah screamed as the first drops of my cum hit her skin. The wounds on her arms glowed, the last of her pain dissolving into ecstasy as my seed sank into her pores, healing her completely.

"I CAN FEEL IT! I’M HEALED! She scrambled forward, her mouth gaping, desperate to catch the last strands of cum dripping from Marina’s wrecked pussy.

The last shudder of my climax sent a thick, pearly rope of cum splashing onto Sarah’s waiting tongue. She let out a breathy, needy moan, her lips parting just enough to catch every drop, her dark eyes locked onto mine with a hunger that bordered on obsession.

I could feel the power thrumming between us—her body arched slightly, her fingers digging into the sheets as she swallowed, savoring the taste of me like it was the last drop of sin she’d ever need.

A slow, wicked smile curled her lips as she licked them clean, her tongue darting out to catch the final drips clinging to her chin.

But Sarah wasn’t the only one marked by our pleasure. Marina’s thighs were still trembling, her pussy glistening and swollen, a slow trickle of cum and her own arousal dripping down her inner thighs.

A few errant drops fell onto Sarah’s collarbone, sliding in lazy, shiny trails over her flushed skin. Sarah let out a frustrated little growl, her fingers twitching toward her own soaked pussy—not out of desire, but annoyance. "God, Marina," she muttered, "you’re everywhere."

Marina didn’t answer with words. Still panting, her chest heaving with the aftershocks of her orgasm, she crawled forward, her body moving with the predatory grace of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted.

She hovered over Sarah, her breath hot against her skin, before her tongue flicked out, tracing the path of cum down Sarah’s neck, over her collarbone, and then—slowly, deliberately—licking it from her fingers.

Sarah’s irritation melted into a shiver, her back arching as Marina’s lips closed around her fingertips, sucking them clean with a wet, obscene sound.

"You love it," Marina murmured against her skin, her voice rough with satisfaction. "You love how messy I am for you."

Sarah’s only response was a sharp inhale as Marina’s teeth grazed her wrist, but the way her thighs pressed together betrayed her. The air between them was thick with the scent of sex—musky, salty, intoxicating. It clung to their skin, to the sheets, to the very space around us.

With a shared glance, they untangled themselves, their bodies still humming with unspent energy. The bath called to them, the promise of warm water and slick skin too tempting to resist.

Sarah stood first, her movements deliberate as she stepped into the steam-filled room, the water already running. Marina followed, her hips swaying just a little more than necessary, her fingers trailing over Sarah’s waist as she passed.

I didn’t hesitate. The sight of them—Sarah’s skin still flushed, Marina’s lips swollen from kissing and licking—drew me in like a magnet. The bath was spacious, the water hot enough to turn their skin pink as they settled in, their limbs tangling together.

Sarah let out a soft sigh as the water lapped at her breasts, her head tilting back against the rim of the tub. Marina didn’t waste a second. Her hands slid over Sarah’s thighs, parting them just enough to let the water swirl between her legs, her fingers teasing, testing.

"Still so sensitive," Marina purred, her thumb circling Sarah’s clit with just enough pressure to make her gasp.

Sarah’s fingers clenched around the edge of the tub. "Don’t start something you can’t finish," she warned, but her voice lacked its usual bite.

I stepped in behind Marina, my hands finding her shoulders, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Who said anything about finishing?" I murmured, my cock already stirring back to life at the sight of them—glistening, needy, and utterly mine.

The water sloshed around us as Marina turned her head, her lips crashing into mine in a kiss that was all teeth and hunger. Her tongue swept into my mouth, tasting of Sarah’s skin and the faint salt of arousal, and I groaned, my hands tightening on her waist.

Sarah’s fingers curled around my thigh, her nails biting into my flesh just enough to send a jolt of heat straight to my cock.

The bath was supposed to wash away the remnants of our passion, but the way their bodies moved—Marina’s back arching against me, Sarah’s thighs pressing together under the water—made it clear this was only the beginning.

Sarah’s free hand slid up Marina’s stomach, her thumb brushing over the swell of her breast before pinching her nipple, hard.

Marina gasped into my mouth, her body jerking in response, and I could feel the way her pulse raced under my fingertips. The water rippled with their movements, droplets clinging to their skin as they twisted together, their breaths coming faster, needier.

"We should get out," I murmured against Marina’s lips, though my voice lacked conviction. My cock was already thickening again, pressing against Sarah’s hip as she shifted closer.

Marina let out a low, throaty laugh, her hand slipping between Sarah’s legs under the water. "Or we could stay," she countered, her fingers teasing Sarah’s clit in slow, deliberate circles.

Sarah’s head fell back against the rim of the tub, a soft whimper escaping her. "Fuck, Marina," she breathed, her hips lifting just slightly, chasing the touch.

I couldn’t take it anymore. With a growl, I stood, water cascading off my body, and reached for a towel. "Breakfast is waiting," I said, my voice rough with restraint. "And we’ve got other matters to attend to."

Marina pouted but relented, her fingers slipping away from Sarah’s pussy with a final, lingering stroke. Sarah let out a frustrated sigh, but the glint in her eyes told me she wasn’t done either. They rose from the water, their bodies glistening, the air thick with unspoken promises.

After we dressed, the scent of coffee and something sweet led us to the dining room. Ema and Eva had prepared breakfast—an array of fresh fruit, fluffy pancakes drizzled with syrup, and crispy bacon that made my stomach growl.

Marina’s grandmother was already seated at the head of the table, her sharp eyes flicking over us with a knowing smile.