Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 872: Yuko’s Shocked Worldview

Seizing the moment, I slammed my hips upward with brutal force, driving my invisible cock balls-deep into Julie’s sopping wet cunt in one savage thrust—her walls clamping down like a velvet vice, milking me desperately.

Julie’s head snapped back, her mouth falling open in ecstasy as a raw, guttural moan ripped from her throat: "Aaaaaaaah... fuck... hmmm... yes, deeper, you bitch—stretch me wide..."

Unconsciously, her hand flew down—crack—slapping Marina’s ass cheek with stinging force, the sound echoing like a whip, leaving a bright red handprint that bloomed instantly on the pale, jiggling flesh.

Marina arched higher, her body shuddering in pleasure-pain, a high-pitched moan escaping her swollen lips: "Aaaaah... Sister Julie... don’t... aaaaaaaah... hit too hard... it makes my pussy clench so tight, dripping everywhere..."

They were both acutely aware that Yuko was devouring every filthy detail through that crack—her eye unblinking, cheeks flushing with unwanted heat—but they understood my devious plan perfectly: create the ultimate misunderstanding, paint Julie as a pussy-hungry lesbian diving into Marina’s curves to throw Yuko off the scent of my cheating cock.

Julie’s face flushed deeper, a mix of blush and triumphant horniness, her thoughts brushing mine through our bond: [God, husband, you’re a genius... letting her think I’m a dyke after the divorce... while your thick cock throbs inside me, invisible and owning us both... it’s so fucking risky, so hot—my clit’s on fire, imagining her watching me "fuck" Marina like this...]

Marina grinded harder against me, her clit sliding slickly over my cock’s base, smearing Julie’s gushing juices everywhere, her ass cheeks quivering from the slap—red print glowing like a brand.

Julie grabbed a fistful of Marina’s hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat, then leaned down to bite her neck possessively, whispering loud enough for Yuko to catch: "Take it, you needy slut... let me wreck your holes as only I can..."

Yuko’s thoughts grew more frantic, her breath quickening audibly through the door: [Holy shit... Aunt Julie’s slapping that ass raw, Marina’s tits heaving, pussy lips parting wide—glistening, begging... no cock in sight, but the way they’re moving, grinding like they’re stuffed full... fuck, my thighs are slick now, robe sticking to my hard nipples... is this real?]

[Aunt Julie, a lesbian dominatrix? Haruna would die... but if Jack’s not here, maybe he’s innocent... or hiding... god, I need to touch myself... no, control it... but their moans... so wet, so desperate... I can’t look away...]

I thrust upward again—relentless, pounding Julie’s cunt with invisible force, her juices squirting lightly with each slam, splattering Marina’s thighs. The women moaned in unison, bodies writhing in exaggerated ecstasy, tits bouncing wildly, asses jiggling—putting on the horniest lesbian show imaginable while my cock secretly claimed them both.

The air thickened with the scent of arousal, wafting toward Yuko, driving her thoughts wilder: [Smells like cum-flooded pussy... ass-stretched filth... they’re both leaking, holes twitching... fuck, my clit’s pulsing—need to rub it... but if I open the door wider...]

Julie blushed even harder—her cheeks flaming crimson, eyes glassy with lust—as her pussy spasmed violently around my invisible cock.

The tight, wet ripples milked me in frantic pulses, her inner walls fluttering like they were trying to suck every last drop of pre-cum straight out of me.

The thrill of deception had turned her into a dripping, shameless mess; knowing we were corrupting Yuko’s mind one filthy, misleading glimpse at a time made her clit throb harder against the base of my cock where it pressed through Marina’s slick folds.

Suddenly, Yuko’s thoughts snapped back into sharp focus through my telepathy:

[No... what the hell am I doing...? This is wrong... I’m standing here like a pervert, pussy throbbing, nipples aching under my robe... watching my own aunt grind on another woman like a bitch in heat...]

I watched through the door as her eye disappeared from the crack. The handle turned slowly, deliberately, and the door eased shut with the softest click—almost reverent, like she was afraid to make any more noise that might pull her back in.

Through the wall, my AI Lens

tracked her: Yuko stood frozen in the hallway for a long second, one hand clamped desperately between her thighs, pressing hard against the soaked crotch of her black silk panties.

Her legs squeezed together rhythmically—thighs rubbing, trying to quell the insistent ache in her clit without giving in fully. Her free hand clutched the wall for support; her chest heaved with shallow, ragged breaths. The robe had parted slightly at the front, revealing the hard peaks of her nipples straining against the thin fabric.

Her thoughts poured out in a chaotic, horny torrent:

[They’re both so shameless... grinding, moaning, slapping each other’s asses like animals... how could I stand there and watch...? My cunt is literally dripping down my thighs now... It’s these two sluts who corrupted me... their smell, their sounds... fuck, I can still taste the air—cum, pussy, ass, everything... I need to get away before I... before I touch myself right here...]

[I should look for Jack. That’s why I came. If he’s not in there... maybe he really is innocent. Or maybe he’s hiding somewhere else, fucking someone else... I need to find him before my head explodes...]

She finally tore herself away—steps shaky at first, then quicker, retreating down the hall toward the guest wing. Her hand stayed pressed between her legs the whole way, fingers subtly grinding against her clit through the silk with every hurried step.

I exhaled slowly and deactivated my invisibility.

My body shimmered back into view beneath them—solid, sweat-slick, cock still buried to the hilt in Julie’s spasming cunt, Marina’s dripping pussy still grinding shamelessly against the base.

Julie’s head lolled back against my shoulder, eyes half-lidded, lips parted in a filthy, breathless smile. She rolled her hips once more—slow, deliberate—making sure every inch of me dragged against her sensitive walls.

"Aaaah..." she moaned, voice wrecked and sultry. "Is Yuko not here anymore...?"

I brought my hand down hard—crack—slapping her plump ass cheek with enough force to make it jiggle and bloom bright red. The sound echoed in the quiet room.

"Yeah," I growled low against her ear, fingers digging into the stinging flesh. "She thought you two were so shameless she couldn’t take it anymore. Ran off clutching her pussy like it was on fire."

Julie let out a delighted, throaty laugh that turned into a needy whimper as her cunt clenched hard around me again.

"Poor thing," she purred, grinding down deeper, forcing another thick inch inside her. "Watching us ’lesbian lovers’ fuck each other senseless... bet she’s in the guest room right now, robe hiked up, fingers buried in that tight little cunt, trying not to moan your name while she comes."

Marina lifted her head from my chest, lips swollen and shiny, eyes blazing with dark amusement and fresh jealousy.