Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 875: Yuko’s Sleepless Night

"Aaaaahhhh fuuuckkk... still squirting... your tongue in my dirty shithole made me explode... aaaaahhhh yessss... drink it all... aaaaahhhh!"

At the exact same moment, Julie’s own climax detonated.

Her pussy clamped down like a fist around my cock—walls rippling, spasming, trying desperately to push me out with the sheer force of her squirting orgasm—but her womb had other ideas.

The tight ring of her cervix had finally yielded completely to my relentless pounding; the swollen tip of my cock was lodged deep inside her womb, trapped in that hot, fluttering chamber as it belonged there. Every violent squirt she released tried to expel me, but the suction of her womb held me fast, milking the head with greedy, rhythmic pulses.

Julie’s muffled screams vibrated straight into Marina’s still-twitching asshole.

"Aaaaaahhhh... husband... your cock is inside my fucking womb... oh godddd... it’s stretching my deepest cunt... I’m squirting so hard it’s pushing you... but my womb won’t let go... aaaaahhhh... keep it there... breed me... aaaaahhhh!"

The dual sensations—Marina’s hot squirt raining down my torso and Julie’s womb desperately clutching my tip while her pussy gushed around my cock—snapped the last thread of my control.

I groaned low and primal, hips locking forward as the pressure in my balls finally broke.

"Aaaaaaah take it Julie... here it comes... fuuuuckkkk..."

I erupted.

SPLURT. SPLURT. SPLURT. SPLURT.

Thick, hot ropes of cum blasted straight into her womb—powerful, endless pulses that flooded the tight space, painting her deepest walls white. Each spurt felt like it was being sucked deeper by her fluttering cervix, her womb greedily drinking every drop like it was starving for my seed.

Julie felt every single one.

Her body jerked with each jet—moans turning into raw, shattered wails as the heat bloomed inside her.

"Aaaaaaaaaaah... fuck... aaaaaaaaah oh my god... It’s so hot... burning my womb... aaaaaaaah aaaaaaaaaaah aaaaaaaah... filling me... so much cum... aaaaahhh I can feel it splashing inside... breeding me... oh godddd... more... give me every drop... aaaaaahhhhh!"

Her pussy spasmed harder around my base—squirting again in sympathy, hot jets mixing with the overflow of my cum that started leaking out around my cock despite her womb’s desperate grip on the tip. The excess dribbled down her ass crack, pooling on the sheets in thick, creamy puddles.

Marina—still riding the tail end of her own climax—moaned in broken harmony, her voice high and wrecked as she ground her dripping pussy and filthy asshole against Julie’s face one final time.

"Aaaahhh... aaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaah... your cum flooding her womb... I can smell it mixing with my ass filth on her lips... aaaaahhh... so fucking hot... aaaaaahhhh!"

Julie’s tongue never stopped—lapping weakly at Marina’s twitching ring even as her own body convulsed, swallowing the last traces of Marina’s dirty flavor while her womb milked me dry.

I kept spurting—smaller pulses now, but still thick and hot—until I was completely spent, cock throbbing inside her clutching womb, every last rope deposited deep where it belonged.

Julie finally collapsed backward—breathless, trembling—her pussy still weakly fluttering around my base, a slow trickle of my cum leaking out around the seal where my tip remained lodged in her womb.

"Mmmmmm... so full... your seed is sitting heavy in my womb... aaaaahhh... I can feel it sloshing every time I breathe... god... I’m bred... properly bred..."

Marina slid off Julie’s face—legs shaking—and collapsed beside us, face flushed, ass still glistening with Julie’s spit.

Julie collapsed forward onto my chest with a soft, exhausted sigh, her body heavy and boneless, still trembling from the aftershocks. Her sweat-slick breasts pressed flat against me, nipples still stiff and dragging lazily across my skin with every shallow breath.

Cum and squirt continued to leak slowly from her stretched, ruined pussy—warm, thick trails sliding down my shaft and pooling between my thighs in sticky puddles. She nuzzled into the crook of my neck, lips brushing my pulse point, murmuring something incoherent and content.

Marina slid to my other side, curling against me like a cat claiming territory. One leg draped possessively over my thigh, her hand resting low on my stomach, fingers tracing idle circles through the drying mess of squirt and cum that coated my abs. Her ass—still faintly red from

Julie’s slaps and glistening from spit—pressed against my hip, warm and soft. She tucked her face against my shoulder, breath hot and ragged, voice a hoarse whisper.

"We’re all marked now... reeking of each other... husband’s cum deep in Julie’s womb... my shitty ass on her tongue... your cock still tasting like both of us..." She gave a sleepy, wicked little laugh. "Yuko’s gonna walk in tomorrow and choke on the smell. She’ll know exactly what happened... even if she never saw you."

Julie hummed in agreement, already half-gone, her hand sliding up to cup the back of Marina’s neck and pull her closer across my body. Their legs tangled with mine, tits pressed to my sides, pussies still leaking faintly against my skin. Two warm, filthy, satisfied women draped over me like living blankets.

I lay there, heart still thundering, cock softening but still twitching occasionally at the feel of them. Sleep wouldn’t come—not with the adrenaline still buzzing, not with Yuko’s suspicious thoughts echoing in my memory, not with the house quiet except for their slowing breaths.

When their breathing finally evened out—deep, peaceful, utterly spent—I focused my will.

A subtle flex of telekinesis lifted me smoothly from between them, careful not to jostle the bed.

I hovered for a second, watching their bodies settle into the warm hollow I’d left behind. Julie curled instinctively toward Marina; Marina’s arm draped over Julie’s waist. They looked soft, vulnerable, completely fucked-out, and content.

I tucked the sheets around them both—gentle, almost tender—making sure they were covered against the cool night air. Then I dressed in silence: pants, shirt, shoes. No need to walk through the house and risk creaking floorboards.

I focused again.

The room twisted in a silent vortex of shadow and light.

I reappeared in the living room—standing in the middle of the dark space, the faint glow from the moon filtering through the curtains was the only light.

I reached out with telekinesis, extending my awareness like invisible tendrils through walls and doors. It was effortless now—mapping the house in my mind.

Ema and Eva are asleep in their room, breathing slowly and evenly.

Grandma is in her bedroom, peaceful.

And Yuko...

In the guest room.

Not asleep.

Her heartbeat was elevated, movements restless. She was turning over again and again—sheets rustling, breath uneven. I could almost see it: her lying on her back, staring at the ceiling, thighs pressed together, hand hovering near the waistband of her panties, fighting the urge to touch herself while replaying what she’d glimpsed through that cracked door.

Julie fucking Marina and Marina’s ass arched high, the wet sounds, the moans, the overwhelming scent of sex that had hit her like a drug.

She hadn’t touched herself yet—at least not fully. But she was close. The tension in her body was electric.