Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 880: Bathing Together With Lorena

Jayden nodded quickly, pulling out her notepad to jot it down—anything to avoid looking at the floor again. Her pen moved fast, but her thoughts kept drifting:

[Focus, Jayden. Hospital. Gabriela. Sergio and Javier. Evidence with Lorena... God, she’s still dripping. I can hear it when she shifts. If I look down again, I’m gonna see it slide out of her pussy... stop it. Professional. But damn, he must’ve fucked her senseless. She can barely stand straight.]

"Understood," Jayden said, voice steady now. "I’ll coordinate the teams for Sergio and Javier immediately. Hospital first—do you want an escort?"

Lorena finally found her voice, though it came out breathy and flustered. "I—I’ll be ready in five minutes. Just... need to freshen up."

She tried to take a step toward the bathroom, but her limp was obvious—legs shaky, thighs slick. Another soft plip as a drop escaped. Jayden’s eyes flicked down involuntarily, then snapped back up, cheeks burning brighter.

Jayden swallowed. "Take your time," she said, a little too quickly. "I’ll wait in the hallway."

But she didn’t move right away. Her gaze drifted to me again—curious, conflicted.

"Anything else, Officer?" I asked, letting just a hint of amusement color my tone.

Jayden shook her head, snapped her notepad shut, and turned for the door—carefully stepping wide around the cum puddle as it might bite her.

"No, sir. That’s all. I’ll... have a car ready downstairs."

The door clicked shut behind her.

The second she was gone, Lorena let out a mortified wail and collapsed onto the bed beside me, burying her face in my chest.

"Oh my god," she whispered, voice trembling with embarrassment and lingering arousal. "She saw everything. The cum on the floor... dripping out of me... she smelled it... I wanted to die..."

I wrapped an arm around her, sliding my hand down to cup her bare ass under the coat, giving it a possessive squeeze.

"She saw," I murmured against Lorena’s ear, my voice low and rough from everything we’d just done. "And she loved it. Did you see her cheeks? The way she kept pressing her thighs together? Bet her panties are soaked right now, just thinking about what I did to you—how deep I went, how you screamed, how you squirted and pissed while I filled your ass."

Lorena’s blush exploded across her face—bright, guilty, aroused. She buried her face in my neck for a second, a soft, embarrassed whimper escaping her lips.

"You’re evil," she whispered, but her arms tightened around me like she never wanted to let go.

I chuckled darkly, scooped her up in one smooth motion—her legs wrapping instinctively around my waist, her slick, cum-leaking body pressed flush against mine. She was still trembling faintly from the aftershocks, her asshole still faintly pulsing, a slow trickle of my seed sliding down her inner thigh as I carried her toward the bathroom.

The tiles were cool under my feet when we stepped inside. I kicked the door shut behind us, the lock clicking with quiet finality.

I set her down gently on the edge of the wide marble counter, her ass leaving a faint wet smear on the surface. She hissed softly at the cold contact, thighs parting automatically. I turned on the shower—hot water cascading in a wide, steaming rain from the overhead rain-head. Steam began to rise almost immediately, curling around us like smoke.

I lifted her again, this time stepping under the spray together.

The heat hit us like a blanket—water pounding against our skin, washing away the sweat, the squirt, the piss, the cum in slow, lazy rivulets. Lorena tilted her head back, letting the stream run over her face, through her dark hair, down her neck, between her heavy breasts. She looked wrecked and beautiful—eyes half-lidded, lips parted, cheeks still flushed from my words.

I reached for the body wash—something expensive, jasmine and sandalwood—and poured a generous amount into my palm.

"Turn around," I said softly.

She obeyed without hesitation, bracing her hands on the tiled wall, arching her back just enough to present her ass to me. Water sluiced down her spine, over the curve of her cheeks, and between them—highlighting the faint gape that still lingered from how thoroughly I’d fucked her.

I lathered my hands, then slid them over her ass—slow circles at first, kneading the soft flesh, then parting her cheeks gently. She shivered when my soapy fingers brushed her tender, swollen hole.

"Still sensitive?" I asked, voice gentle now.

She nodded, biting her lip. "A little sore... but good sore. You stretched me so much..."

I pressed one finger carefully against her rim—slow, easy, just enough to slip inside with the help of the soap. She gasped, thighs trembling, but pushed back instinctively, welcoming the intrusion.

I worked slowly, cleaning her thoroughly—sliding in and out, circling the inner walls, coaxing out the last thick globs of my cum that had been slowly leaking. White strands swirled down the drain with the water, disappearing in milky spirals. Each time I pushed deeper, she let out a soft, broken moan—half pain, half pleasure.

"You took me so well," I murmured, kissing the back of her shoulder. "Look at you... still opening for me even now."

When I was satisfied she was clean, I withdrew my finger and turned her to face me.

"Your turn."

Lorena’s eyes were glassy, pupils blown. She sank to her knees without a word—water pounding against her back, streaming over her face like tears. She wrapped both hands around my cock—still half-hard, still glistening—and looked up at me with something like worship.

She started with slow, reverent strokes—lathering me from base to tip, thumbs circling the sensitive underside, fingers gently rolling my balls. Then she leaned in, tongue flicking out to taste the soap and the faint remnants of herself on me.

She took me into her mouth—not deep-throating this time, just soft, thorough sucking—cleaning every inch with her tongue, lips sealed tight. Her cheeks hollowed as she pulled back slowly, letting my cock slip free with a wet pop before diving back in.

She worked methodically, lovingly—tongue tracing every vein, swirling around the head, dipping into the slit to catch the last beads of pre-cum mixed with water. One hand cupped my balls, rolling them gently while the other stroked the base in time with her mouth.

When she finally pulled off, my cock was clean, flushed dark, and achingly hard again.

She looked up at me through wet lashes, water dripping from her chin.

"All clean," she whispered, voice hoarse.