Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 909: "Not My Asshole... Please... Not There..."

Gabriela moaned breathlessly, her voice thick with exaggerated exhaustion and devotion as she pressed her cheek against Samantha’s shoulder, still guiding the younger woman’s hips in slow, grinding circles around your buried cock.

"Aaah... husband... I know you’re still not satisfied... even after fucking me in my asshole earlier... stretching it wide... filling it with your hot load... so I have to work hard... so hard... to show how much I love my husband... how much I’ll do anything to keep you happy..."

I growled low, hands tightening on Samantha’s slim waist again — fingers leaving fresh red marks on her pale skin as I pulled her down hard onto the next upward thrust. The wet slap of her ass meeting my hips echoed softly in the room.

I slapped Samantha’s ass — hard — the sharp crack ringing out like a whip. Samantha’s body jerked violently, a choked, high-pitched moan escaping despite both hands clamped desperately over her mouth.

"Aaah...!"

The sound was muffled but unmistakable — raw, needy, humiliated.

I groaned, voice rough and sleepy-confused, still playing the part.

"Wife... if your pussy is this swollen... why don’t you put it in your asshole? I want to feel your swollen asshole around my cock... I might cum directly inside you then... fill that tight, beaten ring until it’s leaking again..."

Samantha’s pussy clamped down like a vice at the words — walls fluttering wildly, spasming in panic and involuntary arousal. You gasped, hips bucking up instinctively.

"Aaha... hmm... wife... are you excited thinking of getting fucked in your asshole...? Clenching so hard just from the thought... fuck... you’re milking me already..."

Samantha shook her head frantically at Gabriela — eyes wide with terror, tears streaming anew. She mouthed silently: No... no... please... not there... I can’t... he’s too big... I’m scared...

Gabriela caught the plea, smirked wider — wicked, possessive — and leaned in to whisper hotly against Samantha’s ear, voice so low only she could hear.

"You have to find a way to make my husband cum... quick... so he won’t stay hard for your asshole... work that tight little pussy... grind on him... milk him dry before he flips you over and forces it in your back hole... do it for me..."

Samantha whimpered behind her hands, shaking her head again — but her hips betrayed her, rocking faster, chasing the friction despite the fear.

Samantha’s voice cracked in a terrified whisper against Gabriela’s ear — so low it was almost lost in the wet sounds of her pussy still grinding on my cock.

"He... he’s not wearing a condom... I don’t wanna be pregnant... please... ask him not to cum inside..."

Her whole body trembled — thighs quaking around my hips, pussy fluttering in fresh panic at the realization. Tears welled again, spilling hot down her cheeks as the reality hit: she was riding a stranger raw, filled with risk, while another woman watched and lied for her.

Then — gasping, desperate — she collapsed forward onto my chest. Her lips found my nipple again, sucking hard, tongue swirling frantically over the sensitive bud like it was the only thing that could distract me, hurry me along, save her from the threat of my load flooding her unprotected womb.

My cock throbbed violently inside her — swelling thicker, pulsing harder at the sudden wet heat of her mouth and the frantic clench of her fear-tight cunt.

Gabriela’s smirk widened — wicked, triumphant, eyes gleaming with cruel amusement as she watched Samantha’s silent breakdown.

She leaned in close, lips brushing Samantha’s tear-streaked cheek, voice dripping with mock devotion as she spoke loud enough for me to hear.

"Aah... husband... I want to taste your delicious semen this time... so make sure to cum inside my mouth... pull out... let your wife swallow every thick, hot rope... please... don’t fill my pussy again..."

"I want to drink it all... feel it sliding down my throat... coating my tongue... dripping from my lips... aaaah... I’ll suck you clean... lick up every drop that spills... just cum for me... cum hard... give it all to your greedy wife’s hungry mouth..."

Samantha whimpered against my chest — muffled sobs vibrating into my skin — but her hips kept rocking, betraying her, chasing the friction even as terror made her clench tighter. Her tongue flicked faster over my nipple, sucking harder, desperate to trigger my release before I could "decide" to flip her over and force my cock into her untouched asshole.

Gabriela’s fingers never stopped — rubbing merciless circles over Samantha’s swollen clit, keeping her teetering on the edge while she kept moaning in her stead.

"Aaaah... yes... husband... feel how tight I am? How my pussy’s gripping you so hard? It’s because I’m scared... excited... swollen from how rough you were earlier..., but I need your cum in my mouth... not inside me... please... pull out... paint my face... flood my throat..."

"I’ll swallow it all... every drop... show you how much your wife loves your thick load... hnnngh... slap my ass again... make me clench harder... make me beg for it in my mouth... aaaah... I’m so close just thinking about tasting you... about drinking what I can’t take in my sore cunt anymore..."

I growled louder — hands sliding up to grip Samantha’s smaller tits again, pinching her nipples roughly as I slammed up into her with brutal, punishing force.

"Fuck... wife... your mouth feels so good on my nipple... sucking like a desperate little slut... aaah... You want it in your mouth?"

"You want me to pull out and flood your throat? Then milk me harder... clench that swollen pussy... make me cum... "

"I’m gonna give it to you... gonna pull out and paint your pretty face... fill your mouth until it overflows... swallow every fucking drop like a good wife..."

Samantha’s muffled cry turned into a frantic, vibrating sob against my chest — her tongue lashing my nipple wildly now, lips sucking so hard it bordered on pain.

Her pussy spasmed violently around my cock — walls fluttering in panicked, involuntary waves — as Gabriela’s fingers pushed her over the edge again.

She shattered silently — body convulsing, hips bucking erratically, fresh tears soaking my skin as her orgasm tore through her without sound. Her cunt clamped down like a fist, milking me relentlessly, slick gushing out around my cock in hot spurts.

Gabriela moaned triumphantly — voice rising in perfect imitation.