Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 912: One Push Away from Ruining Her Ass

Samantha was panting hard — chest heaving, sweat-slick skin flushed crimson — as she heard my words. Her body trembled with the aftershocks, thighs quivering uncontrollably.

Slowly, hesitantly, she lifted herself up, letting her swollen, cum-stuffed pussy slide free from my cock with a loud, wet plop.

The moment the cock popped out, a thick, hot flood of my cum gushed from her stretched hole — a creamy white torrent pouring out in obscene ropes, running down her inner thighs in sticky streams, dripping onto my groin, my balls, the sheets below. The sound was filthy: wet, sloppy, unmistakable — like a dam breaking after being overfilled.

Gabriela’s eyes snapped to my throbbing cock the second it swung free — still rock-hard, glistening with a sheen of Samantha’s slick and my own load, veins pulsing angrily, the head dark and swollen.

She licked her lips unconsciously, a hungry glint flashing in her gaze before she masked it with a soft, teasing moan.

I groaned low, voice rough and thick with lingering lust.

"Aaaah... fuck... that felt so good... your pussy milked me dry, wife... squeezed every drop out of me..."

Before Samantha could even catch her breath, I grabbed her hips — rough, possessive — and flipped her over onto her stomach in one swift motion.

She landed with a soft yelp, face pressed into the pillow, ass instinctively lifting as her knees sank into the mattress. Cum continued to leak from her gaping pussy in slow, thick globs, running down her crack toward her untouched asshole.

I knelt behind her, hands roaming over her body — caressing her slim waist, tracing the curve of her hips, squeezing her smaller, perky tits — all while keeping my voice low, sleepy, pretending the blindfold (Samantha’s own soaked panties still tied over my eyes) kept me clueless.

"Wife... with this blindfold on... I feel your body is a bit different... a bit slimmer tonight..."

Samantha’s entire frame went rigid. Panic flooded her eyes — wide, glassy, fresh tears welling instantly. Her breath hitched in tiny, terrified gasps. She shook her head frantically into the pillow, mouthing a silent no no no

Gabriela scoffed — loud enough for me to hear, playing the part perfectly — voice dripping with mock offense.

"What do you mean...? Am I fat now?"

I shook my head slowly, hands still roaming Samantha’s trembling body — sliding up her spine, cupping her ass cheeks, spreading them just enough to expose her leaking pussy and the tight pucker of her virgin asshole.

"No... no, wife... It’s just... it feels different... that’s all I wanted to say. Your body is just perfect... especially those massive tits... those big, hard nipples... and these thick thighs... fuck... I want to bury my face in them... suffocate between your legs... taste how wet you are after I fill you..."

My fingers dipped lower — brushing the creamy overflow still dripping from Samantha’s cunt — smearing it across her ass crack, teasing the rim of her untouched hole.

Samantha jolted, a choked whimper escaping before she could clamp her mouth shut again. Her thoughts slammed into my mind through the telepathy — chaotic, terrified, shame-drenched:

[He knows... oh god, he knows I’m not her... he’s touching me... spreading me... my ass... no... please... not there... his fingers are so close... I’m still leaking his cum... so full... so stretched... if he pushes in my ass...]

[ I’ll break... but his cock... it’s still so hard... swinging... throbbing... bigger than anything... if he takes my ass... I’ll scream... I can’t hide it... but... fuck... part of me wants to know how it feels... no... stop... I’m not her... I’m not his wife...]

Gabriela caught Samantha’s panic and leaned down — kissing the side of her neck softly, then whispering hotly against her ear while her hand slipped between Samantha’s thighs to rub slow, teasing circles over her oversensitive clit.

"Shhh... relax, sweet girl... he’s blindfolded... he thinks it’s me... just breathe... clench... make him cum again... drain him before he decides your ass looks too tempting... You can do it... grind back on him... milk that thick cock... keep your hole safe..."

Samantha whimpered — tiny, broken — but her hips betrayed her once more. She rocked back instinctively — ass lifting higher, pussy brushing the head of my cock — as fresh tears slipped down her cheeks.

I groaned louder — hands gripping her hips, pulling her back toward me — cock sliding along her cum-slick crack, teasing her puckered asshole without pushing in yet.

"Fuck... wife... your ass looks so good right now... so tight... so untouched... maybe tonight’s the night... maybe I’ll slide in slow... stretch you open... fill that tight little ring until you’re leaking from both holes..."

Samantha’s thoughts exploded in my mind — pure panic laced with shameful heat:

[No... no... not my ass... he’s going to... he’s going to take it... his cock is right there... so big... so thick... it’ll tear me... but... god... the way he’s talking... the way he’s touching me... like I’m his... like I belong to him... I’m shaking... leaking... clenching... if he pushes in... I’ll cum again... I’ll scream... but I can’t let him know it’s not her... please... Gabriela... help... make him cum somewhere else... anywhere else...]

Gabriela’s smirk turned downright feral. She pressed her body against Samantha’s back — tits flattening against her spine — and whispered hot encouragement while her fingers dipped lower, spreading the creamy mess around Samantha’s asshole, teasing the rim without penetrating.

"You heard him, sweet girl... he’s tempted... so clench your pussy... grind back... suck him in with that tight little cunt... make him cum inside you again... flood your womb one more time... keep your ass safe... do it... be my good little helper... drain my husband so he forgets about your virgin hole..."

Samantha sobbed silently into the pillow — hips rocking back despite herself — pussy brushing my cockhead, clit throbbing under Gabriela’s relentless fingers.

I growled — low, hungry — and thrust forward slowly — sliding my cock along her slick crack, teasing her asshole with the head, letting her feel the threat.

"Wife... your ass is winking at me... begging for it... maybe just the tip... maybe just to feel how tight you are... aaah... fuck... I’m so hard again... your body’s driving me crazy tonight..."

Samantha’s thoughts fractured into pure chaos:

[He’s going to... he’s going to push in... no... please... not my ass... too big... too thick... I’ll break... but... fuck... the pressure... the stretch... if he just... just the tip... no... stop... I’m clenching... I can’t stop... my pussy’s dripping... wanting it... no... not there... please... cum in my pussy... fill me again... anything but my ass... aaah...]

Gabriela laughed softly — dark, possessive — and kissed Samantha’s shoulder.

"Good girl... keep clenching... keep grinding... make him cum... save your ass... for now..."

The blindfold stayed on.

The deception stretched thinner.

And I — cock throbbing, slick with cum and slick — pressed just the head against Samantha’s virgin asshole — letting her feel the threat... letting her panic... letting her thoughts scream in my mind.