Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 625: Grandma’s Knock: I’m Calling the Police!

I could feel it—the way her thighs started trembling, the way her breath hitched into short, sharp gasps, the way her pussy pulsed against my tongue, swelling, clenching, begging for release.

”Mmm— Nnngh—! C-Close—! I’m so—! Ahhh—!”

Her fingers dug into my hair, yanking, desperate, her hips grinding against my face like she needed it to survive. Her moans were high, broken, uncontrolled, her body tensing—

And I pulled back.

Completely.

Her pussy was right there, glistening, dripping, begging to be finished—but I didn’t give her shit.

”Hmm...” I murmured, licking my lips slowly, savoring the taste of her arousal, my chin shiny with her juices. ”Did you think you were done?”

Emily whimpered, her body jerking forward, chasing the contact that was suddenly gone. ”N-No—! D-Don’t—! Hmm... Don’t stop...” Her voice was thick, needy, desperate, her hands clawing at the air, her pussy twitching like it was searching for my tongue.

I chuckled, low, dark, amused, as I watched her squirm, her thighs trembling, her breath coming in ragged, wet gasps. ”Beg better,” I growled, trailing a single finger up her inner thigh, stopping just short of where she needed it. ”Or I won’t give you shit.”

”N-Nnngh—! P-Please—! I-I need—! Ahhh—!” Her hips rolled, desperate, her pussy clenching on nothing, her body trembling with unfulfilled need.

I leaned in just enough to blow a stream of cool air over her soaked pussy, making her shudder, her nipples hardening painfully. Then, with a dark grin, I grabbed her hips and flipped her over, shoving her face toward the door.

”W-What—?!” she gasped, but before she could protest, I spread her ass wide, exposing her clean, neat asshole, the creases tight and untouched.

”N-No—! D-Don’t—! Aaaah—!” She moaned as my fingers brushed against her tight hole, her body tensing in anticipation.

”I have to clean it... before— Aaaaaah!” She cried, but her words turned into a broken moan as I pressed my tongue against her asshole, pushing it inside.

”Aaaaaah fuck... Hmmm... My asshole...” she whimpered, her body jerking as her tight hole clenched around my tongue, trying to push me out but failing.

I pulled back, spat on her asshole, and pushed the spit inside with my thumb, watching as her body trembled, her breath hitching.

”F-Fuck... Jack... I-I can’t take it anymore... I’m going crazy...” she panted, turning her body to face me, her eyes wild, her cheeks flushed.

”You want to cum?” My finger traced slow, maddening circles around her tight asshole, teasing but never giving her what she craved. ”Then earn it, slut.”

Emily’s eyes flared—pure defiance, wild and untamed. With a violent shove, she knocked my hand aside, her fingers seizing my cock in a bruising grip. She bent over to the ragged jeans and took out the condom pack she bought.

Emily’s fingers trembled as she ripped the foil with her teeth, the metallic snap lost under her ragged breathing.

The condom tumbled free, still warm from her pocket, and she didn’t hesitate—her lips parted, tongue pressing flat against the latex as she sucked it into her mouth, sealing her lips around the ring.

A slow, deliberate roll of her jaw, her cheeks hollowing as she stretched the rubber down my cock with wet, obscene sounds—schlick... schlick—her saliva turning the latex translucent, clinging to every vein.

Then she took me deeper.

Her throat seized halfway, her gag reflex betraying her—”Nnngh—!”—but she forced it, her neck cords straining, eyes watering as she pulled back with a pop.

The condom was drowned in spit, the reservoir already bulging from precum, the latex stretched so thin I could see the pulse of my cock beneath it. One wrong twitch and it’d shatter.

”Oh—fuck—” Her voice cracked. She yanked back, fingers flying to the base, adjusting—but the damage was done. The condom was a time bomb, the latex groaning under pressure, the tip swollen like it was already fighting to contain me.

”It’s—it’s gonna burst—!” Her breath hitched, her thumb brushing the reservoir. ”I can feel how close—Jesus, it’s the biggest they make and it’s still not—”

A choked laugh tore from her throat, half panic, half dark delight. ”One thrust. That’s all it’d take to destroy my pussy.”

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The door rattled violently under the old lady’s fist. ”Y-You two!” her voice cracked, nervous and flustered. ”C-Cut it off! It’s time for you two to leave! This is a-a public restroom, for heaven’s sake!”

Emily didn’t flinch. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she turned her head toward the door, her lips curling into a wicked smirk. ”Ohhh, listen to that,” she purred, grinding her pussy against my cock. ”Sounds like someone’s got her panties in a twist.”

The old lady gasped. ”I-I most certainly do not! You young people have no shame!”

”No shame?” Emily laughed, her voice sharp and mocking. ”Sweetheart, if you had a man who could make you scream like I’m about to, you wouldn’t give a damn about shame either.” She grinded against me harder, her breath hitching. ”But I guess when your pussy’s drier than the Sahara, you gotta find something to complain about, huh?”

The old lady sputtered. ”W-What?! I-I never—!”

”Oh, please,” Emily scoffed, her fingers tightening around my cock. ”We can all hear how lonely you are. That’s why you’re eavesdropping, isn’t it? Hoping to live vicariously through someone else’s fuck?”

”I-I was not eavesdropping!” the old lady stammered, her voice rising in pitch. ”I was just—just making sure you weren’t vandalizing the bathroom!”

”Sure, sure,” Emily drawled, her hips rolling against mine. ”And I’m sure you just happened to press your ear to the door when you heard me moaning. Admit it, Grandma. You’re jealous.”

”J-Jealous?!” The old lady’s voice cracked. ”I-I have a husband! A very respectable—”

”Oh, so you do have someone?” Emily interrupted, her eyebrows shooting up in mock surprise. ”Then why does your voice sound like you haven’t been fucked properly in twenty years?” She turned back to me, her eyes gleaming with mischief. ”Bet he can’t even get it up anymore, can he? Poor thing probably just lies there while you—”

”That’s enough!” the old lady shrieked, her voice trembling with outrage. ”You-you’re disgusting! Both of you!”