Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 939: Julie’s Squirting Climax Soaks the Floor 2

I lifted her higher and slammed her down even more brutally, bottoming out with every stroke. Her asshole was stretched obscenely wide now — a perfect, pink, cock-sleeve gripping and milking my veiny length. Every time I pulled her up, her ring stayed slightly open, winking and fluttering, before swallowing me whole again.

Julie’s moans turned into raw, animalistic screams.

”I’m—ahhh—I’m squirting—your cock in my ass is making me squirt like a fucking whore—look at the floor— it’s soaking—nnhh—yes—yes—use me—fuck your wife’s shithole while that translator is still tasting your piss—ahhh—I’m cumming—!”

Her whole body seized violently.

Her pussy exploded.

A massive, powerful gush of clear squirt erupted from her swollen cunt — spraying in forceful arcs across my gown, my chest, the bed, and the floor in hot, messy jets. Her asshole clamped down rhythmically around my cock like a fist, milking me with desperate spasms as she came undone, screaming in my arms.

”FUUUCK—husband—I’m cumming so hard—my ass is throbbing—my pussy won’t stop squirting—ahhh—fill me—ruin me—!”

I kept bouncing her through the orgasm — relentless, merciless — drawing out every shuddering wave until her screams faded into hoarse, trembling whimpers and her legs shook uncontrollably around my waist.

Finally, I lowered her slowly back onto the bed, still buried balls-deep in her twitching, gaping asshole. When I eventually pulled out with a wet pop, her hole stayed wide open — a perfect, ruined, pink gape pulsing and leaking her own juices.

Julie collapsed back against the pillows, legs spread obscenely wide, chest heaving, pussy still dripping in slow, lazy pulses, asshole winking open and closed like it was begging for more.

She looked up at me with that same bold, seductive, completely fucked-out smile — eyes glassy, lips swollen, face flushed with pure satisfaction.

”Mmm... husband...” she purred breathlessly, reaching down to spread her pussy lips wider so I could see how soaked and ruined she was.

”Now, when Yuko walks out... I want her to see exactly what a real jealous wife looks like after you destroy her asshole and make her squirt all over the floor.”

The shower was still running in the bathroom.

Julie was panting hard, her chest heaving in deep, shuddering waves that made her full breasts rise and fall under the half-unbuttoned blouse. Sweat shimmered on her collarbone and trickled between her cleavage, her skin flushed a deep, aroused pink. Her eyes—dark, glassy, still blazing with possessive fire—locked onto mine as she suddenly grabbed both my arms in a fierce grip, nails digging in just enough to sting.

”I’m not done with you... yet...” she growled low, voice thick and dripping with unsatisfied hunger. ”Not even close, husband. You think you can wreck my ass and leave my pussy starving? No fucking way.”

With that, she reached down between our bodies, fingers wrapping around my still-throbbing cock—slick, veiny, pulsing hot in her palm as it had never gone soft.

”This bad boy still wants more...” she purred, giving it a slow, possessive squeeze that made me hiss through my teeth. ”Hmph... look at him. Already leaking again after flooding my asshole. Such a huge appetite... just like his filthy owner. Can’t get enough of your jealous wife’s holes, can you?”

She shifted her hips, spreading her legs wide on the bed and using both hands to part her swollen pussy lips in the most shameless, obscene display.

The sight hit like a punch: outer lips fat and flushed, dark rose, inner folds glistening and slick with thick arousal; clit engorged and standing proud like a hard little button; a long, sticky string of her juices stretching from her twitching entrance down to the already-soaked sheets.

”Husband...” she whispered, voice husky and seductive, eyes never leaving mine as she held herself open for me. ”Look how hungry my pussy is... see how it’s drooling for you?”

”How it’s clenching on nothing, begging to be filled? I can’t take it anymore... please... stuff me full... ram that thick cock back where it belongs... make your wife’s cunt happy again...”

She aligned the swollen, leaking head of my cock to her entrance—rubbing the fat ridge up and down her slick folds, coating me in her slippery heat, teasing her own clit with every slow glide.

But instead of letting her sink down, I held her hips steady and let my cock slip and slide against her—gliding over her opening without pushing in, the thick head catching on her tight ring again and again but never breaching.

Julie’s breath hitched sharply. Her hips jerked forward instinctively, chasing the stretch she craved.

”Jack—stop fucking teasing—nnh—put it in already—!” she whined, voice cracking with irritation and raw horniness. ”You’re driving me insane... my pussy is aching so bad... it’s throbbing... dripping all over your cock... ahh—don’t do this to me—!”

I smirked and answered with action: I lifted my hand and slapped her soaked pussy once—sharp, wet smack—right over her swollen clit.

Julie gasped, body jolting. ”AHH—FUCK—!”

Then I slapped my heavy cock down onto her mound—once, twice, three times—letting the thick shaft bounce off her clit with meaty, wet thwack-thwack-thwack.

Each impact sent fresh squirts of her arousal spraying out, splattering across my thighs and the sheets.

Julie’s moans turned high and desperate, filthy and unfiltered.

”Oh fuck—yes—slap my cunt—slap that greedy little hole—nnh—make it sting—make it beg—ahhh—your cock feels so heavy smacking my clit—mmmph—do it again—harder—!”

I leaned down and kissed her hard, tongue plunging deep into her mouth, claiming her while my hands found her tits. I grabbed both heavy mounds roughly, pushing them together until her dark, swollen nipples met in the middle—rubbing against each other like they were kissing.

Then I lowered my mouth and sucked them both at once—hard—drawing the sensitive peaks deep between my lips, teeth grazing before biting down just enough to make her arch violently off the bed.

”JACK—! Ahhh—bite them—harder—mark your wife’s tits—nnh—make them hurt so good—mmmph—yes—suck them as you own them—!”

She retaliated by sinking her teeth into the side of my neck—hard—sucking and biting until I felt the sharp, stinging bloom of a fresh hickey under her lips.

At the same moment, her hand shot down between us, fingers wrapping around my cock and guiding it—shoving it—straight into her waiting pussy in one fierce, impatient thrust.

The head popped past her entrance with a loud, wet schlurp, then the rest of my thick length followed in a single, deep glide—her walls stretching wide around me, hot and slick and impossibly tight.