Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 981: Kate’s Horny Mistake

Kate’s body was trembling violently on top of me, her breath coming in short, desperate, animalistic gasps as her soaked, swollen pussy continued to grind frantically along the thick, veiny length of my cock. Her juices had completely soaked through my pants, making the fabric cling obscenely to my cock like a second skin.

Every slow, filthy roll of her hips dragged her fat, puffy lips along my veiny underside, her engorged clit rubbing desperately against the swollen head with loud, wet schlick-schlick-schlick sounds that echoed in the room.

I could feel her getting hornier by the second — her thighs quivering uncontrollably, her nipples diamond-hard and rubbing against my chest, her thoughts pouring into my mind like a broken, filthy flood.

Kate’s Thoughts (Telepathy):

[What the fuck is this bastard Barry doing? Shouldn’t he burst out right now? Get angry? Grab me by the hair and fuck me hard as a real husband would? Why is he hiding like a pathetic little coward in the closet...? Fuck... I’m so wet... my pussy is throbbing so bad... I can feel my juices running down my thighs... just from rubbing on Jack’s massive cock...]

[But... will Barry’s cock ever be as big as Jack’s...? Even half this size...? God no... look at it... so thick... so veiny... the head is so fat and swollen... I bet it would split me open... make me scream until I lose my voice... Barry’s never made me feel like this... never made my cunt drip like a faucet... never made me this fucking horny...]

She bit her lower lip hard enough to leave marks, eyes fluttering as another wave of arousal made her pussy clench and leak more slickness onto my cock.

[Maybe... maybe Barry needs more stimulation... yeah... that has to be it... let’s push him... make him watch me lose control completely... make him hear me beg for a real man’s cock... maybe it’ll finally make him hard... or maybe I’ll just forget him completely while Jack ruins me...]

Kate planted both hands firmly on my chest, her fingers digging into my muscles as she pushed herself up slightly, hovering her dripping cunt just above the thick head of my cock.

”Jack’s big cock might destroy my pussy...” she moaned loudly, deliberately raising her voice so Barry could hear every single filthy word from his hiding spot in the closet. ”Hmph, Barry... his tiny little cock won’t get hard in this lifetime... so maybe he’ll never find out how a real man stretches me open... how a real cock makes me drip like a cheap whore...”

She waited — breath held — listening for any reaction.

Nothing.

No angry shout. No door slamming open. Just silence from the closet... and the faint, unmistakable sound of fabric rustling.

Barry’s Thoughts (Telepathy):

[What the fuck am I doing...? Hiding in my own closet... watching my wife grind on another man’s cock... but... oh god... my dick... It’s hard... It’s actually hard... I haven’t been this hard in years... look at her... look at how wet she is... how she’s moaning for him... fuck... I shouldn’t be stroking myself... but I can’t stop... it feels so good... why is this turning me on...?]

Kate’s thoughts shifted — darker, filthier, more excited than ever.

[This fucker... hmph... Barry might actually be a pervert who likes to see his wife get fucked by another man... this bastard... You want me to cuckold you, right? You want to watch me take a real cock while you hide and stroke your sad little dick...? Fine... I’ll give you a show you’ll never forget... I’ll be the filthiest slut you’ve ever seen...]

Kate’s hips lowered — the fat, leaking head of my cock pressing right against her soaked entrance. She rubbed it slowly along her slit, coating me in her creamy juices, her swollen lips parting around the tip.

”Aaaaaah... fuck... so big...” she moaned, voice loud and shameless for her hidden husband. ”Just the tip... and it’s already stretching me... making me wanna cum... my pussy is so wet for you, Jack... dripping like a desperate whore...”

She rolled her hips faster — grinding her clit harder against my cockhead — her tits bouncing heavily with every movement.

”Fuck... Jack... your cock is so much bigger than Barry’s pathetic little worm... I can feel it throbbing against my clit... making me so horny... I want it inside me... I want it stretching my cunt wide open... making me scream while my husband watches like the pathetic cuck he is... aaah... fuck... I’m getting close... I’m gonna cum just from rubbing on you.”

Her body seized — thighs shaking violently — and she squirted hard, hot jets spraying across my cock and stomach as she ground her pussy frantically against me.

”Aaah... fuck... hmm... OMG... I’m cumming... aah—aaaaah—aaah—aaaaaaah—aaaaaaah—!”

I didn’t stay silent anymore.

I groaned loudly — deep, guttural, raw with lust and still pretended to be asleep.

”Hmmmm... aaaaaa... so hot...”

Kate panicked for half a second — eyes widening — but before she could pull away, I grabbed her waist with both hands, fingers digging into her soft flesh.

”No—Jack—wait—!”

I slammed my hips upward — driving my thick cock deep into her pussy in one powerful thrust.

The head punched straight through her tight, velvety walls and slammed against her cervix, bottoming out completely inside her.

Kate’s eyes rolled back, her mouth falling open in a silent scream that quickly turned into a raw, broken wail.

”AAAAAAAAAAH—FUCK—! So deep—your cock—hitting my womb—stretching my cunt so wide—oh my god—I’m cumming— I’M CUMMING—!”

Her pussy clamped down like a vice — spasming violently around my entire length as she squirted hard, a powerful jet of hot girl-cum spraying out around my cock and soaking my lap, my balls, the sheets beneath us.

”Aaah... fuck... hmm... OMG... I’m cumming... aah—aaaaah—aaah—aaaaaaah—aaaaaaah—!”

Her whole body convulsed — tits bouncing wildly, thighs shaking, her hairy mound grinding down against my pelvis as wave after wave of orgasm ripped through her. Her inner walls rippled and milked my cock greedily, trying to pull me even deeper while her squirt kept gushing in messy, uncontrollable spurts.

”YES—fuck my hairy pregnant cunt—slam it—stretch it—oh god—your cock’s throbbing so hard—hitting my cervix—my womb—aaah—don’t cum inside—but fuck me—bully my sloppy hole—make it gush—make my fat lips drag on your cock—nnh—my clit—grinding—my tits—leaking—squeeze them—milk me—aaah—I’m cumming—cumming again—gonna squirt all over your cock—fuuuck—!”

She exploded — pussy clamping down like a fist — another massive gush of squirt spraying out around my buried cock, soaking my lap, my balls, the couch beneath us. Her hairy mound ground against my pelvis — curls matted and dripping — clit throbbing against my skin as she rode through the orgasm.