Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

”I—I CAN’T—IT’S TOO MUCH—SQUIRTING EVERYWHERE—YOUR CUM IS LEAKING OUT MY ASS WHILE I PISS CUM FROM MY PUSSY—OHHHH MY GODDDD—YESSS—YESSS—RUIN ME—FUCK—I’M STILL COMING—STILL FUCKING COMING—AAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!”

The squirts kept coming—violent, rhythmic, almost painful—her thighs shaking so hard they slapped wetly together. One massive jet hit my chest, warm and slick, running down my abs as she screamed louder, filthier.

”DON’T—DON’T STOP—EVEN THOUGH YOU PULLED OUT—I’M STILL SQUIRTING FOR YOU—LOOK AT ME—LOOK AT YOUR SLUT SQUIRTING LIKE A FUCKING FOUNTAIN—OH FUCK—IT’S SO DEEP INSIDE—IT FEELS LIKE YOU’RE STILL FUCKING ME—AAAAAHHHH—YESSS—BREED ME—MARK ME—FUCK—FUCK—FUUUUCKKKK!!!!”

Her voice broke into a long, shattered wail as the last few powerful arcs tapered into weak, trembling dribbles—clear, slick pooling between her spread thighs while thick ropes of my cum continued to leak slowly from her gaping asshole, sliding down in obscene white trails to join the mess.

She collapsed fully, then face-first into the soaked pillow—body shuddering with aftershocks, ass still raised slightly like an offering even as she panted and whimpered.

”Don’t... don’t be so sudden...” she gasped again, voice hoarse and trembling, barely above a whisper now. ”You... you make me lose it... every time...”

Another tiny flutter ran through her cunt—a pathetic little squirt dribbling out—and her asshole clenched weakly, pushing out one final thick glob of cum that dripped down her thigh in a slow, sticky line.

I leaned over her, pressing my chest to her back, lips brushing the sweaty curve of her neck.

”You squirt like you were made for it, baby,” I murmured, voice rough. ”Look at this mess. You soaked the whole fucking bed.”

She let out a shaky, breathless laugh that turned into a soft moan when I slid my hand between her legs again—fingers gliding through the slick chaos of her squirting and my leaking cum—gently cupping her swollen pussy like I was cradling something precious.

”Feels... feels so empty... but so full at the same time...” she whispered, hips rocking back ever so slightly into my touch. ”Both holes... dripping your cum... still throbbing...”

I kissed the spot behind her ear, tasting salt and heat.

”Rest for a second.”

My fingers stayed there—two slipping back into her cum-slick asshole, slow and easy, just to keep her plugged while the last tremors faded.

”But when you’re ready...”

I flexed them deliberately, making her hiss and clench around me.

”I’m filling whichever hole begs first.”

Lorena chuckled softly, listening to me, and then her arms loosened around my neck, then slid down my shoulders like they’d forgotten how to hold on. She didn’t roll off.

Instead, she melted heavier against me, boneless, her full weight surrendering completely.

She shifted once—instinct more than intention—her knees sliding wider so her thighs bracketed my hips, her soaked pussy settling right over the thick ridge of my cock.

The slick heat of her still-dripping lips kissed the underside of my cock, smearing the last of her squirt and my leaking cum along my length in a slow, warm glide. I hissed through my teeth at the contact, but she was already too far gone to notice.

Her massive tits pressed down on my chest like warm, heavy pillows—soft, sweat-damp, nipples still stiff and dragging slightly with every shallow rise and fall of her breathing.

The sheer mass of them pinned me in place, flesh spilling to either side, molding to the contours of my ribs. Every inhale she took pushed them firmer against me; every exhale let them settle deeper, a decadent, suffocating softness that made my pulse thud harder in my throat.

I could feel the steady thump of her heartbeat against my sternum, slowing now, syncing lazily with mine. Her face tucked into the crook of my neck—hot cheek pressed to my skin, lips parted, little puffs of air tickling my collarbone.

Strands of her damp hair stuck to my shoulder, my jaw, the side of her own face. She smelled like sex and salt and something sweeter underneath, the faint trace of her perfume that had survived the wreck we’d just made of each other.

My cock—still half-coated in her mess—twitched involuntarily beneath her stomach. The pressure of her soft belly against me was unbearable in the best way: warm, yielding, cradling my length so every tiny shift of her weight sent a fresh jolt straight to my balls.

I was rock-hard again, achingly so, the head nudging up toward her navel, trapped between our bodies like it was trying to burrow inside her through sheer insistence. Pre-cum beaded at the tip, smearing sticky trails across her skin with every involuntary flex.

She murmured something incoherent—half-word, half-sigh—her lips brushing my throat. Her hips gave one last lazy roll, not quite fucking, just grinding once in sleepy reflex, dragging her swollen clit along my cock.

A weak flutter ran through her cunt; a tiny trickle of mixed cum and squirt leaked out, dripping warm down my balls and pooling on the already-ruined sheets.

Then she went still.

Completely still.

Her breathing deepened into the slow, even rhythm of someone who’d finally tipped over the edge into oblivion. Her tits rose and fell in heavy, peaceful swells. Her thighs stayed loosely clamped around me, ass cheeks soft against the tops of my legs, asshole still faintly pulsing around the ghost of my fingers from earlier. One of her hands had curled loosely against my ribs; the other dangled limp at my side.

She was out—utterly fucked-out and asleep on top of me, using my body like the world’s most comfortable mattress.

I didn’t move to roll her off. I didn’t want to.

Instead, I lay there, pinned under the delicious weight of her, cock throbbing insistently against the plush warmth of her stomach, every heartbeat sending another dull ache of want through me. Her tits pressed down harder with each slow breath she took, nipples grazing my chest like lazy promises. The mess between us cooled slowly—sticky, obscene, intimate.

I slid one hand up her back, fingers tracing the dip of her spine, then rested it possessively on the curve of her ass. On the other hand, I found her hair, stroking through the sweaty strands in long, unhurried passes.

”Sleep, baby,” I whispered against her temple, voice rough and low. ”You’ve earned it.”

My cock gave another impatient twitch beneath her, leaking steadily now, but I made no move to chase it.

Not yet.

She’d wake up soon enough—still dripping, still needy—and whichever hole begged first would get exactly what it was asking for.

For now, though, I let her sleep on me, heavy and perfect, her massive tits crushing me in the sweetest way, my hard length trapped and pulsing against the soft give of her belly like a loaded promise waiting for morning.