Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 770: Natalya’s Naughty Womb

Yelena’s face was drenched in tears, her mascara smudged as she gagged around my cock, her throat bulging obscenely with every inch I fed her.

”Mmmph—! Mmm—!” she choked, her nose pressed flat against my cock, her lips stretched taut around my girth, saliva dripping down her chin and neck. Her fingers clawed at my thighs, her nails digging in as she struggled to breathe, but she didn’t pull back—she took it, her throat convulsing around me as I fucked her mouth like it was her cunt.

”Look at you,” I growled, my voice a rough, possessive snarl as I tangled my fingers in her hair, yanking her head back just enough to let her gasp for air before shoving her back down.

”Choking on my cock like the filthy little slut you are.” My hips slammed forward, my balls slapping against her chin as I hit the back of her throat again. ”You love this, don’t you?” I taunted, my voice dark with lust, ”being my fucking throat-slut.”

Yelena whimpered, her eyes watering as she nodded, her tongue flopping uselessly as she tried to swallow around me. ”Mmmh—!” she moaned, the sound muffled by my cock, her throat fluttering as she took me deeper.

Natalya watched, her fingers paused on my balls, her breath hitching as she took in the sight of Yelena struggling to breathe around my cock, her tear-streaked face glistening with saliva and desperation.

”Fuck—” she whispered, her voice husky, ”she’s such a good little whore for you, husband.” Her tongue flicked out, licking a slow, deliberate path up the underside of my cock, her lips following as she kissed the base, her eyes locked on Yelena’s watery gaze.

But then—suddenly—Natalya pushed me back, her hands shoving against my chest with surprising force. My cock slipped out of Yelena’s mouth with a wet pop, leaving her gasping, her lips swollen and glistening.

”W-what—?” Yelena stammered, her voice breathless, but Natalya didn’t give her a chance to react.

In one smooth, desperate motion, Natalya straddled me, her pussy already dripping as she rubbed herself against my cock, her hips rolling as she moaned, ”I can’t hold back anymore...” Her voice was raw, needy, her fingers digging into my chest as she ground herself against me. ”My pussy—it’s itching for your cock, husband...”

But before she could sink down slowly, before she could control the pace—

”NOW!”

Yelena and Claire lunged at the same time, their hands slamming onto Natalya’s hips, shoving her down with brutal, sudden force.

”MMMPH—!!” Natalya screamed as my cock RAMMED into her pussy in one violent, unrelenting thrust—not just filling her, but breaching her cervix, the head of my cock SLAMMING directly into her womb.

”AAAAAAH—!!” Her back arched like a bow, her spine snapping straight as her entire body locked up, her mouth falling open in a soundless, choking scream. ”I-IT’S—!! IT’S TOO—!!”

But it was too late.

With a guttural, animalistic groan, my cock twitched—once, twice—before erupting deep inside her, jets of scorching hot cum BLASING directly into her womb. ”FUCK—!!” I roared, my hands crushing her hips as I held her down, my cum pumping into her unprotected, fertile depths.

”NO—!! NO, NO, NO—!!” Natalya shrieked, her eyes rolling back, her body convulsing as she felt my cum hitting her womb, filling her in a way that burned, that ached, that made her entire existence narrow down to the raw, primitive sensation of being bred.

And then—

”Ah—!! AH—!!” A new, humiliating sensation overtook her. A hot, uncontrollable gush spurted from her pussy, soaking my balls, the bed, her own thighs—she was pissing herself, her body betraying her in the most degrading way as the intensity of the pleasure-pain shattered her control.

”I-I’M PISSING—!!” she wailed, her face burning with shame, her body trembling as the warm stream kept coming, mixing with my cum as it dripped out of her used pussy.

”Good girl,” I growled, my voice a rough, possessive snarl as I ground my cock deeper, forcing every last drop of my cum into her womb. ”Take it all, baby—every fucking drop.”

Yelena grinned, her fingers trailing up Natalya’s spine as she leaned in, her lips brushing her ear. ”Look at you,” she purred, her voice dark with amusement, ”taking his cum so deep you lost control.” Her hand slid down, her fingers circling Natalya’s clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate motions. ”You love it, don’t you? Being his little breeding slut.”

”N-No—!!” Natalya whimpered, but her body betrayed her, her pussy clenching around my cock as another wave of pleasure racked through her, her orgasm milking me dry.

Claire chuckled, her hand joining Yelena’s, her fingers pressing against Natalya’s clit, rubbing in tight, relentless circles. ”You came so hard you pissed yourself,” she murmured, her voice soft but mocking. ”That’s how good he fucks you.”

Natalya sobbed, her body still trembling, her pussy pulsing around my cock as the last of my cum dripped into her womb. ”I hate you all—!” she gasped, but her voice was weak, broken, her body still riding the waves of her ruined orgasm, her pussy clenching around me like it never wanted to let go.

Claire smirked, her fingers trailing up Natalya’s spine before she gently pushed at her shoulder. ”Okay, okay,” she murmured, her voice playful but firm, ”don’t occupy, husband, all to yourself. It’s our turn now.”

Yelena chuckled, her hands joining Claire’s as they tried to lift Natalya off me. ”Come on, sister,” she teased, her voice husky, ”let us have a taste too.”

Natalya whimpered, her body resisting as they pulled at her, her pussy clenching tightly around my cock—

And then—

”Nnngh—!” Natalya yelped as my cock started to slip out of her, the head catching at the entrance of her womb, her walls gripping me desperately, like her body refused to release me.

”W-Wait—!” she gasped, her fingers clawing at my chest as a sharp, unexpected pressure flared inside her. ”I-I can’t—!”

But it was too late.

Her body reacted on instinct—her hips slammed back down, my cock plunging deep inside her again, filling her womb in one rough, desperate thrust.

”AH—!!” Natalya cried out, her back arching as her pussy milked me instantly, her walls clenching around my cock like a vice.

Yelena’s eyes widened, her hands freezing on Natalya’s hips. ”Uh...” she blinked, her voice laced with amusement and shock. ”Are you... stuck?”

Natalya’s face burned crimson, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she realized—she couldn’t pull away. ”N-No—!” she whimpered, her fingers digging into my skin, her pussy pulsing around me again, trapping me inside her. ”I-I didn’t mean to—!”

Claire burst into laughter, her hand resting on Natalya’s back as she leaned in, her voice teasing. ”Oh my God,” she giggled, ”you literally can’t let go of him.” Her fingers traced down Natalya’s spine, her touch light but mocking. ”Your pussy is holding him hostage.”

”I-I hate this—!” Natalya wailed, her body trembling as she tried to lift herself again—only for her pussy to clench harder, locking me inside her womb as it belonged there.

”Fuck—” I growled, my hands gripping her hips, my cock twitching inside her tight, milking heat. ”You’re fucking ruining me, baby.”