Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

I could feel Hannah's trembling hand hovering just above my cock, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps that made her chest rise and fall rapidly. The air between us crackled with forbidden tension, thick with the scent of sex and something darker - the musky aroma of my arousal mixing with the faint floral perfume that clung to Hannah's skin.

[I am not doing this because I want to...] Her mental voice was thick with self-deception, though her body betrayed her words. [But... but...] Her thoughts spiraled with dark curiosity, her fingers twitching closer to my wet cock.

[Yes, but to find whether his cock tastes the same as Mom's juices...] The justification made her pussy clench with shameful excitement, her mind racing with forbidden possibilities.

[Yes... I am doing this to save my family...] Her mental voice was thick with growing determination, though her body reacted regardless. Her fingers trembled closer to my skin, her breath hitching as she imagined what it would feel like.

I could feel her internal struggle intensifying - the moral outrage at what she was about to do warring with the undeniable arousal she felt.

My cock stood proudly erect, still glistening with the obscene mixture of Julie's creamy juices and my thick cum. The head was swollen and purple, pre-cum beading at the slit and dripping down the thick veins that pulsed visibly along my length.

[I shouldn't be doing this...] Hannah's mental voice was thick with self-deception, but her body betrayed her completely. Her nipples were hard little points beneath her thin blouse, and I could smell her growing arousal - sweet and musky and completely intoxicating.

[But I need to know for sure...] Her thoughts spiraled with dark curiosity as her fingers twitched closer to my wet cock.

The first touch was electric. Her fingertip barely grazed the wet spot on my cock, collecting the mixed fluids there. The sensation sent a jolt through both of us - my cock twitched violently at the contact, while

Hannah's breath hitched audibly in her throat. I could feel her pussy getting wetter with each passing second, her body reacting to the forbidden contact.

I made my cock pulse harder in her hand, feeling her surprise through our telepathic connection. [Oh fuck...] Her mental voice was thick with shocked realization. [It's burning hot...] Her thoughts grew increasingly explicit as she processed what she was feeling. [Like it's on fire in my hand...] The heat radiated through her fingers, making her pussy clench with shameful excitement.

[And it's throbbing so hard...] Her mental voice was thick with fascination. [Ummm...] The vibration of my cock against her palm sent waves of pleasure through her body, making her thighs press together involuntarily. I could feel her juices dripping down her thighs, her body reacting to the forbidden contact.

Her hand moved upward with growing confidence, exploring the slick wetness that coated my cock. [His whole cock is dripping...] Her mental voice was thick with growing realization. Her thoughts grew darker as she imagined licking it all clean. [I bet it tastes amazing...]

Her fingers reached the sensitive head of my cock, tracing the slit where pre-cum beaded. [And his tip is peeking out...] Her mental voice was thick with dark curiosity. [Should I pull it back completely...?] The question hung in her mind, thick with forbidden excitement. [I want to see it all...]

[That's what happens in porn movies, right...?] Her thoughts grew more explicit as she imagined the act. [Fuck...] Her mental voice was thick with realization. [My pussy is dripping...] Her body reacted to the thought, her arousal dripping between her thighs.

With a deep breath, she pulled my foreskin back completely, revealing the sensitive head of my cock.

A fresh bead of pre-cum welled at the slit, dripping down my cock in a slow, obscene descent. I let out a soft groan to tease her, the sound vibrating in the air between us. "Hmmmm..."

Hannah's hand jerked away in fear at the sound, her body trembling with the realization that she might have been caught. [Oh fuck...] Her mental voice was thick with panic.

[I thought he was gonna catch me...] Her thoughts spiraled with dark realization, her body reacting to the possibility.

[But thank god...] Her mental voice was thick with relief. [He's still asleep...] The realization made her body relax slightly, though her arousal still pulsed between her thighs.

I pretended to be in deep sleep, my breathing even and steady as I sensed her internal struggle continuing. She brought her fingers to her nose, inhaling the scent that clung to them. [Hmm...] Her mental voice was thick with fascination. [What is this on my finger...?] Her thoughts grew darker as she processed what she was smelling.

[It's from Jack's cock...] Her mental voice was thick with growing realization. [It smells the same...] Her thoughts grew more explicit as she compared the scent to what she'd found at her mother's door.

[As what I found at Mom's door...] The realization made her body react, her pussy clenching with shameful excitement.

[Her pussy juice...] Her mental voice was thick with dark curiosity. [Should I taste it...?] The question hung in her mind, thick with forbidden excitement.

[Just a bit...] Her mental voice was thick with growing determination. She brought her finger to her lips, her tongue darting out to taste the evidence of my arousal. [Hmmmm...] Her mental voice was thick with fascination as she processed the flavor, her body reacting to the taste.

I wasn't afraid that she would that I was fucking her mother. Instead, a sense of exhilarating anticipation coursed through me, imagining the myriad ways she might react.

The thought of her finding out sent a shiver of excitement down my spine, each scenario playing out in my mind like a tantalizing fantasy. I pictured the flush of her cheeks, the fire in her eyes, and the way her breath might quicken as the truth unfolded.

The secrecy of our encounters added a layer of forbidden pleasure, making every stolen moment with her mother even more intoxicating. I craved the drama, the confrontation, and the raw emotion that would come with her discovery, each possibility more arousing than the last.

[I'm such a slut...] Her mental voice was thick with self-loathing, but her body reacted regardless. [A dirty little slut...] Her thoughts grew darker, more depraved. [But I can't stop...] Her fingers trembled closer to my cock again, her breath hitching as she imagined what it would feel like.

[It tastes the same...] Her thoughts grew darker, more explicit as she processed what she was sensing. [Then that person was definitely Jack...] The realization made her body tremble with forbidden understanding, her mind racing with dark possibilities.