Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties - Chapter 675

Chapter 675: Freya’s Filthy Lingerie

I shrugged, my hands sliding down to grip her hips, pulling her closer. “You decide…” I growled, my voice thick with amusement, my cock twitching beneath her.

Emily’s eyes gleamed with a mischievous glint. “Fine~…” she said, her voice firming up, “If she doesn’t come to seduce you, then you’ll be my slave for a day…” She crossed her arms, her smirk deepening as she waited for my reaction. “How about that~?”

I nodded, a slow, sinful grin spreading across my face. “Fine~…” I agreed, my voice rough with lust. And with that, my hand reared back before slapping her ass hard—SMACK!—making her jerk forward with a sharp, pleasured gasp.

Emily moaned, her body arching into the sting of my slap, her pussy throbbing with a mix of pain and pleasure. “Hmm… don’t hit me like that…” she whimpered, her voice thick with lust, her lips bitten as if begging for more—her eyes gleaming with a filthy hunger she couldn’t hide.

She turned away, trying to compose herself, grabbing her clothes and pulling them on with shaking fingers. I watched as she wiped the sofa with the soaked blanket, scrubbing at the stains of her squirt, her cum-drenched thighs glistening in the dim light. The floor wasn’t spared either—she knelt, cleaning every last drop, her face burning with shame and arousal.

“Let’s go to the room,” she muttered, her voice soft but determined, “and I’ll wash the blanket in the washing machine…” She stood, clutching the filthy fabric against her chest, her gaze avoiding mine.

We walked into the room, the tension between us thick and electric. Emily stopped at the bathroom door, her fingers tightening on the doorknob. “I’ll go take a shower first,” she said, her voice firm but breathy, “and put this blanket in…” Her eyes flicked to me, warning and lust swirling in their depths.

“You’re not allowed to come in,” she added, her cheeks flushing deeper, “otherwise, we might not be able to finish washing ourselves…”

With that, she slipped inside, the door clicking shut behind her.

The shower started, the sound of water cascading against tile filling the room, and I stood there, my cock throbbing at the thought of Emily naked, wet, her soapy hands sliding over her body—washing away the evidence of our filthy encounter.

My mind raced with possibilities, my smirk deepening as I imagined bursting in, pinning her against the wall, fucking her all over again—

But then—

The door creaked open.

Freya stepped into the room like a sinful vision, the dim light clinging to her curves as if afraid to let go. The lingerie she wore was obscene—designed to tease, to torment, to drive a man mad with lust. It was black, sheer, almost translucent—barely more than delicate strands of lace and silk clinging to her body like a second skin.

The top was a flimsy, see-through bralette, the lace cupping her heavy, swollen tits, her nipples hard and aching, poking through the fabric like two ripe berries begging to be sucked.

The material was so thin, so sheer, I could see the dark circles of her areolas, the goosebumps rising on her skin from the cool air—or maybe from the heat of her own arousal.

The straps were nothing but thin black ribbons, digging into her shoulders, framing her cleavage like an offering.

But it was the bottom that made my cock throb violently. A matching thong, so flimsy it was almost not there—just a scrap of lace clinging to her hips, the front cut so high it barely covered the swell of her pussy. And fuck—it didn’t.

The lace was pushed aside, revealing her glistening lips, already swollen and dripping, the pink flesh parted just enough to tease the dark hollow of her entrance.

The scent of her arousal hit me like a punch—musky, sweet, intoxicating. The thong rode up between her ass cheeks, the string disappearing into the cleft, framing her round, jiggling ass perfectly.

And then—her belly. Fucking hell. The lingerie was designed to show it off—proud, round, heavy with pregnancy, the skin stretched tight and glowing.

The fabric hugged the swell, accentuating the curve, making it impossible to look away. The way it rose and fell with every breath, the way her hands trailed over it possessively—fuck. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

Her thighs were bare, smooth, glistening with a light sheen of sweat, her hips swaying as she sauntered toward me, her heels clicking against the floor.

The stockings—if you could call them that—were held up by delicate garters, the lace clinging to her thighs like spider silk, barely covering the tops of her legs before vanishing into nothing.

And the way she moved—fuck. Her tits bounced with every step, her ass jiggled, her pussy glistened. She pressed herself against me, her nipples brushing against my chest, her breath hot against my ear. “How do I look?” she purred, her voice thick and slutty, her fingers trailing up my chest, nails scratching lightly.

I gulped, my throat dry, my cock straining against my pants. “Like a fucking goddess,” I growled, my hands sliding up to grip her tits, my thumbs brushing over her swollen nipples.

“Especially here,” I snarled, pinching them hard, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips. The lace scratched against my palms, the heat of her skin burning through it.

“And here,” I growled, my hand sliding down, cupping her pussy, my fingers spreading her lips, feeling the wet heat of her entrance. “So fucking dripping,” I groaned, my cock throbbing as I pushed a finger inside her, her walls clenching around me instantly.

Freya moaned, her back arching, her tits pressing against me. “Mmm—! Y-You like it~?” she whimpered, her voice breathy, her fingers clawing at my shoulders.

“I wore it just for you…” Her tongue flicked over her lips, her eyes gleaming with lust. “I knew you’d love it~…” Her hand slid down, wrapping around my cock, stroking it slowly through my pants.

“Especially the way it shows off my belly…” she purred, her fingers trailing over the round swell, “The way it makes my pussy look…” Her lips brushed my ear, her voice dropping to a whisper. “So ready for you…”

Fuck. I wasn’t going to last. Not with her looking like this. Not with her pussy this wet. Not with her nipples this hard, her belly this fucking sexy.

I gripped her hips, lifting her slightly, my cock pressing against her dripping entrance. “You want me to fuck you in this~?” I growled, my voice rough with need, my lips capturing hers in a brutal kiss. “Ruin this pretty lingerie?”

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