Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Yelena grinned, her fingers sliding between Natalya's thighs, circling her clit with slow, deliberate strokes. "Looks like someone's pussy doesn't want to share," she purred, her voice dark with amusement. "Maybe we should help her… relax."

"N-No—!" Natalya whimpered, but her protest died in a moan as Yelena's fingers pressed harder, her clit throbbing under the touch. "Ah—! D-Don't—!"

"Oh, we will," Claire murmured, her lips brushing Natalya's ear as her hand joined Yelena's, her fingers rubbing Natalya's clit in tight, relentless circles. "Because if your pussy won't let go…" she whispered, her voice husky, "we'll just have to make you come again."

"NO—!!" Natalya screamed—

But her body betrayed her.

Natalya's pussy clenched harder, her walls milking my cock as another orgasm crested over her, her back arching as she screamed, her juices gushing around me, soaking my balls, the bed, everything—

And then—

Plop.

Her womb finally released me.

My cock slid out of her pussy with a wet, obscene sound, a flood of cum gushing out after it, dripping down her thighs and pooling on my crotch. Yelena and Claire didn't hesitate—their tongues darted out, licking up every drop, their lips pressing against my skin, cleaning me with hungry, eager strokes.

"Mmm…" Claire moaned, her tongue swirling over my cock, licking up the last of Natalya's juices and my cum. "So fucking good…"

Yelena chuckled, her lips brushing my thigh as she licked a slow path up to my balls, her tongue flicking over them before she pulled back with a smirk. "Mmm… sweet."

But then—

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Polina's voice filtered through the door, stammering, hesitant—**but loud enough to cut through the haze of lust in the room.

"B-Boss…" she called, her tone unsteady, "we're… about to land…"

The room froze.

Natalya, still lying there with her pussy dripping cum, her thighs glistening with our release, blinked slowly—then jolted upright, her face flaming crimson. "H-Hmmm—!" she hummed, her voice high-pitched and flustered as she scrambled to cover herself, her hands fumbling with her clothes.

"W-What are you two doing?!" Natalya hissed, her cheeks burning as she yanked her panties up, her skirt following in a frantic rush. "Wear your clothes! We're about to land!" Her fingers trembled as she buttoned her blouse, her eyes darting to the door like Polina might burst in at any second, her voice dropping to a panicked whisper. "If she sees us like this—!"

Yelena grinned, licking her lips as she slowly pulled her panties back on, her voice teasing. "Oh, Sister…" she purred, "are you embarrassed?" Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she watched Natalya scramble, her fingers lingering on her lips like she could still taste me.

"N-No!" Natalya squeaked, her face burning as she glared at her. "I-I'm not—! Just—hurry!" She shot a desperate look at Claire, who was adjusting her skirt with a smirk, unfazed by the chaos.

I chuckled, tucking my shirt in as I zipped up my pants, my voice low and amused. "Relax, boss," I murmured, "Polina's heard worse." But the way Natalya's face flamed even redder told me she wasn't convinced.

Finally—finally—we were all decent. Natalya took a deep, shaky breath, smoothing her hair before marching toward the door, her chin lifted in an attempt to regain her composure. "Let's go," she snapped, her voice sharp, though the tremor in it betrayed her.

We stepped out of the cabin, and the moment we did, I noticed it—

Polina. Irene. The others.

All of them sat in their seats, their faces flushed, their eyes darting away the second they met ours. Polina's hands were clenched in her lap, her posture rigid, like she was trying—and failing—to pretend she hadn't heard a thing.

Natalya's back stiffened. "Ahem," she cleared her throat, her voice forcing itself into authority, though her cheeks were still pink. "Everything alright?"

Polina nodded quickly, too quickly, her voice strained. "Y-Yes, Boss. All secure." Her eyes flicked to me for a split second before snapping back to Natalya. "Just… preparing for landing."

"Good," Natalya said, her tone clipped, as she took her seat, her fingers tightening around the armrests. "Then let's proceed."

Yelena smirked, leaning over to whisper in my ear as we sat. "Oh, they definitely heard something," she purred, her voice husky with amusement.

Claire chuckled, adjusting her seatbelt as she glanced at the others. "I wonder what they think they heard," she murmured, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

I grinned, leaning back in my seat as the plane touched down, the wheels hitting the runway with a smooth, firm thud. "Oh, I'm sure they have ideas," I murmured, my voice low enough for only us to hear.

The moment the plane stopped, the door opened, and the cool night air rushed in. Waiting outside were the cars, sleek and black, their engines already humming.

Natalya stepped out first, her posture regal, her face a mask of composure—though I knew the truth. The way her thighs pressed together just slightly, the way her breath hitched when she walked, betrayed the ache still lingering between her legs, the raw, throbbing reminder of how hard she'd come—how deep I'd fucked her. The faint flush on her cheeks, the tremor in her fingers as she adjusted her skirt, told me everything.

We drove directly toward our villa, the cars gliding smoothly through the winding roads, the estate looming ahead, bathed in soft, golden lights. The moment we pulled up, the front doors swung open, and there they were—

Julie was the first to spot me.

"Husband!" she cried, her face lighting up as she rushed forward, throwing herself into my arms. "You're finally back!" she murmured, her voice warm, relieved, as she pressed her body against mine, her arms wrapping around my neck. "I missed you…" Her lips brushed my cheek, her scent—sweet, familiar—filling my senses as she pulled back just enough to look at me, her eyes gleaming with affection.

Behind her, the others stood—Haruna, her arms crossed but her lips curved in a smirk; Isabella, her gaze soft but knowing; Hannah, her cheeks pink as she waved shyly; and Freya, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she leaned against the doorframe, watching us with amusement.

"Welcome home," Haruna called, her voice dry but affectionate, "though I hope you didn't exhaust yourself too much on the trip." Her eyes flicked to Natalya, who stiffened just slightly, her cheeks flushing deeper.

Julie pulled back, her hands resting on my chest as she glanced at the others, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Did you bring us presents?" she teased, her eyes sparkling.

I chuckled, my arm wrapping around her waist as I pulled her closer. "Oh, I brought something," I murmured, my voice low, my gaze flicking to Natalya, whose expression shifted from composed to flustered in an instant.

"Husband!" Julie laughed, swatting my chest playfully, though her eyes gleamed with curiosity.