Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 1047: Oka-san’s Lost Hairpin

Kasumi looked up at me, her face burning with intense shame, her voice barely a whisper. ”Jack... they’re being so loud... and so dirty... really shameless.” She shifted nervously on her feet, thighs pressing tightly together under her elegant kimono as the vulgar sounds continued echoing from the other washroom.

”Ahhh—! Yes! Fuck my pussy harder! Break it open—!!” ”Take this fat cock, you public whore! Gonna fill your sloppy cunt right here where anyone can hear you scream!”

Kasumi’s breath hitched sharply. ”Let’s go somewhere else...” she whispered urgently, tugging my sleeve with trembling fingers.

We quickly walked away from the noisy area. Kasumi stayed glued to my side the entire way, her cheeks still flushed a deep, adorable crimson. She kept muttering under her breath, completely flustered and embarrassed.

”How can they do that in public...? Aren’t they afraid someone will find them...? What are these people even thinking...?” she whispered repeatedly, voice shaky with disbelief.

”Moaning like animals... saying such filthy things... in the middle of a park full of families... I can’t believe it...”

Her constant, embarrassed muttering only made her blush harder. She looked incredibly cute — a refined, elegant woman in a luxurious black-and-gold kimono reduced to a flustered mess by raw public sex.

We finally reached the quieter washroom on the far side of the cherry blossom path. It was much calmer here, almost peaceful. No loud moans. Just the gentle sound of petals falling and distant laughter.

Kasumi sighed in deep relief. ”I’ll go in now...” she said softly, giving me a small, grateful smile before stepping inside the women’s washroom.

I waited outside, leaning against the wall. A minute later, I heard the toilet flush, then water running. When Kasumi came out, her long, beautiful black hair had come undone and cascaded down her back like silk. She kept glancing around nervously, looking slightly anxious.

The moment she saw me, she rushed forward and grabbed my wrist with a worried expression.

”Jack...” she whispered urgently, pulling me toward the entrance. ”My golden hairpin fell off somewhere inside. It’s very important to me — it belonged to my late mother. Can you help me look for it quickly? I really don’t want to lose it...”

I nodded without hesitation. ”Of course. It must have fallen inside. Let’s go take a look.”

I followed her into the women’s washroom. The moment we were inside, I asked quietly, ”Oka-san, where exactly did you go after entering?”

Kasumi pointed to the last cubicle at the very end of the row. ”There... the last toilet.”

I walked over and began searching carefully around the floor and near the toilet seat. I couldn’t spot it immediately, so I focused and used a subtle wave of telekinesis to scan the area. The golden hairpin had slipped behind the toilet seat, nearly invisible.

Just as I reached down to retrieve it —

The main door of the washroom suddenly opened.

A man’s and a woman’s voices echoed clearly through the space.

Man (nervous): ”Is this place really okay? It’s the women’s washroom... What if someone walks in?”

Woman (laughing breathily, clearly turned on): ”Yeah, it’s completely empty. Look around. No one’s here. Don’t be such a coward, baby.”

Man: ”Still... this feels risky...”

Woman: ”I’m not embarrassed at all. Why are you so embarrassed? Come here... I’m already wet just thinking about it.”

Kasumi’s eyes widened in pure panic. She froze for half a second, then quickly stepped inside the cubicle with me and silently closed the door, locking it. We were now squeezed tightly together in the small, confined space.

Her soft, warm body was pressed flush against mine. Her full breasts were squished against my chest through the thin silk of our kimonos. I could feel the heat radiating from her skin and the rapid beating of her heart.

Then came the unmistakable wet, sloppy sounds of kissing right next door.

”Mmm... fuck, your cock is already so hard for me...” the woman purred seductively.

The sound of a zipper being pulled down, followed immediately by loud, wet sucking noises.

Gluck... gluck... sluuuurp... gluck-gluck!

”Oh shit... your mouth feels so fucking good...” the man groaned deeply.

The woman was eagerly sucking his cock with zero shame. The filthy, wet blowjob sounds grew louder and messier by the second.

Gluck-gluck-gluck... hnnngh... sluuuurp!

”Mmmph—! Your cock tastes so good... I love sucking dick in public places like this...” the woman moaned around his shaft. ”I get so wet when people might catch us...”

Kasumi’s face turned an even deeper shade of scarlet. She lowered her head, biting her lower lip so hard it looked painful. Her breathing had become noticeably heavier.

She didn’t pull away — if anything, she pressed even closer to me, her body trembling with a confusing mix of extreme embarrassment and undeniable arousal.

My own cock twitched violently and began growing rock-hard again, pressing firmly against her thigh through the kimono. Kasumi definitely felt it. Her eyes flicked downward for a brief moment before she looked away, mortified.

The couple next door grew even louder.

Woman: ”Deeper... fuck my throat... Use my mouth like a cheap whore—!”

Man: ”That’s it... Take every inch, you nasty slut!”

The wet gagging and slurping sounds intensified, echoing through the thin wall separating our stalls.

Kasumi’s hand unconsciously gripped the front of my kimono tightly, fingers curling into the black-and-gold silk as if it were her only anchor. Her thighs were pressed together desperately, and I could clearly feel the growing heat radiating from between her legs, soaking through the thin layers of fabric against my thigh.

Then my cock, now fully hard and throbbing, twitched violently and poked firmly against her lower belly.

Kasumi gasped sharply, her eyes widening in shock. Her body jolted slightly in the tight confines of the cubicle, but there was nowhere for her to move. The thick, hot bulge of my erection pressed insistently right against her, separated only by two thin layers of kimono.

”J-Jack...” she breathed, voice barely a whisper, face burning crimson. Her breathing became ragged as she felt the sheer size and heat of my cock pulsing against her stomach.

From the next stall, the filthy sounds grew even louder and nastier.

Gluck-gluck-gluck-gluck!

Woman (moaning sluttily): ”Mmmph—! Yes! Fuck my throat deeper! Use my mouth like a dirty public cumrag—!”

Man: ”That’s it, you filthy bitch. Choke on it. I’m gonna cum down your throat right here!”

The wet, sloppy gagging noises intensified, mixed with the woman’s desperate, muffled moans.