Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 1211: Jennifer’s Wet Red Panties

Then, we heard it—the unmistakable sound of a zipper being pulled down, followed by Barry’s voice, thick with excitement. ”OMG, Kate, you won’t believe... my cock has become hard... just listening to you...”

The shock in his voice was almost comical, and Kate’s smirk deepened.

There was no excitement in her voice as she responded, no joy at the idea of her husband’s erectile dysfunction being ”cured.” Instead, her tone was dripping with sarcasm, her words laced with a cold, mocking edge. ”Hmph... good for you...”

Jennifer’s laughter was a dark, velvety purr as she watched Kate squirm beneath my touch. ”Oh, this is too perfect,” she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

”Barry’s over there jerking off to the sound of his wife lying to him while Jack’s literally eating her out through her panties.”

The words hung in the air, thick with the intoxicating absurdity of the moment. But I wasn’t done teasing Kate. Not even close.

With a slow, deliberate motion, I slid my hand up her inner thigh, my fingers tracing the trembling skin until they reached the damp fabric of her panties.

The lace was soaked, clinging to her as I pressed my index finger against her clit, the pressure firm but not quite enough to push her over the edge.

Kate let out a sharp, needy gasp, her back arching off the bed as her hips jerked toward my touch. ”Hmm—!” The sound was half-moan, half-plea, her fingers clawing at the sheets as she tried to steady herself.

Barry’s voice cut through the tension, thick with pathetic desperation. ”Kate... what is he doing now?”

Kate’s breath hitched, her voice trembling as she forced out the lie, her thighs already quivering with need. ”H-He... he is... touching my thighs... and deliberately teasing me...” But her words were drowned out by the wet, obscene sounds of my fingers tracing the damp seam of her panties.

The fabric was soaked, clinging to her swollen lips, and when I dragged my fingertip along her slit, she let out a broken, guttural moan, her hips bucking up like a slut starved for touch.

”Nnngh—fuck, don’t—” she whimpered, but her body betrayed her completely, her pussy grinding against my hand as if she were begging me to finger-fuck her through the lace.

Jennifer, her eyes dark with sadistic glee, couldn’t resist joining in. She sauntered over, the bed groaning under her weight as she sat beside Kate.

Before Kate could react, Jennifer’s hand slammed down on her tit, squeezing hard through the thin black top. The fabric did nothing to muffle the sound of Kate’s sharp, shocked gasp, her back arching as Jennifer’s fingers twisted her nipple brutally through the bra.

”Aaaah—FUCK!—” Kate’s voice was raw, needy, her body jerking as Jennifer pinched harder, the pain and pleasure twisting into something dark and addictive.

”H-He’s... pressing my tits... aaaah—shit—!” She stammered into the phone, her voice breaking as Jennifer rolled her nipple between her fingers, the wet sounds of her own arousal filling the air.

Barry’s voice came through, breathless and oblivious. ”Kate, don’t stop... please... tell me everything...”

Kate’s breath came in ragged, desperate gasps, her body trembling as Jennifer’s other hand slid under her top, her nails scraping against Kate’s bare skin.

”H-He’s... oh god... he’s pinching me... aaaah—fuck—!” Her voice was a whore’s whimper, her hips jerking as I finally slipped a finger under her panties, the wet heat of her cunt dripping onto my skin.

Jennifer pulled her hand back with a wicked grin, her fingers glistening with Kate’s arousal.

She slowly stripped off her clothes, her movements deliberate, her eyes locked onto mine as she revealed her dark red lace panties—already soaked through, the fabric clinging to her shaved pussy. The wet patch was obscene, the scent of her arousal thick in the air.

I adjusted my position, hovering my cock over Kate’s crotch, the thick, veiny cock dripping pre-cum onto her panties. With a hard, punishing thrust, I began humping against her, the friction of my cock grinding against her clit making her scream into the phone.

”He... aaaah—FUCK—he’s humping at my pussy over the panties... with his cock... oh god—it’s so big—!” Kate’s voice was a slur of desperate filth, her hips fucking back against me, her pussy so wet that the sound of my cock slapping against her filled the room.

I grabbed the base of my cock and slapped the tip of my cock against her cunt, the wet SMACK of skin against fabric making her jolt violently. ”Oh—FUCK—aaaaah—!” Her fingers clawed at the sheets, her body trembling as the impact sent waves of pleasure through her.

Jennifer, now completely naked except for her bra and panties, hovered over Kate’s face. She straddled Kate’s head, her thighs squeezing around Kate’s skull as she sat down hard, her soaked panties pressing against Kate’s mouth.

”Mmm... such a good little slut, Kate...” Jennifer purred, her voice dripping with sadistic satisfaction as she began to grind against Kate’s face, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles. ”Now let’s see how well you can lie... with your mouth full of my wet cunt...”

Kate let out a muffled, desperate moan against Jennifer’s panties, her tongue instinctively flicking out, tasting Jennifer’s salty, musky arousal through the lace.

The obscene sounds of her moans and slurps filled the room, her body trembling as she tried to process the overwhelming sensations—my cock pounding against her pussy, Jennifer’s weight pressing down on her face, the taste of another woman’s cunt on her tongue.

Barry’s voice came through the phone, completely clueless. ”Fuck, Kate... that’s... that’s so hot...”

Kate’s broken, vulgar moans were barely muffled by Jennifer’s panties, her voice a whore’s whimper as she fought to keep up the lie.

”H-He’s... fuck—he’s fucking me... with his cock... over my panties... aaaah—god—!” Her words dissolved into need, filth, and submission, her body completely at our mercy.

Jennifer finally pulled back, her thighs glistening with Kate’s saliva, her lips swollen and red from sucking on Kate’s nipples. She rose up onto her knees, her dark red lace panties already halfway down her thighs, revealing the glistening, shaved lips of her pussy.

A thick, silver thread of arousal stretched from her entrance to the fabric before snapping as she tugged them the rest of the way off. Her hard, dark nipples jutted out, already beaded with need, and her pussy was dripping, the scent of her arousal thick and musky in the air.

Kate was a trembling, gasping mess, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. But Jennifer wasn’t done with her yet. Not even close.