Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 220 Dinner Table

Marina led me to the sofa, her hand still entwined with mine. As we sat down, I pulled her onto my lap, letting her feel the thick, hard length of my cock pressing against her thigh. She let out a sharp gasp, her breath hitching as she glanced towards the kitchen, where her grandmother was busy preparing breakfast, her back turned to us.

Marina looked at me, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and lust, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of crimson. ”Jack... donʼt?” she whispered, her gaze darting back to the kitchen. ”Grandma will see us.”

I smirked, my eyes locked onto her plump, inviting lips. ”Let her see,” I murmured, my voice low and husky with desire. I grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her towards me as I crashed my mouth against hers in a bruising, hungry kiss. Marinaʼs eyes widened, but she moaned into my mouth, her body melting against mine as I thrust my tongue past her lips, claiming her mouth like I wanted to claim her pussy.

When I finally tore my mouth away from hers, a thin strand of saliva and precum mixed connected our lips for a moment before breaking, leaving Marina panting and breathless. Her face was flushed, her eyes filled with raw, unadulterated need. She looked thoroughly ravished, and I couldnʼt wait to make that a reality, to feel her tight, wet pussy clenching around my cock as I fucked her senseless.

Her grandmotherʼs voice suddenly rang out from the kitchen, a harsh reminder of the world outside our little bubble of lust. ”Marina, breakfast is ready. Come help me take it to the table.”

Marinaʼs breath hitched sharply, her grandmotherʼs voice cutting through the haze of desire that surrounded her. ”C-coming, Grandma,” she stammered, her voice breathless and trembling with a mix of frustration and desperation.

She turned to look at me, her eyes narrowing with a mix of anger and seduction, her lips still swollen and shiny from our kiss. It was a look that promised retribution and begged for more, all at the same time.

I could see the rapid rise and fall of her chest, her hardened nipples straining against the fabric of her dress as she struggled to regain her composure. The sight of her barely contained lust only served to intensify my own arousal, my cock throbbing painfully as I imagined what was to come.

Marina helped her grandmother carry the breakfast to the dining table and called me to join them. Her grandmother sat on one side of the table with Marina beside her, and I sat across from them, my eyes locked onto Marinaʼs flushed face.

Her grandmother asked me about my life, and my family, and I shared what I could, my voice steady despite the storm of lust raging inside me. Marina and her grandmother offered words of comfort as I spoke about the loss of my parents, but my mind was elsewhere, focused solely on the primal need to claim Marina, to make her mine in the most carnal way possible.

As her grandmother continued to talk, I slowly removed my shoes under the table. The table was small, allowing me to stretch my legs out and rest them on Marinaʼs thighs.

She gasped softly as she felt my touch, her eyes widening slightly as I began to tease her with my toes, tracing patterns on her soft skin. I could see the rise and fall of her chest increasing as I slid my foot further up her thigh, inching closer to her pussy.

Marina shook her head slightly, her eyes pleading with me to stop, to remember that her grandmother was sitting right next to her. But I was beyond reason, beyond caring about anything but the throbbing need in my cock and the desire to make Marina feel the same overwhelming lust that I did. I reached a little further, my toes brushing against the damp fabric of her panties, feeling the heat and wetness that pooled there.

Marinaʼs eyes rolled back, and she let out a soft, barely stifled moan, her body trembling as I rubbed my toes against her clit through the soaked fabric. ”Aaaaaah,” she gasped, her hands gripping the edge of the table as she struggled to maintain her composure.

I quickly pulled my legs back, sitting up straight as her grandmother turned to look at her, concern etched on her face. ”Marina, what happened?” she asked, her voice laced with worry.

Marina blushed deeply, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she tried to regain her composure. ”Itʼs nothing, Grandma,” she stammered, her voice trembling slightly. ”Itʼs just... a mosquito bit me,” she said, her eyes darting to mine, a mix of anger and desire burning in their depths.

As breakfast continued, I noticed a change in Marina. She grew bolder, her legs shifting under the table to rest on my crotch, her feet pressing firmly against my throbbing cock. She rubbed her feet against me, her eyes locked onto mine as she took a bite of her food, a small, seductive smile playing on her lips. I could feel the heat of her touch through my pants, and it took every ounce of self-control not to groan out loud.

I looked at Marina, her eyes wide with a mix of lust and disbelief as she pressed her toes against my cock, rubbing it hard through the fabric of my pants. I smiled at her, a slow, wicked grin, and slowly unzipped my pants, freeing my hard cock and grabbing her feet, pressing them directly against my hot, throbbing flesh.

Marinaʼs eyes widened in horror as I acted so brazenly with her grandmother sitting right there. She tried to pull her legs back, but I held her firmly, pressing my cock against her feet, the direct contact sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. Marina let out a soft, barely stifled moan, ”Hmmmmm,” as she quickly bit into her food, her eyes shooting daggers at me.

Her grandmother looked at Marina, noticing her strange expression. ”Marina, is the food not to your taste?” she asked, concern etched on her face.

Marina looked at her grandmother, apology written all over her face. I quickly released her feet, tucking my cock back into my pants and zipping them up. Marina stammered, ”No...no, Grandma, the breakfast is good...Iʼm just...Iʼm...” Her nerves were clearly getting the better of her.

I chimed in, helping her out. ”Itʼs nothing, Grandma. Marina is probably just overwhelmed by how good the food is. Sheʼs been so worried about you that she hasnʼt been able to enjoy your cooking for a long time.” I emphasized the last words, giving Marina a clear cue to follow.

Marina nodded quickly, catching on. ”Yes, Grandma, things are just as Jack said.”

Her grandmotherʼs face lit up with joy, her eyes shining with unshed tears. ”Donʼt worry, my dear. Your grandma will cook for you daily and let you eat to your heartʼs content.”

Marina protested lightly, ”But Grandma, Iʼll become fat, and then Jack wonʼt like me anymore.”