Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 110 Paige's Porn 6

I slowly withdrew my cock from her ass, a thick stream of come dripping from her gaping hole, leaving a stark stain on the bedsheet beneath us. Paige, her eyes glazed with lust, reached down and scooped up the escaping fluid with her fingers, bringing them to her mouth to lick clean.

"Jack," she purred, her voice laced with sin, "I want more. I want my husband to know who this body belongs to."

With that, she reached out and grasped my cock, her small hand wrapped around my cock. She guided it to her pussy's entrance, her hips undulating as she engulfed my cock in an instant. A guttural moan escaped her lips, "Aaaaaaaaah, Jack... hmmmmmmmm."

I began to fuck her hard again, my hips moving in a relentless, punishing rhythm as I drove my cock deep into her pussy. Her screams of pleasure filled the air, a symphony of raw, primal lust that sent a surge of desire coursing through me. I could feel her body trembling, her nails digging into my back as she clung to me, her breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps.

Without missing a beat, I scooped Paige up into my arms, her wet, trembling body pressing against mine as I carried her to the bathroom.

I kicked the door open with a forceful thrust, our bodies still entwined, my cock still buried deep inside her. I carried her straight to the shower, her body bouncing up and down on my cock with each step, her moans filling the bathroom.

I stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over our bodies as I pressed Paige against the tiled wall. She gasped the cool tiles a stark contrast to the heat of our bodies and the warm water raining down on us. I held her tightly, my arms wrapped around her as I began to fuck her again, my cock sliding in and out of her pussy with a steady, urgent rhythm.

I turned on the hot shower, the scalding water cascading over our bodies as I pressed Paige against the cool tiled wall. She gasped, the contrast of temperatures sending a shockwave of pleasure through her. I began to fuck her hard, my hips moving in a relentless, punishing rhythm as I drove my cock deep into her pussy. Her body jumped up and down with each thrust, her tits bouncing, her screams of pleasure echoing through the bathroom.

The sound of her screams echoed through the bathroom, a raw, primal chorus of '' Aaaah, Jack, fuck me, aaah!'' Her voice was hoarse from her screams of pleasure, her body shaking with each thrust of my cock. The water dripped down our bodies, our skin slick and wet as we moved together in a dance of pure, unadulterated lust.

I could feel her pussy clenching around me, her body tensing as she neared another orgasm. I fucked her harder, my hips moving with a desperate, urgent need as I chased my own release. Her screams grew louder, more insistent, as she begged me to fuck her, to make her come.

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''That's it, Paige,'' I growled, my voice a low, commanding rumble. ''Scream for me. Let me hear you beg for my cock. Let me hear you beg for my come.'' Her eyes locked onto mine, filled with a wild, feral lust as she screamed my name, her body convulsing as her orgasm tore through her.

The sensation of her pussy pulsing around me, her desperate, needy screams, and the feel of the warm water on our bodies sent me over the edge. I came hard, my cock pumping rope after rope of hot come deep into her pussy, the water washing away the evidence of our shared, filthy pleasure.

Our relentless fucking knew no bounds. We ravaged each other in every corner of the house—the kitchen counter bent over the balcony railing, sprawled across the guest room bed, and even in the lobby.

Paige's squirts and my come painted every surface, a lewd, intimate map of our shared lust. Her husband's house was thoroughly defiled, a silent, filthy testament to our unquenchable desire.

Eventually, even Paige's insatiable appetite was sated. I carried her exhausted, trembling body back to the bedroom, my cock still buried deep inside her pussy. I laid her down gently, her body molding against mine as I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close. She looked up at me with a satisfied, sated smile, her eyes glazed with spent pleasure.

I looked down at her, my lips curling into an evil, provocative smile. ''Are you ready,'' I murmured, my voice a low, sinister growl, ''To send our little porn video, with you as the star, to your husband and watch his reaction?''

Her eyes widened, a mix of shock and thrilled excitement flickering across her face. I could see the filthy, forbidden allure in her gaze—the thought of her husband watching her take my cock in every hole, hearing her screams of pleasure, witnessing the sheer, raw, primal fucking we'd indulged in. Her pussy clenched tighter around me, and she moaned, "Hmmmm."

Her smile grew to match mine, a wicked, conspiratorial grin that sent a surge of lust straight to my cock, making it throb with renewed hunger. Her eyes gleamed with a filthy spark, reflecting the dirty thoughts dancing in her mind.

"Do it," she whispered, her voice dripping with sin and mischief. "Let's show him what a cock-hungry slut his wife has become. Let's show him who this fucking body belongs to now." She licked her lips, her tongue tracing the plump flesh, teasing me with the memory of what that mouth could do.

I growled, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth, claiming it as mine. Breaking away, I turned to the smart speaker. "SERA, create a highlight reel of our fucking session and send it to Kevin. Make sure it shows his wife screaming my name and coming all over my cock." Paige moaned softly, her eyes glazed with lust as she listened.

"Master, the highlight reel has been sent," SERA replied promptly.

I looked at Paige, my lips curling into a smirk. "Shall we watch the poor bastard's reaction?" She bit her lip, nodding eagerly. "SERA, hack into Kevin's office cameras and give us a live feed. I want to see his face when he watches his wife being a dirty little whore for me."

Glancing at the time, I saw it was approaching 11:00 p.m. Kevin should be finishing up his day or still stuck in some boring meeting. The live feed appeared on the large TV mounted on the wall, displaying Kevin in a conference room, surrounded by a handful of tired-looking colleagues sitting around the table.