Chapter 1005: The Presidential MILF Secretary’s
Haruna was panting hard, her chest heaving as she slowly lifted herself off my cock. The mont my thick cock slipped out of her hairy pussy with a wet schlick, a huge flood of my thick, white sen poured out from her stretched hole.
It dripped down in heavy, creamy rivulets, running over her puffy lips and soaking the soft, dark hair of her bush. The broken pieces of the red condom also slipped out with the cum, hanging ssily from her entrance before falling onto the bed in a sticky puddle.
Yuko’s shocked thoughts rang loudly in my head through the telepathic bond:
[OMG... he ca so much... way more than when he put his cock between my tits... It’s overflowing from her hairy pussy... so thick and white... Haruna won’t really be pregnant, right?]
[No, I have to give her so morning-after pills as soon as possible... But why is my own pussy itching so much down there...? I should go back to my room right now before I do sothing stupid...]
With that, I heard the faint sound of Yuko’s footsteps quietly retreating down the hallway, followed by the soft click of her bedroom door closing.
Haruna was completely spent. She collapsed forward onto my chest, breathing heavily, her massive tits squishing against
as she lay there without moving, her hairy pussy still twitching and leaking my cum onto my thigh.
I held her tightly in my arms, stroking her back gently. We stayed like that for a while before I pulled the sheets over us and closed my eyes, drifting off to sleep with Haruna nestled against .
When I opened my eyes again, soft morning sunlight was shining through the curtains. Haruna was still sleeping peacefully in my arms, her white rmaid dress wrinkled and bunched around her waist, her hairy pussy still slightly visible and glistening with dried cum.
I smirked and gave her plump ass a firm slap. "Wake up, sleeping beauty."
Haruna murmured sleepily, "Mmm... five more minutes..."
I chuckled and carried her bridal-style to the bathroom. She went to take a piss first, then we both stepped into the shower together.
I washed her body thoroughly, my hands roaming over her massive tits, her soft belly, and her still-sensitive, hairy pussy. Haruna moaned softly under the warm water but was too tired for another round.
We dried off and walked out of the room together, both of us dressed casually for the flight.
Yuko was already sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking a little flustered. The mont she saw us, her cheeks turned pink, and she quickly looked away, clearly rembering everything she had secretly watched last night.
Haruna smiled brightly, still a bit sleepy. "Good morning, sister~."
Yuko coughed awkwardly, trying to hide her embarrassnt. "G-Good morning..."
We had a quick breakfast together. Yuko kept stealing glances at
and Haruna, her face occasionally flushing. After we finished eating, Yuko said softly, "We should leave after breakfast. Our flight ti is approaching."
I nodded. "Alright."
Haruna quickly packed so clothes into a small suitcase while Yuko had already prepared her own luggage neatly. As for , I simply said, "I’ll just buy whatever I need when we get there."
(I had spare clothes stored in my system inventory and could purchase anything from SUDIX stores instantly if needed.)
Yuko had already called a taxi. We sat in the backseat with
in the middle, Haruna on my left, and Yuko on my right.
The two sisters were quiet during the ride, though Haruna occasionally leaned her head on my shoulder while Yuko stared out the window, still clearly affected by last night’s events.
The car stopped at the airport. I handled the luggage while we moved through the terminal and headed to our first-class cabin. There were only 8 seats in this private section, arranged with a walking path in the middle and reclining seats on each side.
Haruna took the seat on the left side of the aisle, while Yuko sat right in front of .
As we settled in, I noticed a stunning Japanese beauty with long, silky black hair that fell straight down her back like polished obsidian. Her face was sharp and elegant — high cheekbones, full lips painted a deep matte red, and almond-shaped eyes that radiated quiet intelligence. But it was her body that imdiately drew the eye.
She wore a perfectly tailored charcoal-gray professional business suit that looked both sophisticated and incredibly erotic on her voluptuous fra.
The fitted blazer was buttoned tightly over an ample, heavy bust — her breasts were full and round, easily D-cup or larger, straining against the crisp white blouse underneath and creating a deep, mouth-watering cleavage that peeked out whenever she moved.
The pencil skirt hugged her wide, fertile hips and thick, toned thighs like a second skin, ending just above her knees and showcasing her long, smooth legs in sheer black stockings.
Every subtle shift made the fabric stretch over her plump ass and the soft curve of her belly, giving her an hourglass figure that scread mature, powerful femininity.
She looked like the kind of woman who could dominate a boardroom and a bedroom with equal ease.
She was speaking quietly on her Bluetooth earpiece, her voice calm and professional.
"Yeah... I would like to reschedule the interview for tomorrow. We can’t make it today."
"I know the election date is coming closer, and as a presidential candidate, Ms. isa Hashimoto is busy running her campaign, so today is not possible."
"Okay... then thank you."
I used my AI Lens to scan her identity discreetly.
Na:Maki Yoshikawa
Age: 34
Status:Single
Profession: Personal Secretary to Ms. isa Hashimoto (current presidential candidate in Japan)
Assets: $54,900
I was surprised to encounter soone connected to a presidential campaign. I quickly asked SERA for more information on Ms. isa Hashimoto.
isa Hashimoto was a 45-year-old Japanese woman of breathtaking maturity and sensuality. She had shoulder-length wavy black hair with subtle highlights, sharp yet warm eyes, and full, inviting lips.
Her body was the epito of a mature, powerful MILF — massive, heavy breasts that looked even larger than Maki’s, easily E or F-cup, with a narrow waist that flared out into wide, child-bearing hips and a thick, juicy ass that strained against any outfit she wore.
In the photo, she was wearing a tailored navy-blue power suit, the blazer stretched tightly over her enormous chest, the skirt hugging her voluptuous lower body in a way that left little to the imagination. She looked like a woman who commanded respect and desire in equal asure.
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