Milf Hunter: Seducin Chapter 749: Hairy Pussy Buffet

Chapter 749: Hairy Pussy Buffet

Claire’s eyes narrowed, but there was a hint of a smirk playing on her lips. "That’s not fair! You’re just saying that!" she protested, though her voice lacked its usual sharpness.

I chuckled, my hands still cupping Yelena’s breasts, my thumbs brushing over her skin. "No, no, I need to be thorough," I said, my voice teasing. "Now, let’s check the size." My hands moved to asure the circumference of each breast, my fingers tracing the curves, feeling the fullness.

Claire’s breath hitched as I turned back to her, my hands asuring her in the sa way. "Hmmmm... don’t," she whispered, her voice breathless, though her eyes glead with amusent.

"Mmm, I know," I murmured, my voice rough with satisfaction. "But you love it."

Yelena let out a low, triumphant laugh, her fingers brushing against Claire’s shoulder. "Admit it," she purred, her voice teasing. "I win."

Claire scoffed, though her lips curled into a reluctant smile. "Oh, please," she snapped, her voice rising. "You’re just bigger, not better."

I groaned, my hands instinctively pulling them both closer, my voice rough with amusent. "You’re both perfect," I murmured, my lips brushing against Claire’s temple before turning to press a kiss to Yelena’s shoulder. "And I’m the luckiest man alive."

Yelena’s hand slid down over the blanket, her fingers brushing against the obvious bulge. "What is that poking ...?" she asked, her voice teasing at first—but then her eyes widened as she realized exactly what it was. Her fingers froze, her breath hitching as she glanced up at , her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red.

I let out a rough groan, my voice rough with amusent and sothing far more primal. "You two are really sothing," I muttered, my hands suddenly gripping their waists as I flipped them both onto the bed, pinning them beneath . "I think you both need to be punished."

Yelena let out a surprised gasp as she landed on the mattress, her body sprawled out beneath . "Don’t—I was just kidding!" she protested, though her voice lacked its usual defiance, her eyes gleaming with a mix of excitent and nervousness.

Claire, now pressed against the bed beside her, let out a breathless laugh, her fingers curling into the sheets. "Jack, you—!"

But then my breath caught in my throat.

I hovered over them, my gaze locked on the sight of their bodies—completely bare, completely theirs. My breath hitched as I took in the dense, dark curls between their thighs, untad and natural, a stark contrast to the smoothness of their skin.

Claire and Yelena’s hands shot down simultaneously, their fingers pressing tightly over themselves, their faces burning with embarrassnt.

"D-Don’t look!" Claire stamred, her voice trembling as she tried to cover herself, her cheeks flushed crimson. "Jack, it’s—it’s embarrassing!" Her fingers trembled, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps. "You—you despise us, don’t you? For being like this..."

Yelena’s breath hitched, her own hand pressed firmly between her legs, her voice shaking. "Y-You must think we’re disgusting," she whispered, her eyes darting away, her body tensing beneath . "We should’ve—should’ve shaved or sothing—"

I groaned, my cock throbbing painfully at the sight of them—so vulnerable, so real. "Despise you?" I murmured, my voice rough with disbelief.

"How the fuck could I despise you?" My hands slid down, gently prying their fingers away from their bodies, my touch firm but tender. "You’re mine," I growled, my voice dark with possession. "Every single part of you."

Claire’s breath hitched as my fingers brushed against her thigh, her body trembling. "B-But—" she whispered, her voice breaking, her eyes wide with a mix of sha and need.

"No buts," I murmured, my voice a low, dark promise. "You’re perfect."

Yelena’s lips parted, her breath coming faster as my other hand slid down to her thigh, my thumb brushing dangerously close to where she was still trying to hide. "Jack, we—we’re ssy," she whispered, her voice trembling, her fingers still trying to cover herself. "We’re not like the girls you’re used to—"

"I don’t want the girls I’m used to," I cut her off, my voice rough with honesty. "I want you. Both of you. Exactly like this."

Claire let out a shaky breath, her hand finally falling away as my fingers traced the curls between her thighs, her body arching slightly into my touch. "J-Jack..." she whispered, her voice a mix of embarrassnt and desire.

Yelena’s breath trembled as my other hand did the sa to her, her fingers curling into the sheets. "W-We’re naughty," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Aren’t we?"

I groaned, my control snapping.

"Fuck, you’re mine," I growled, my voice rough with need as I lowered my head between them, my lips pressing against Claire’s pussy first. The mont my tongue slid through her folds, she let out a broken, breathy "Ahhh~!