Extra: Yandere Milfs Obsessed with me!-Chapter 48: Pleasures of the Flesh (+18)

Kaiser remained inside her for a few more seconds, his forehead resting against her shoulder, the skin of their temples moist and sticking to each other. His hoarse breath whistled in her ear.

Then he straightened slowly, the muscles of his back and shoulders unfolding. His cock slid out of Irene’s pussy with a wet and prolonged sound. Irene shuddered slightly, a small shiver running down her spine.

"Mmh..." She was completely limp, arms spread out, palms open, legs open and relaxed, chest rising and falling quickly, skin glistening with sweat. An empty smile floated on her red and slightly swollen lips.

Kaiser ran a hand through his black hair, stuck and wet, then got out of bed. The springs creaked. Then he walked naked to the small nightstand.

He grabbed the half-full plastic water bottle, brought it to his mouth, and took several gulps. Water trickled a bit down his chin, mingling with traces of sweat and a thin red scratch. He set the bottle down on the wood, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and turned toward the bed.

Irene was still lying there, exactly as he had left her: legs spread, pussy glistening and swollen with their mixed fluids, the white and pearly cum still slowly oozing out.

Her heavy breasts, marked by the pressure of his fingers, rested on either side of her ribcage, nipples still hard and erect. Her hair was spread in disarray, a few strands plastered to her cheek by sweat. Her eyes were half-closed, lashes trembling slightly, a lazy and exhausted smile on her lips. "Haa..." A slow breath escaped her.

Kaiser looked at her for a long time, from feet to face. A carnivorous smile slowly stretched his thin lips, revealing very white teeth.

His dick, which was still hanging heavily half-hard, swelled and straightened suddenly, purple and veined, as if he had never cum. He walked back to the bed with determined steps, the muscles of his thighs contracting.

Irene reopened her eyes upon hearing the mattress creak under his weight. She saw him approaching, the shadow of his torso falling over her, cock already stiff. Her eyes, glassy with pleasure, widened.

"Wait... Kaiser... we just finished," she protested in a weak, hoarse voice, almost a murmur. She tried to close her thighs, a tremor running through her tired muscles, but her legs were too heavy, too limp. "I’m completely drained... I have no legs left."

He did not respond, his dark gaze fixed on her offered body. He climbed onto the bed, the wooden frame groaned. He grabbed her hips with both hands, fingers digging into her pale flesh, and flipped her over with a force that cut her breath.

Irene found herself on all fours without time to react, face buried in the scent of cotton and sex from the pillow, ass raised. Her round and full buttocks were right in front of him, still marked with bright red from previous slaps, skin warm.

"Kaiser, seriously... not again..." she moaned, voice muffled by the fabric, but a tremor, a new vibration, already inhabited her. "Mnn-ph..."

He grabbed both her buttocks with full hands, flesh overflowing between his fingers, and spread them wide, exposing everything. Her pussy was gaping, lips reddened, glistening and dripping with cum that began to trickle down the inside of her thighs. Then he positioned his wide glans against the entrance, which throbbed at the contact, and thrust in with one single powerful push, to the hilt.

"AHHH—GNNH!" Irene cried into the pillow, back arching violently, her spine drawing a perfect curve. Her fingers gripped the sheets.

Kaiser gave her no second of respite. He firmly grabbed her hips, thumbs digging into the hollow of her lower back, and began pounding her with a brutal cadence, each pelvic thrust making his flesh slap against hers.

The sound was wet and repetitive: ploc-ploc-ploc-ploc, fast and regular, interspersed with Kaiser’s hoarse and whistling breath.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" The cum already inside splashed with each withdrawal, splattering her inner thighs, his balls, and the sheets in white and sticky threads. A strong and musky smell rose in the warm air of the room.

"You’re mine," he growled between thrusts. He raised his hand and brought down a dry slap on the full flesh of her right buttock. "Paf!" The skin trembled, whitened for an instant before a bright red mark appeared immediately, matching the outline of his fingers.

"Ye-yes... yes..." panted Irene, voice muffled and jerky from each push. "Hnn! Hnn!"

Another slap, on the other buttock. Stronger, fuller. "Cla-ack!" Then a third, then a fourth. "Smack! Pa-tchak!" Her buttocks were bright red now, radiating heat, skin sensitive and vibrating.

She let out small sharp cries with each impact, "Ouch! Ah!" but her hips lifted, her back hollowed, offering the burning target even more.

He grabbed a thick handful of her green hair, wrapped it around his fist, and pulled her head back, exposing her sweaty neck and throat.

"Gyah!" Irene moaned louder, mouth open in a grimace, teeth gleaming. He leaned over her, his massive and dripping torso stuck to her curved back, the heat of his skin crushing her shoulder blades, and continued pounding her without slowing, the ploc-ploc-ploc rhythm becoming deeper, more fleshy.

"You like it when I take you like this, huh? When I flip you over and fill you to the hilt?" he breathed in her ear, his breath hot and moist. His voice was a low growl against her eardrum.

"Yes... fuck, yes, that’s it..." she replied in a broken voice, barely audible between her gasps. "That’s what I need..."

He released her hair with a push, shoving her forward. Irene fell heavily onto her elbows, face buried again, ass still high and offered, marbled with red. Kaiser grabbed her two slender wrists, brutally pulled them behind her back, and pinned them with one powerful hand, imprisoning her crossed forearms, immobilizing her completely.

With the other hand, he resumed hammering her buttocks, alternating strikes on the left and right flesh until the skin was uniformly scarlet, hot to the touch. "Tchak-tchak-tchak!"

Then he suddenly released her, flipping her with a hip and hand movement onto her back.

The springs screamed. Irene found herself lying down, legs wide open and limp, stomach pulsing, face scarlet and glistening with sweat, eyes filled with tears of pleasure and exhaustion.

He grabbed her ankles, hands fully encircling the bones, lifted them high, folding her knees almost against the sides of her own chest, and plunged into her again with a sharp and precise thrust. "Schhlaak!"

"Look at me," he ordered, voice low and commanding.

She obeyed, heavy eyelids lifting with effort. Her eyes were foggy, gaze floating, pupils dilated. He fucked her with mechanical force, each thrust shaking her entire body.

Her heavy breasts bounced and trembled with each impact, hardened nipples describing small circles. He leaned in, letting a trail of sweat drip from his forehead onto her chest, and caught a pale brown nipple between his teeth. He clamped it, nibbled, then increased the pressure just enough for pain to shoot through.

"YII—AHH!" she screamed, body arched.

"Kaiser... I’m going again... I’m going... Hihn! Hihn!"

He released the wet nipple, leaving a pink mark, and moved his free hand up to place it flat on her throat, palm against her trachea, fingers partially wrapping around her neck.

He did not squeeze, but the pressure was there, possessive, dominant. He accelerated again, the slapping of their skins becoming a continuous roll, the bed frame banging regularly against the wall with a dull BANG... BANG... BANG.

"Wait for me. Hold it," he growled, jaw muscles prominent.

He removed his hand from her throat, straightened on his knees, sweaty torso glistening.

Grabbed her limp legs, brought them together and swung them over one of his broad shoulders, twisting her pelvis sideways at a sharp angle. A position that opened and deepened everything. He thrust even deeper, finding new depth.

"OUAIII—GNNNH!" screamed Irene, head thrown back, neck tendons strained to breaking, whites of her eyes rolled back visible for an instant.

He pounded her with this twisted and merciless cadence for an intense minute, the sound becoming a wet and deep frouf-frouf-frouf, each thrust making her arch and moan. "Hanh! Hanh! K-Kaiser... I can’t... I can’t anymore..."

"Me neither," he growled, voice strained to the extreme. The muscles of his abdomen, buttocks, and thighs were stone, streaked with veins under the dripping skin. His breath was jerky panting. "Uh! Uh!"

He grabbed her hips more firmly, fingers digging into the red-marbled flesh, and accelerated one last time, the movement suddenly frantic, disordered.

Irene let out a hoarse, strangled cry that turned into a long continuous moan.

"AAAAAAHHH-GNNNNNH!" Her body suddenly stiffened from neck to toes, then was shaken by uncontrollable violent spasms. Her pussy, already excessively full, contracted and clenched violently around him in successive waves, triggering a hot and liquid flow that gushed to wet their joined stomachs.

It was the final signal for Kaiser. A deep growl rose from his chest.

"GRRHH—FUCK!" He thrust one last time, to the hilt, and stayed buried there, his whole body in extension. His cock, buried deepest inside her, pulsed violently, in pressed and hot spurts, as he came in turn with hoarse growls.

Irene, totally drained, collapsed onto her stomach, partially pulling him with her in the fall. They stayed like that for a long moment, piled up, panting, Kaiser’s body slumped on hers, his warm and heavy weight crushing her against the soaked mattress.

The only sound was that of their hoarse breaths gradually calming, slowly synchronizing.