Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties-Chapter 954: Spurting Semen Over Samantha’s Face

She nodded quickly, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her gaze locked on the blanket as if it were the only thing keeping her from losing control. "It’s my job, Sir," she whispered, her fingers twitching at her sides. "I should make sure you’re clean."

I didn’t stop her.

Her fingers trembled as she lifted the blanket, exposing my thighs inch by inch. The cool air hit my skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of her gaze as it landed on my cock—thick, veined, and rock-hard, the cock flushed dark with blood, the tip already weeping pre-cum. It stood rigid against my stomach, the head swollen and glistening, an obscene display of raw, unchecked arousal.

"Oh—!" She gasped, her eyes widening, her body freezing mid-motion. Her breath came in sharp, uneven bursts, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath her uniform. The scent of my arousal—musky, intoxicating—filled the space between us, and I could see the way her nostrils flared, the way her tongue darted out to wet her lips.

I let out a low, embarrassed chuckle, my voice strained, my cock twitching at her reaction. "I’m sorry, Samantha," I murmured, my voice thick with faux shame. "It’s... a natural reaction. I can’t help it."

She swallowed hard, her gaze flickering between my cock and my face, her fingers tightening around the towel. "I-I understand, Sir," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "It’s fine. I’ll just..." She trailed off, her eyes dropping back to my cock, her breath hitching as another bead of pre-cum welled up at the tip and dripped down the cock.

She dipped the towel into the water again, her hands shaking violently, the fabric dripping as she brought it back to my skin. She reached out, her fingers brushing against my inner thigh, her touch feather-light, hesitant. "I’ll just... wipe around it," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Okay?"

I nodded, my breath hitching as the damp cloth grazed my skin, inching closer to my cock. She was careful—too careful—but the closer she got, the more her resolve crumbled. Her touch grew heavier, her strokes slower, her breathing ragged. The towel slid over my thighs, the fabric rough against my sensitive skin, but it was nothing compared to the fire burning through me.

"Fuck," I groaned, my voice breaking, my hips twitching involuntarily as her fingers brushed dangerously close to my balls. They were heavy, drawn up tight against my body, the skin taut and sensitive. A shudder ran through me, my cock jerking at the near-contact.

She froze, her eyes snapping up to mine, her lips parting in alarm. "D-did I hurt you?"

"No," I rasped, my voice thick with desire, my cock throbbing painfully. "It’s just... sensitive."

She bit her lip, her gaze dropping back to my cock, her fingers trembling as she adjusted the towel. The cloth slipped, her knuckles brushing against the underside of my cock, and a shudder ran through her body. "S-Sir, I—"

"Just... keep going," I begged, my voice raw, my cock aching for more. "Please, don’t fucking stop."

She hesitated for only a second before her resolve shattered. Her hand wrapped around my cock, her fingers trembling as she began to stroke me with the towel. The damp fabric glided over my skin, the friction maddening, the pleasure almost unbearable.

She worked her way down, her touch growing bolder, her strokes slower, more deliberate.

The towel dragged over my balls, the rough fabric sending jolts of pleasure through me. She cupped them gently, her fingers pressing into the sensitive skin, rolling them in her palm as she wiped away the sweat and the faint sheen of pre-cum that had already begun to leak down my cock.

"Oh fuck," I groaned, my head falling back, my hips bucking into her touch. "Samantha—"

She whimpered, her strokes growing faster, more desperate. The towel fell away, her bare hand replacing it, her palm slick with pre-cum as she stroked me. "I-I’m sorry, Sir," she whispered, her voice trembling, her eyes locked on my cock. "I didn’t mean to—"

"Don’t stop," I growled, my voice guttural, my control slipping. "Please, don’t fucking stop."

Her breath came in ragged gasps, her free hand gripping my thigh, her fingers digging into my flesh as if she needed something to anchor herself to.

"Y-you’re so big," she whispered, her voice trembling, her eyes wide with a mix of awe and terror. "I-I’ve never seen one like this."

"Fuck, Samantha," I moaned, my hips jerking, my cock twitching in her grip, the head swollen and leaking. "I’m gonna—"

She didn’t pull away.

With a guttural roar, I came—my cock pulsing violently, thick ropes of cum erupting from the tip.

The first jet struck her cheek, hot and sticky, dripping down her skin. She gasped, her eyes widening in shock, her lips parting as another spurt hit her neck, splattering across her uniform. "Ah—fuck—!" I groaned, my body convulsing, my cum painting her in thick, white streaks. "Oh god—Samantha—!"

She whimpered, her body trembling as another jet hit her chest, soaking through the fabric of her polo, the heat of my release seeping into her skin. "S-Sir—!" Her voice was a broken whisper, her fingers still wrapped around my cock, her touch growing weaker as the reality of what was happening crashed over her.

"I’m sorry," I panted, my voice ragged, my cock still twitching, still spilling cum onto her. "I couldn’t—fuck—I couldn’t hold back."

She stood frozen, her face and uniform drenched in my cum, her breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. "I-I should go—"

"No," I growled, my voice low, commanding. I reached out, my fingers gripping her wrist, holding her in place. "Stay. Clean me up."

She hesitated, her eyes flickering between my cock—still hard, still glistening with cum—and my face. "B-but—"

"Please do it," I ordered, my voice leaving no room for argument. "I don’t want my wife to misunderstand anything."

She swallowed hard, her fingers trembling as she reached for the towel again. She wiped my cock slowly, her touch gentle, her breathing shallow.

The towel dragged through the mess of cum and pre-cum, her fingers pressing into the sensitive skin of my cock, her thumb brushing over the slit at the tip. I hissed at the contact, my cock jerking in her grip, a fresh bead of pre-cum welling up.

"Y-you’re still hard," she whispered, her voice barely audible, her eyes locked on my cock.