Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties-Chapter 990: Haruna: The Bratty Koala

I rubbed the back of my neck, putting on my best guilty, hungover expression. "Yeah, I’m fine... I’m really sorry to disturb you guys last night, Barry. I don’t know what the hell happened. Everything after the bar is just a total blur. I feel like an idiot."

Barry waved his hands quickly, almost too eagerly, trying to look understanding. "No, no, please don’t apologize! It’s completely okay. You must have been really exhausted recently."

"I’ve seen all the news coverage about your big deal in Mexico — those negotiations looked brutal. Dealing with all those aggressive clients and long hours... no wonder you needed to unwind a little. Kate and I completely understand. She was just trying to help you to your room, that’s all."

Through the telepathic bond with Kate, I suddenly caught a faint echo of Barry’s own nervous thoughts leaking through her mind as she listened from the bedroom — but it was Barry’s inner voice, filthy and excited:

[God... did Kate already tell him what I suggested last night? I can’t wait to watch him fuck my wife again... really fuck her this time, hard and deep like she deserves. His cock is so much bigger than mine. I bet her pussy is still stretched and dripping from him right now... I love being the pathetic cuck who gets to watch a real man ruin her married holes.]

I almost chuckled out loud at how pathetic and horny the guy sounded in his own head. This cuck is actually getting off on it.

I forced a small, tired smile and nodded. "Yeah... It’s been a rough couple of weeks with the Mexico trip. Thanks for being so understanding, Barry. I really appreciate it. I didn’t mean to cause any trouble between you and Kate."

Barry leaned in a little closer, lowering his voice like he was sharing a secret. "Trouble? No way. Honestly, Mr. Jack, it’s kind of... relieving to know someone like you was looking out for her."

"Kate’s been so stressed lately, and after everything... well, let’s just say I’m glad she could help you. She’s an amazing woman. Very... accommodating." His cheeks turned even redder as he added, almost whispering, "If anything like that ever happens again, you can always count on us. No questions asked."

[Fuck... I hope he took her hard last night. I want to hear every dirty detail later while I jerk my pathetic little dick. Maybe I’ll ask Kate to describe how he stretched her cunt while I eat his cum out of her... I’m such a worthless cuck, but it turns me on so much.]

I kept my face neutral, but inside I was laughing. "That’s really generous of you, Barry." I paused, then added casually, "And please thank Ms. Kate for the dinner last night. She was really kind to help me when I was out of it. I owe her one."

Barry’s eyes lit up with that same twisted excitement. "Of course! I’ll tell her right away. She’ll be happy to hear you’re okay. And hey... if you ever want to join us for dinner again, or... anything else, just say the word. Kate and I both really enjoyed having you around last night. More than you know."

[Yes... please come back soon and fuck her again right in front of me this time. I want to sit in the corner and watch that big cock destroy her pussy and asshole while she screams your name. I’ll even hold her legs open for you like a good little cuckold husband.]

I nodded one last time. "I’ll keep that in mind, Barry. Take care."

With that, I turned and walked out the main door, closing it behind me with a soft, deliberate click. The moment I was alone, the twisted grin I’d been holding back finally spread across my face.

I pulled out my phone and quickly typed a message to Kate, making sure it sounded casual and innocent — exactly the kind of text a "guilty" guy who remembered nothing would send.

"Hey Kate, just wanted to let you know I accidentally ran into Barry on my way out. He seemed a bit nervous but was really understanding about last night. I apologized again and thanked you for "helping" me. Everything’s cool on my end. Hope you’re okay. Text me if you need anything... or if the soreness gets worse."

I hit send and watched the message deliver, but it stayed on "sent" with no read receipt. I guessed she was still in the bathroom, probably trying to clean up the mess I’d left between her legs — that swollen, cum-leaking pussy and gaping asshole.

No need to worry, though. Kate and Barry were clearly working together on this twisted little game, whether she fully admitted it or not. Still, I wanted to make sure she believed I had no idea about their cuckold dynamic, so the text served as a perfect cover.

I slipped the phone back into my pocket, my cock still half-hard from the morning’s filthy events.

As I walked, my mind drifted to someone far more obedient and eager — Yuko... and her delicious little sister, Haruna. I had promised Yuko I would come meet her today, but the whole drama with Kate had delayed me. No more waiting.

With a single focused thought, I teleported directly to their luxurious private villa, materializing silently inside Haruna’s spacious, elegantly decorated bedroom.

The room was bathed in soft morning light filtering through sheer curtains.

Haruna was lying on her stomach on the large bed, wearing a tight little crop top that barely contained her massive tits and tiny shorts that rode up high on her plump ass.

She was swinging her legs playfully while scrolling through her phone, her ass cheeks slightly spread, giving a mouth-watering view of the way the shorts hugged her pussy mound.

The moment I appeared, Haruna gasped loudly and spun around on the bed. Her big, innocent eyes widened in pure shock that instantly melted into hungry arousal. Before I could even say a word, she pounced like a needy little kitten.

She jumped up and hugged me tightly, wrapping her slender arms around my neck and her smooth legs around my waist. "You... you bad guy!" she whined, her voice cracking with fake anger and real desperate longing.

"I hate you... I hate you so much! You haven’t come to find me, even after coming back for so long... I hate you! I won’t talk to you anymore!"

Her sudden crying drew immediate attention. Haruna clung to me desperately, hanging off my body like a horny koala. Her massive, soft tits — way too big for her petite frame — squished heavily against my chest, her hard nipples dragging teasingly across my shirt through the thin fabric of her crop top.

My hands instinctively moved to support her weight. One slid under her plump, jiggly ass cheek, fingers sinking deep into the warm, soft flesh, while the other gripped her smooth thigh. I could clearly feel the scorching heat radiating from her barely-covered pussy pressed right against my rapidly hardening cock.