Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties - Chapter 352

Chapter 352: Hiding Behind The Door
Kate’s heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. [I need to get a grip. I need to focus on my plan. But how can I when all I see is Jack and Jennifer together, laughing, flirting, having fun? It’s like they’re rubbing it in my face.]

She closed her eyes, trying to push the images away. [I can’t let this get to me. I can’t let them win. I need to stay strong, to remember why I’m doing this. But it’s so hard when all I feel is this gnawing jealousy, this sense of loss.]

I couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly as I listened to Kate’s convoluted thoughts. She didn’t realize that deep down, she just wanted to be with me.

She was making excuses, claiming she wanted to make her husband jealous, but she had forgotten one crucial detail: her husband wasn’t even with her right now.

I turned my attention to the washroom door, my AI Lens penetrating the wood as easily as if it were glass. What I saw made my cock twitch painfully in my pants – Jennifer standing in only her red bra and panties, her body a perfect hourglass of temptation.

She was adjusting her breasts in the mirror, pushing them together to make them look even more luscious and plump. The way her fingers kneaded her flesh was mesmerizing, her nipples hardening under her touch.

Her panties rode low on her hips, the red fabric barely covering her shaved mound. I could see the damp spot growing on the fabric, her arousal evident even from this distance. Her thoughts came through loud and clear:

[Hmmm, after being with Jack for a moment, I don’t know why I’m feeling really horny…] Her mental voice was thick with confusion, her thoughts swirling with desire. [Is it because I didn’t have sex after my divorce from my husband?] The wheels turned in her mind, her thoughts growing more explicit. [Forget it…] Her mental voice was sharp with frustration, her thoughts growing darker.

[I’m sure if Jack saw me like this…] Her mental voice was thick with anticipation, her thoughts growing more explicit. [He would turn into a beast and attack me…] The bitterness in her mental voice was palpable, her thoughts growing darker.

[Why am I getting wet?] Her mental voice was thick with confusion, her thoughts swirling with desire. [Oh my god…] The wheels turned in her mind, her thoughts growing more agitated. [There’s a wet spot on my panties…] Her mental voice was thick with frustration, her thoughts growing darker. [Am I getting this horny?] The bitterness in her mental voice was palpable, her thoughts growing darker.

I could feel my cock straining against my zipper, the pressure nearly unbearable. The way Jennifer’s fingers traced along her collarbone, dipping lower to tease the swell of her breasts, was driving me wild. Her thoughts grew more explicit, her mental voice thick with desire:

[I wonder what Jack would do if he saw me touching myself…] Her mental voice was thick with anticipation, her thoughts growing more explicit.

[Would he come in and take me right here, fuck me hard against the wall?] The bitterness in her mental voice was palpable, her thoughts growing darker, the promise of the night hanging heavy in the air.

[Would he bend me over and fuck me until I couldn’t walk, make me his little slut?] Her mental voice was thick with desire, her thoughts swirling with need.

Her fingers dipped lower, tracing along the waistband of her panties. The way her body responded to her own touch was mesmerizing, her hips swaying slightly as she teased herself. I could see the damp spot on her panties growing, her arousal evident even from this distance.

The sight of her body, the feel of her skin, the scent of her arousal—it was all too much, her body responding to her touch, her breath hot against her skin.

She slipped her fingers under the waistband, feeling the wetness of her pussy, the heat of her skin, the scent of her arousal—it was all too much, her body responding to her touch, her breath hot against her skin.

I suddenly saw Jennifer turn around and walk toward the door, thinking, [Let me ask Jack for a towel to wipe my pussy; otherwise, I couldn’t walk and be uncomfortable in this wet pussy…. but why do I want something to happen…] The feel of her tits, the hardness of her nipples, the softness of her flesh.

[I want him to see me like this, to see how wet he makes me, how much I need him…] Her mental voice was thick with desire, her thoughts swirling with need.

I saw Jennifer slightly open the door, peeking out and showing her face as she said, “Jack… can you bring me a towel… There isn’t one in the bathroom…” Her voice was filled with a mix of desire and longing.

She bit her lip, her eyes meeting mine, the tension between us palpable, the air thick with desire. The sight of her body, the feel of her skin, the scent of her arousal—it was all too much, my body responding to her touch, my cock throbbing with need.

As I heard and saw Jennifer’s actions, I felt my cock hardening, the fabric of my pants straining against my erection. Her movements were deliberate and teasing, her eyes locked onto mine with a playful glint. She bit her lower lip, her tongue darting out to wet it, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of desire.

I looked at her and nodded, my voice slightly hoarse with arousal. “Okay, I will bring it right away,” I said, turning to grab the towel from the cupboard.

As I did, I noticed Kate peeking in, her curiosity piqued by the charged atmosphere between Jennifer and me. Kate’s eyes widened slightly as she took in the scene, her gaze flicking between Jennifer and me, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. She leaned against the doorframe, her posture relaxed yet attentive, as if she was trying to piece together the puzzle of our interaction.

Jennifer couldn’t see Kate peeking in from the bathroom, but I could easily spot her. I decided to ignore it, letting her think I didn’t see her. I wanted to maintain the intimacy of the moment with Jennifer, not wanting any distractions to break the spell we were under.