Extra: Yandere Milfs Obsessed with me!-Chapter 92: I’m your sl*t~~~ (+18)

Kaiser gently lowered Irene to the floor. Her legs trembled so violently that they gave way immediately. She swayed, her knees buckling at an unstable angle. A warm, transparent thread of her love juices ran down her thighs, tracing a glistening path on her skin to her ankles.

After her two orgasms, her finely chiseled face was unrecognizable. Her blue eyes, usually lively, were rolled back, showing only the whites. Her pupils were drowned, almost invisible. Her tongue hung limply from her parted mouth, covered in thick saliva that dripped toward her chin.

"Haaann... Huh... Hnnngh...", she emitted, a hoarse and continuous moan coming from her dry throat.

Kaiser turned her to face him. He took her dangling tongue between his lips, drawing it into his own mouth. He began to suck it avidly, producing a wet and muffled sound. His lips closed around it, sucking gently, while his own tongue explored its surface.

"Mmmph... Gllk... Haa...", gurgled Irene, unable to close her mouth, a bubble of saliva bursting at the corner of her lips.

Kaiser deepened the kiss, his broad tongue completely invading Irene’s mouth. He felt against his palate the contact of her teeth and the texture of her palate. Irene responded only with weak retreating movements of her tongue, totally passive.

He slid his hands to her buttocks, whose pale skin was marked with wide pink imprints from the spankings. He kneaded them firmly, his fingers digging into the dense flesh. The skin was warm to the touch. He spread the two lobes with his palms, exposing her intimacy: the lips, red and swollen, glistened, wet with a mixture of her juices and their previous fluids.

"Haaann... K-Kaiser...", she moaned, her breath reeking from their kiss.

He then lifted Irene by the buttocks, his powerful hands gripping the base of her hips. His fingers left white imprints on her skin. Instinctively, Irene wrapped her thin arms around his neck, her fingers gripping weakly. Her legs hung inert before spreading in a V around his hips.

Kaiser straightened up and advanced, barefoot, toward the bedroom window. The night outside was pierced by the glowing points of buildings. He pressed Irene’s sweat-moist back against the perfectly smooth and cold glass surface.

The warm skin meeting the cold produced an immediate reaction. Irene jolted violently, her entire body stiffening for a second. Her breasts, with nipples hardened to points, crushed against Kaiser’s chest.

"Ouch! C-cold...", she gasped, the words finally distinct, her voice scratchy and broken.

"It’ll wake you up a bit," replied Kaiser. A smile stretched his lips, baring his straight teeth.

He adjusted his grip, sliding his forearms under the crooks of Irene’s knees, brutally spreading her thighs. His member, hard, positioned itself against the soaked and quivering entrance. The flesh there was bright red, swollen, and contracting in small disordered pulses. He pressed with all his weight and buried himself to the hilt.

Irene’s body arched as if whipped by a shock. Her head hit the glass with a sharp thud.

"GYAaaah! Aaah! Ahh-ahh!" Her cry, high and piercing, filled the room.

Without waiting, Kaiser began to pound her forcefully. His hips slapped against the inside of her thighs with a regular and wet sound.

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

With each forward thrust, Irene’s back and buttocks hit the glass with a dull and deep thud, making the entire panel tremble slightly in its frame.

"N-no... Too... Haah! Aah-ah-ah! K-Kaiser... Plap! Thud! T-too deep... Hiiih!" Her moans turned into interrupted sobs, her saliva running down her chin and neck, tracing lines on her skin.

Her eyes, briefly returned, rolled back again, unable to focus on anything. Her fingers now desperately clawed Kaiser’s shoulders, leaving thin pink streaks on his skin.

Kaiser took one of Irene’s breasts in his mouth. He sucked the hardened nipple between his lips, sucking it avidly, his tongue circling quickly on the sensitive tip. Slurp... Slurp... The wet sound echoed against her skin. Irene arched her back, a shiver running through her.

"Haaann! Kaiser... suck me... like that... More..."

He alternated between strong suctions and gentle licks, sometimes nibbling the nipple with slight tooth pressure. Aïnnn! Irene’s high and short cry burst out. With the other hand, he maintained his firm grip under her knees, his fingers digging into her pale flesh, keeping her pressed against the cold window.

The rhythm of his hips accelerated. Clac-clac-clac... The sound of their bodies colliding, interspersed with the slight banging of Irene’s back against the glass with each thrust. Her breasts bounced. Between her legs, Kaiser’s member disappeared and reappeared, producing a wet back-and-forth sound with each movement. Splach... Splach...

Irene moaned uninterrupted, her voice rising and falling. "Yes! Yes! Harder! Fuck me... like a slut... Haaa... Haaa..."

Kaiser growled, his hot breath against her breast. "You’re my little slut, huh? Say it."

"Yes... yes... I’m your slut... your slut... Hann..." she replied between two jerky gasps, her arms clutching his neck with desperate strength.

The pressure in Kaiser built. His movements became deeper, seeking to bury himself to the maximum each time. Clac! Clac! Clac!

Suddenly, his muscles tensed. A hoarse growl came from his throat. Grnnn... Fuck! He ejaculated inside her, each hot and abundant jet filling Irene. He panted against her breast, his mouth stuck to her skin. "Fuck... I’m coming... all inside..."

Irene felt the heat spread in her, triggering one last weaker spasm. Aaaah! A hoarse cry escaped her. "I feel... your cum... it’s so hot... Haa..."

Kaiser made a few slow movements, pushing the liquid deeper. Squich... The mixture of their fluids began to flow down the inside of Irene’s thighs.

He held her against the glass for a moment, panting, his forehead pressed against her moist shoulder. Irene trembled in jerks, her legs limp, useless. Red marks, where his fingers and mouth had been, contrasted on her skin.

Then he withdrew slowly. Ploch. A thread of uncontained cum immediately escaped from Irene’s pussy and ran down her thighs. Without a word, he lifted her, one arm under her knees, the other in her back, and carried her to the bed. He laid her on the cold sheets and sat beside her, panting. His chest rose in quick jerks that gradually slowed.

After a long moment, Kaiser stood up, his sore muscles moving slowly, and headed to the bathroom. The sound of the shower starting followed a few minutes later. He returned, a towel around his waist.

"The bath is ready," he said.

Irene turned her head on the pillow and looked at him. A weary but satisfied smile stretched her lips. "Thank you."

She sat up with a slight moan, unnnh..., and stood, heading toward the shower. As she walked, a new thread of Kaiser’s cum ran down the inside of her thigh. She seemed not to pay attention, simply pushing the bathroom door before closing it behind her.