Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties-Chapter 969: Freya’s Due Date

A few were visibly pregnant; others held glasses of champagne like they’d been celebrating my return since the plane touched down.

As soon as we stepped out, they swarmed — hugs, kisses, soft exclamations of relief.

But their eyes quickly shifted to the new arrivals.

Gabriela stepped out first — tall, curvaceous, dress clinging to every perfect inch. A low chorus of appreciative murmurs rippled through the group.

Jessica tilted her head, smirking. "I know why husband likes them... if I were a man, I’d want to bury my face in those tits too."

Paige laughed. "Those thighs... god, look at them. Thick and strong. Perfect for wrapping around him."

Isabella stepped forward, eyeing Gabriela with playful envy. "Sister... how old are you?"

Gabriela blinked — then smiled warmly.

They whispered for a moment — ages exchanged — and Isabella’s eyes widened slightly.

"I’m calling you elder sister from now on," she declared with a grin.

Gabriela blushed — suddenly the oldest among all my women — but she laughed softly, accepting the title with grace.

The welcome turned into a chaotic, loving pile of hugs and kisses — even the pregnant Freya waddled forward, belly round and prominent.

I knelt in front of her — hands gently on her stomach.

"When’s the due date?" I asked softly.

Freya rolled her eyes — but smiled.

"It can be any time now... this little one is impatient. Just like their father."

Sofia — standing nearby in her nurse scrubs — stepped forward calmly.

"Husband, don’t worry. I’ve arranged everything at the hospital. An ambulance is parked at the back of the villa — fully staffed, ready 24/7. We’re prepared."

I nodded — grateful — and stood, pulling Freya into a careful hug.

The rest of the women crowded around — hands on my arms, shoulders, kissing my cheeks, whispering how much they’d missed me.

I kissed Freya deeply on the lips — slow, possessive, tasting the faint sweetness of her Chapstick mixed with the warmth of her breath. She melted against me instantly, her pregnant belly pressing softly between us, her small hands clutching the front of my shirt like she needed to anchor herself.

When I pulled back just enough to speak, my voice came out low and rough against her mouth.

"Husband... I feel so itchy down there..." she whispered, cheeks flaming, eyes glassy with need. "I missed you so much... so fucking much... every night I touched myself thinking of you... but it’s not enough... nothing’s enough without your cock inside me..."

Freya’s hands trembled as she untied the silk robe. The moment the belt slipped free, the fabric slid off her shoulders and pooled at her feet, leaving her completely, shamelessly naked in the middle of the living room.

Her pregnant body was pure sin.

Her massive tits had swollen even heavier during pregnancy — full, pendulous, and veined, the pale skin stretched tight over the milk-filled globes. Her dark areolas were huge and puffy, the thick nipples standing out like fat, leaking bullets, already dripping tiny white beads of colostrum that ran in slow, sticky trails down the undersides of her breasts.

But the real obscenity was lower.

Her huge, rounded child bump curved proudly outward — smooth, shiny, and taut — the skin stretched so tight you could see the faint blue veins beneath. Below that glorious belly hung her hairy pregnant pussy — thick, dark, and completely untamed.

A lush, wild bush of black curls covered her mound and lips, now matted and glistening with her heavy arousal. The hair was soaked, strands sticking together in wet clumps, framing her swollen, dark-pink outer lips that had puffed up massively from pregnancy hormones. Her inner lips protruded thick and meaty, dripping with strings of clear, sticky cunt juice that hung in long, obscene threads from her folds all the way down her inner thighs.

Her clit was engorged — a fat, throbbing pearl peeking out from the wet curls — pulsing visibly with every heartbeat.

The entire hairy cunt looked obscene: puffy, dripping, hairy, and desperate, the thick bush making her look even filthier, like a pregnant whore who hadn’t shaved in months because she was too busy aching for cock.

Freya blushed furiously — one hand instinctively moving to cover her hairy mound — but I caught her wrist and pulled it away.

"Don’t you dare hide that nasty pregnant cunt from me," I growled. "Look at it... so fucking hairy... so wet... that thick bush is soaked through... your lips are swollen like two fat meat curtains... and that clit... fuck, it’s huge... throbbing like it needs to be sucked raw."

I slid my hand down her round belly — slow, possessive — until my fingers plunged straight into the thick, wet forest of her pussy hair. The curls were hot and slippery, matted with her juices. I dragged two thick fingers through the dense bush, parting the soaked curls until I found her dripping slit.

Freya’s knees buckled instantly.

"Aaahhh—Jack—! Oh my god—your fingers in my hairy pregnant pussy—nnh—yes—rub my fat clit—feel how wet I am—my bush is drenched—my lips are swollen and puffy—fuck—finger me harder—stretch my pregnant cunt—!"

I pushed two fingers deep inside her — the hot, velvety walls sucking me in greedily. Her hairy pussy was soaking wet — slick, creamy, and ridiculously tight despite the pregnancy. I curled my fingers hard against her G-spot while my thumb rubbed furious circles on her swollen clit, mashing the sensitive nub through the wet curls.

Freya screamed — high, broken, shameless.

"FUUUCK—yes—finger-fuck my hairy cunt—rub my fat pregnant clit—oh shit—my nipples are leaking—my pussy is gushing—aaah—deeper—stretch me—make my hairy hole squirt—nnh—I’m so horny—my pregnant pussy aches for cock every second—please—bully my hairy cunt—make it squirt all over your hand—!"

Julie stepped closer, eyes dark with lust, and cupped one of Freya’s leaking tits, pinching the thick nipple until more colostrum squirted out.

"I know exactly how she feels..." Julie purred, voice filthy. "When I was pregnant with Hannah, my cunt was constantly hairy and dripping... I needed to be fingered every hour, or I’d cry from how bad it ached."

"Look at Freya’s bush — so thick and wild... she hasn’t shaved because she’s too horny to care... her pussy lips are fat and meaty... her clit is huge... she’s a pregnant whore who just wants her hairy cunt used and abused..."

Gabriela laughed darkly behind Freya — reaching around to grab both of her heavy tits and squeeze them hard, milking more colostrum from the fat nipples.

"Yeah... pregnant sluts like us turn into animals. Tits leaking... pussy hairy and sloppy... clit so sensitive you can make us cum just by blowing on it... Freya’s been suffering without you... look how wet her bush is... the hair is matted and dripping... her lips are swollen and hanging out... she’s ready to be ruined... right here... in front of everyone..."