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The bedroom was a molten crucible, the air so saturated with primal, electric tension it felt like it could combust with a single breath.
Shadows writhed across the walls, cast by the flickering glow of a lone lamp, transforming the once-sacred space—where Eren and Mikasa had woven countless nights of tender, soul-deep intimacy—into a throbbing arena of raw, forbidden lust.
The scent of Mikasa's arousal, musky and intoxicating, permeated the room, mingling with the faint floral trace of her perfume to create a heady, suffocating haze that clung to the skin.
Every sound—the groan of the bedframe, the whisper of fabric, the ragged, desperate gasps of their breathing—was a live wire, each one amplifying the volatile charge of the moment. The bed, its sheets still tangled from Eren and Mikasa's last night of passion, loomed like a battlefield, ready to bear witness to this dangerous, exhilarating descent.
Minato lounged on the edge of the bed, his legs spread wide, his posture radiating unyielding dominance, a predator in complete control. His dark eyes burned with feral hunger, locked onto Mikasa with an intensity that made Eren's chest constrict with a volatile mix of possessiveness and searing arousal, his cock straining so painfully against his jeans it was a throbbing torment.
Mikasa stood before him, her body a vision of conflicted desire—her cheeks flushed a deep, guilty crimson, her lips parted, her breath uneven and trembling with anticipation.
Her black hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing the curves of her body, still clad in tight jeans that hugged her round, plump ass and a thin shirt that clung to her heavy breasts, her nipples visibly hard through the fabric, betraying the aching need pulsing through her.
Eren lingered near the doorway, his fists clenched so tightly his nails drew blood, his pulse hammering like a war drum.
The sight of his wife, trembling with raw anticipation, tore at his heart with a fierce, protective love, yet the dark, undeniable thrill of watching her unravel for another man set his blood ablaze, his cock leaking precum with a need he couldn't suppress.
Minato's voice sliced through the silence, a low, filthy growl that dripped with command and provocation. "Alright, Mikasa, let's make this fucking nasty," he purred, his eyes raking over her body like he was already fucking her with his gaze.
"Give me a lap dance. Grind that juicy, fat ass on my cock, twerk it like your dripping cunt's begging for me while your husband watches you lose your fucking mind." His gaze flicked to Eren, taunting, daring, a wicked smirk curling his lips.
"You're gonna go crazy, Eren, watching her twerk that perfect ass on my dick, her pussy soaking through her panties for me. Bet your cock's already dripping, thinking about how I'm gonna fuck her until she's screaming my name."
Mikasa's breath hitched, her eyes darting to Eren, wide with a raw mix of vulnerability and scorching, uncontrollable need. His gaze anchored her, a silent vow of their unbreakable love, a lifeline in the storm of her arousal.
The intensity in Eren's eyes—love tangled with a searing, reluctant hunger—made her clit throb violently, her pussy so wet she could feel it soaking her panties, the heat dripping down her thighs.
She stepped forward, her movements slow and deliberate, her hips swaying with a sensual, provocative grace that made Eren's throat go dry, his cock twitching painfully in his jeans.
"Eren…" she whispered, her voice trembling with a plea for connection, for forgiveness, as she positioned herself in front of Minato, her back to him, her ass hovering just above his lap, teasingly close, a tantalizing promise of what was to come.
"Fuck, yes, Mikasa," Minato growled, his hands instantly finding her hips, his fingers digging into the denim with possessive, bruising force, his touch searing through the fabric like a brand.
"Twerk that fat ass on my cock. Let me feel how bad your pussy's throbbing for me." His voice was thick with lust, his eyes glued to the curve of her ass as she lowered herself onto him, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles that quickly escalated into a frenzied, hypnotic rhythm.
The fabric of his pants strained against his rock-hard erection, the thick, pulsing outline pressing against her ass, hot and unyielding. Mikasa gasped, a loud, needy moan escaping her lips as she felt his cock throb against her, the heat of it searing through her jeans, igniting a fire in her core that made her pussy clench and her clit pulse.
Her movements were a mesmerizing dance of raw, filthy desire, her ass twerking with an intense, relentless rhythm that bordered on feral. She rolled her hips in a tight, figure-eight pattern, her cheeks bouncing and jiggling with each movement, the denim stretching taut over her curves, accentuating every dip and swell.
She alternated her pace with deliberate precision—slow and teasing one moment, her hips grinding in a sensual, circular motion that made her ass pop and sway, then fast and aggressive, her cheeks bouncing with a frenetic intensity that sent ripples through her flesh.
Each twerk was a provocative tease, her ass slamming down against Minato's cock, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through her dripping pussy, her panties soaked through, the dampness seeping into her jeans.
She arched her back further, pushing her ass out, making it bounce harder, each movement a blatant invitation, her hips snapping with a rhythm that was both controlled and wild, her cheeks jiggling with every thrust.
Eren watched, his body a live wire, every nerve screaming with a mix of torment and insatiable desire. The sight of Mikasa's ass twerking on Minato's lap—her hips rolling, her cheeks bouncing with a relentless, hypnotic rhythm—was a gut-punch that made his cock leak precum and his heart ache with a fierce, protective love.
Her movements were a vision of raw sexuality, each twerk a deliberate tease, her ass popping and swaying in a frenzied dance that screamed lust.
Minato's hands roamed her body, sliding up her sides to cup her heavy breasts through her shirt, his fingers kneading the soft, full mounds, his thumbs circling her nipples until they stood out like hard, aching peaks. "Fuck, these tits are so goddamn perfect," he growled, his voice a filthy rumble that sent a shiver down Mikasa's spine, her pussy clenching with need.
"You love having your nipples played with, don't you, Mikasa? Bet your cunt's gushing just thinking about my cock fucking you raw while Eren watches you come apart." He pinched her nipples hard, twisting them through the fabric, and Mikasa moaned loudly, a desperate, wanton sound that echoed in the room, her hips faltering as pleasure shot through her, her clit pulsing violently.
Her eyes locked onto Eren's, the raw vulnerability in her gaze a silent plea for his love, his strength, to hold her through this firestorm. The sight of her—moaning, her ass twerking with a frenzied rhythm on another man's cock, her breasts heaving under Minato's hands—made Eren's cock throb so hard it hurt, his heart pounding with a love so fierce it nearly drowned out the torment.
He wanted to cross the room, to rip her away and fuck her until she screamed his name, but the sight of her, lost in the filthy, relentless rhythm of her twerking, held him captive, his body burning with a need he couldn't deny. "Eren…" Mikasa whimpered again, her voice trembling with guilt and desire, her ass twerking harder, the denim rubbing against Minato's cock, her pussy soaking through her panties with every grind.
Her hips snapped faster, her cheeks bouncing with a wild, aggressive rhythm, each twerk making her ass jiggle, the denim stretching taut as she ground against him, her clit throbbing with every movement.