Minato's hand slid down, delivering a sharp, resounding spank to her ass, the sound cracking through the room like a whip.
Mikasa yelped, her hips jerking, the sting sending a rush of heat straight to her clit, her pussy clenching with desperate need. "Fuck, this ass is begging for my cock," Minato growled, spanking her again, harder, his hand lingering to squeeze the soft, jiggling flesh, his fingers digging in deep, leaving red marks on her skin.
"Twerk it harder, Mikasa. Bounce that fat ass like you're fucking dying to get fucked. Show Eren how much your pussy needs my dick." Mikasa obeyed, her hips moving with a frenzied, almost manic intensity, her ass twerking with a rhythm that was both deliberate and wild.
She bounced faster, her cheeks popping and swaying, each movement a provocative tease that made Minato groan, his cock throbbing against her, the heat of it searing through her jeans. She leaned forward slightly, giving him a better view of her ass, her back arched to accentuate its roundness, her twerking a blatant display of lust.
Her pussy was dripping, her clit throbbing with every grind, her moans filling the room as she ground against Minato's cock, the friction making her body tremble with need.
The room was a furnace, the tension so thick it was suffocating, every movement and sound a spark in the powder keg of desire. Mikasa stood abruptly, her chest heaving, her hands trembling as she reached for the button of her jeans. Her eyes locked onto Eren's, a silent vow that this was for them, for their love, even as her body burned with a need she couldn't control.
She peeled the denim down her hips, slow and teasing, revealing black lace panties that clung to her curves, the fabric soaked through at her crotch, the damp patch glistening in the dim light, a blatant sign of her arousal.
Eren's breath hitched, his cock twitching painfully as he took in the sight of her—her ass round and perfect, her thighs slick with her own wetness, her love for him shining through the haze of lust.
The torment of watching her expose herself to another man was excruciating, but the raw beauty of her desire, her vulnerability, made his heart swell with a love that refused to break.
Mikasa turned back to Minato, straddling him again, her lace-covered pussy brushing against his cock as she resumed her dance. Her hips rolled and bounced with a relentless, frenzied rhythm, her ass twerking with a precision that was both sensual and aggressive.
She alternated her pace, slow and teasing one moment, her hips grinding in a circular motion that made her cheeks pop and sway, then fast and forceful, her ass bouncing with a ferocity that sent ripples through her flesh, each twerk a provocative invitation.
"Fuck, Mikasa, you're gonna make me blow my load just like this," Minato growled, his voice thick with lust. "Look at that ass, so fucking juicy. Your pussy's begging for my cock, isn't it? Ready to get fucked so hard you forget how to walk?" His hands slid up to her breasts again, squeezing through her shirt, his fingers teasing her nipples until she moaned, her body arching into his touch, her clit pulsing with every word.
She twerked harder, her ass bouncing with a rhythmic intensity that made her cheeks jiggle, the lace of her panties rubbing against his cock, the friction making her pussy throb and her moans grow louder. She leaned back slightly, her hands braced on Minato's thighs, her ass popping and swaying in a blatant display of lust, each twerk a tease that pushed them all closer to the edge.
"Tell him, Mikasa," Minato taunted, his voice a low, filthy purr as he spanked her ass again, his fingers slipping under the edge of her panties to tease the sensitive skin near her dripping pussy, brushing so close to her swollen folds she gasped.
"Tell your husband how fucking soaked your cunt is, how bad you need my cock to stretch you out while he watches you come." Mikasa's moan was loud, desperate, her eyes locking onto Eren's as she whispered, "Eren… my pussy's so fucking wet for this." The words were a dagger to his heart, but they also set him ablaze, his cock pulsing with a need that matched the love in her gaze.
Her vulnerability, her love for him shining through her arousal, was a lifeline in the chaos, a reminder that she was still his, no matter how filthy this got.
Mikasa stood again, her movements deliberate, her eyes flicking to Eren as she reached for the hem of her shirt. She pulled it over her head, slow and provocative, revealing a black lace bra that barely contained her heavy breasts, her nipples hard and straining against the delicate fabric.
Eren's heart raced, his cock throbbing with a need that matched the fierce love in his chest.
The sight of her—half-naked, her ass twerking with a frenzied rhythm, her body a vision of raw, aching sexuality—made him want to claim her, to fuck her until she was his alone, but the sight of her dancing for Minato, her pussy dripping, held him in a vice of torment and desire.
She straddled Minato once more, her hands roaming his chest, her nails grazing his skin as she twerked with a rhythm that was both teasing and desperate.
Her ass bounced and swayed, the lace of her panties rubbing against his cock, the friction making them both groan.
She alternated her pace, slow and sensual, her hips rolling in a teasing grind, then fast and aggressive, her ass bouncing with a force that made it jiggle, each twerk a provocative invitation.
"Fuck, Mikasa, you're a goddamn tease," Minato growled, his hands gripping her ass, spanking her again, the sting making her pussy throb and her moans grow louder. "Keep twerking that juicy ass, show Eren how fucking desperate you are to get fucked. You're gonna ride my cock soon, aren't you? Gonna take it so deep you'll be screaming my name while he watches you come apart." His fingers slipped under her panties again, teasing closer to her soaked folds, brushing the sensitive skin just shy of her pussy, making her hips buck with need.
She twerked harder, her ass bouncing with a relentless, frenzied rhythm, her cheeks jiggling with every movement, the lace of her panties soaked through, her pussy dripping down her thighs.
Minato's chuckle was dark, triumphant. "That's right, Eren. Her cunt's dripping for my cock, but she's still yours to love, isn't she?" he mocked, his hands guiding Mikasa's hips as she twerked, her panties soaked through, her ass bouncing against his erection.
"Now, let's get these clothes off me. I want that wet pussy grinding on my cock, no fucking barriers." Mikasa's hands trembled as she reached for his shirt, pulling it over his head to reveal the hard, chiseled planes of his chest.
Her fingers traced his skin, teasing, lingering, as she slid lower, unbuttoning his pants and tugging them down, leaving him in nothing but tight black briefs.
His cock strained against the fabric, thick and massive, the outline a blatant promise of what was to come.
Mikasa's breath caught, her pussy clenching at the sight, her body trembling with a mix of anticipation and guilt, her love for Eren a steady pulse beneath the haze of lust.
She resumed her dance, straddling him again, her hands roaming his chest, her nails scraping lightly as she twerked with a relentless, provocative rhythm.
Her ass bounced and swayed, the lace of her panties rubbing against his cock, the friction making her clit throb and her pussy drip. Minato groaned, his hands gripping her ass, spanking her again, the sting making her moan loudly.
"Fuck, Mikasa, keep twerking that ass," he growled, his voice thick with need. "Show Eren how bad you need my cock to fuck you senseless. You're gonna take it so deep, aren't you? Gonna scream my name while he watches you come all over me."
Eren stood frozen, his body a live wire, his heart a battleground of love and torment. The sight of Mikasa—her ass twerking with a frenzied, hypnotic rhythm, her cheeks bouncing with every grind, her moans filling the room—was both a betrayal and a fucking revelation.
Her eyes met his, and the love in them, the vulnerability, anchored him even as his body burned with need.
He wanted to claim her, to fuck her until she was his alone, but the sight of her dancing, her pussy dripping, her body lost in lust, held him captive. The tension was unbearable, a tightrope stretched to its breaking point, and as Mikasa's hips moved, her body a vision of raw, filthy desire, Eren knew this night would push them to the edge. But her gaze, locked on his, promised one truth: no matter who fucked her, no matter how this unfolded, she was his. And he was hers.
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