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The bedroom was a molten crucible of raw, primal lust, the air so saturated with electric tension it seemed to hum with a dangerous, palpable charge.
Shadows writhed across the walls, cast by the sultry, flickering glow of a single lamp, transforming the once-sacred space—where Eren and Mikasa had woven countless nights of tender, soul-deep intimacy—into a throbbing arena of forbidden, visceral desire.
The scent of Mikasa's arousal, thick and musky, saturated the room, mingling with the faint floral trace of her perfume to create a heady, suffocating haze that clung to their skin like a lover's touch.
Every sound—the groan of the bedframe, the wet rustle of fabric, the ragged, desperate gasps of their breathing—was a live wire, each one stoking the volatile inferno of the moment.
The bed, its sheets still tangled from Eren and Mikasa's last night of passion, loomed like a battlefield, its rumpled surface a silent witness to this dangerous, exhilarating descent into the abyss.
Minato lounged on the edge of the bed, his legs spread wide, his posture radiating unyielding dominance, a predator in complete command. His dark eyes burned with feral, insatiable hunger, locked onto Mikasa with an intensity that made Eren's chest constrict with a volatile mix of jealousy and searing arousal, his cock straining so painfully against his jeans it was a throbbing, leaking 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 raw anticipation.
Her black hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing the curves of her body, now clad only in black lace panties that clung to her hips, the fabric soaked through at her crotch, the glistening damp patch a blatant testament to her dripping arousal.
Her breasts, still barely contained by her black lace bra, heaved with each ragged breath, her nipples hard and straining against the delicate fabric, aching for touch. 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, half-naked and trembling with need, tore at his heart with a fierce, possessive 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, his erection a painful reminder of his conflicted desire.
Minato's voice sliced through the silence, a low, filthy growl that dripped with command and provocation. "Fuck, Mikasa, that ass is driving me fucking insane," he purred, his eyes raking over her body like he was already fucking her with his gaze.
"Keep twerking that juicy, fat ass on my cock. Grind that dripping cunt on me, show me how fucking desperate you are while your husband watches you beg for my dick." His gaze flicked to Eren, taunting, daring, a wicked smirk curling his lips.
"You're gonna lose your fucking mind, Eren, watching her twerk that perfect ass on my dick, her pussy gushing for me. Bet your cock's already leaking, imagining 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, but the heat pulsing between her thighs was undeniable, her pussy so wet it dripped down her inner thighs, soaking her panties and leaving a glistening trail.
The intensity in Eren's eyes—love tangled with a searing, jealous hunger—made her clit throb violently, her body trembling with anticipation and guilt. She straddled Minato, her lace-covered pussy brushing against the massive bulge in his tight black briefs, the thick, pulsing outline a stark promise of what was to come.
Eren's eyes widened in shock, a jolt of jealousy and inadequacy hitting him like a punch as he took in the size of Minato's bulge—thicker, longer, dwarfing his own cock in a way that made his heart pound with a mix of envy and arousal.
His own erection throbbed painfully, leaking precum, betraying his need despite the sting of comparison, his love for Mikasa warring with the torment of seeing her grind on a man so clearly endowed.
Mikasa's hips rolled and bounced with a relentless, frenzied rhythm, her ass twerking with a precision that was both sensual and feral. She alternated her pace with deliberate, provocative intent—slow and teasing one moment, her hips grinding in a tight, circular motion that made her cheeks pop and sway, each twerk sending ripples through her soft, jiggling flesh, then fast and forceful, her ass bouncing with a ferocity that slapped against Minato's crotch, the sound echoing in the room like a primal drumbeat.
Each twerk was a blatant invitation, her ass slamming down against his cock, the friction sending electric sparks of pleasure through her dripping pussy, her clit pulsing with every grind. She arched her back further, pushing her ass out, making it bounce harder, each movement a wild, rhythmic assault, her cheeks jiggling with every thrust, her hips snapping with a ferocity that
screamed raw, filthy lust.
Her pussy was so wet it soaked through her panties, the dampness seeping into Minato's briefs, leaving a glistening mark that only heightened Eren's jealousy, his cock throbbing as he watched her pleasure unfold, her moans a testament to her surrender.
Minato groaned, his hands gripping Mikasa's hips with bruising force, his fingers digging into her flesh as her twerking grew wilder, her ass bouncing with a frenetic intensity that made her cheeks jiggle. "Fuck, Mikasa, you're gonna make me lose it," he growled, his voice thick with lust, his control fraying at the edges.
"Turn around. Sit on my lap, face me. I need to taste that fucking mouth, feel that soaked pussy grinding on my cock." His eyes burned with need, his hands guiding her as she obeyed, turning to straddle him face-to-face, her thighs spreading wide as she settled onto his lap, her lace-covered pussy pressing directly against the massive bulge in his briefs, the heat of it searing through the thin fabric.
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