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Mikasa's breath caught, her eyes flicking to Eren as she lowered herself, her pussy throbbing as she felt Minato's cock press against her, hard, thick, and impossibly large. Her hands slid around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer with a desperate, needy grip as her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, locking them together in a tangle of heat and desire.
Minato's hands roamed her body, squeezing her ass with a possessive hunger, his fingers digging into the soft, jiggling flesh, then sliding up to trace the curves of her hips, her waist, her breasts. He pulled her into a deep, ravenous kiss, his lips crashing against hers with a lust so intense it consumed them both.
The kiss was raw, sexual, dripping with primal need—his tongue plunging into her mouth, claiming her with a ferocity that made her moan loudly, her lips parting wider to let him in deeper. Their tongues tangled, slick and hot, each stroke a frenzied dance of dominance and surrender, their lips sliding against each other in a wet, sloppy clash that echoed in the room.
Mikasa sucked on his tongue, her lips moving with desperate, hungry precision, her moans muffled against his mouth as she deepened the kiss, her tongue swirling around his, tasting him, devouring him with a need that made her pussy clench and her clit pulse.
Eren's heart pounded, jealousy searing through him like a wildfire as he watched Mikasa lose herself in the kiss, her moans vibrating against Minato's lips, her body arching into his touch with a pleasure that was both intoxicating and infuriating.
The sight of her enjoying it—her lips locked with another man's, their tongues dancing in a wet, lust-filled frenzy, her ass grinding against his massive bulge—was a knife to his chest, yet his cock throbbed harder, leaking precum as he watched, unable to tear his eyes away.
Her pleasure, so evident in the way her hips moved, her moans growing louder, only deepened his jealousy, a burning need to reclaim her warring with the dark thrill of seeing her so lost in lust. Minato's hands wandered, squeezing her ass harder, his fingers slipping under the edge of her panties to tease the sensitive skin near her soaked folds, then sliding up to cup her breasts, kneading them through her bra with a possessive hunger.
"Fuck, your mouth tastes like fucking heaven," Minato growled against her lips, his voice thick with lust, his tongue plunging back into her mouth for another deep, sloppy kiss. "Keep grinding that dripping cunt on my cock, Mikasa. Show Eren how much you fucking love this, how bad you need me to fuck you raw."
Mikasa moaned into the kiss, her hips moving slower now, a sensual, deliberate grind that made her ass sway and bounce, the lace of her panties rubbing against Minato's cock, the friction sending waves of pleasure through her dripping pussy. Their kiss deepened, a wet, filthy dance of tongues and lips, each stroke filled with raw, sexual hunger.
She sucked on his lower lip, biting gently, then plunged her tongue back into his mouth, swirling it around his, their saliva mixing in a sloppy, desperate clash that made her pussy throb and her clit pulse. Her hands tightened in his hair, pulling him closer, her legs squeezing his waist as she ground against him, her ass moving in slow, sensual circles, the massive bulge of his cock pressing against her soaked panties, making her moan louder into his mouth.
Eren's jealousy burned hotter, his cock aching as he watched her lose herself in the kiss, her moans a testament to her pleasure, a pleasure he hadn't elicited tonight. Yet, the love in her occasional glances, the vulnerability in her eyes when they met his, anchored him, a reminder that she was still his, no matter how much she surrendered to this moment.
Minato broke the kiss with a guttural groan, his lips trailing down her jaw, her neck, before he reached for her bra, his fingers deftly unhooking it with a predatory smirk. He yanked it off, tossing it directly at Eren's face, the lace landing against his chest with a mocking thud. "Catch, Eren," Minato taunted, his voice dripping with provocation. "Something to remember this by." Mikasa's eyes flicked to Eren, a fleeting moment of guilt flashing in her gaze, but she remained silent, her body trembling with need, her silence a loud declaration of her surrender to the moment.
Her breasts were now free, full and heavy, her nipples hard and aching in the cool air, a deep pink against her flushed skin. Eren's breath hitched, his cock twitching painfully at the sight, jealousy and arousal warring within him as he saw Minato's eyes darken with hunger, the massive bulge in his briefs a stark reminder of the comparison that stung.
"Fuck, look at these fucking tits," Minato growled, his hands cupping her breasts, squeezing them hard, his fingers sinking into the soft, pliant flesh. "So fucking perfect. You love this, don't you, Mikasa? Having your tits played with while your husband watches you beg for my cock?"
Mikasa moaned loudly, her head tipping back as Minato's lips descended on her breasts, kissing the soft, sensitive skin with a ravenous hunger. He sucked hard on one nipple, his tongue swirling around the hard, aching peak, then bit down gently, making her gasp, her hips bucking against his cock.
"Oh, fuck, Minato," she whimpered, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as he played with her nipples, sucking, biting, and licking with a relentless, almost cruel intensity. He tugged at her nipple with his teeth, then soothed it with a slow, wet lick, his other hand pinching and twisting her other nipple, making her cry out, her pussy throbbing with every touch. Her ass ground harder against his bulge, the friction sending waves of pleasure through her, her panties soaked through, her arousal dripping down her thighs.
Minato's mouth moved to her other breast, sucking the nipple deep into his mouth, his tongue flicking rapidly, then biting harder, making her moan louder, her body trembling with pleasure. "Fuck, these tits were made to be worshipped," he growled, his voice muffled against her skin, his hands kneading her breasts, squeezing them together, his fingers pinching her nipples until she was writhing on his lap, her pussy clenching with need.
Eren's jealousy reached a fever pitch, the sight of Mikasa's pleasure—her moans, her body arching into Minato's touch, her pussy dripping as she ground against his massive cock—both a torment and a fucking aphrodisiac. The size of Minato's bulge, so much larger than his own, sent a jolt of inadequacy through him, yet his cock throbbed harder, leaking precum as he watched, unable to look away.
Her pleasure, so evident in the way her hips moved, her moans growing louder, her breasts heaving under Minato's relentless attention, only deepened his jealousy, a burning need to reclaim her warring with the dark thrill of seeing her so lost in lust.
"Tell him, Mikasa," Minato taunted, his voice a low, filthy purr as he sucked harder on her nipple, his fingers pinching the other, making her cry out louder. "Tell your husband how fucking good this feels, how bad you need my cock to stretch your tight little cunt while he watches you come." Mikasa's eyes locked onto Eren's, her breath ragged, her voice trembling with desire.
"Eren… it feels so fucking good," she whispered, her words a dagger to his heart, yet they 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 much she surrendered to this moment.
Minato's hands roamed her body, squeezing her ass with a possessive hunger, his fingers slipping under her panties to tease closer to her soaked folds, then sliding up to knead her breasts, his lips never leaving her nipples. Their kiss resumed, a deep, lust-filled clash of lips and tongues, wet and sloppy, each stroke a frenzied dance of raw, sexual hunger.
Mikasa's hips moved slower, more sensually, her ass grinding against his cock, the lace of her panties soaked through, her pussy dripping down her thighs. Eren stood frozen, his body a live wire, his heart a battleground of love and torment.
The sight of Mikasa—her ass grinding, her breasts heaving under Minato's relentless touch, her moans muffled by their passionate, sloppy kiss—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 lost in lust, her pussy dripping, her body surrendering to Minato, 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.