The afternoon sun was fading fast when the sound of a car pulling into the driveway jolted me from my haze. Ayaka's eyes snapped open, panic flashing through her lust-darkened gaze.
"Shit," she hissed, scrambling to pull her robe closed. "That's my husband. He's home early."
My heart slammed against my ribs as footsteps echoed closer. We had just enough time—she grabbed my hand, dragging me toward the cramped closet near the kitchen.
"Hide," she whispered urgently, pressing me inside and closing the door just as her husband's key turned in the lock.
The minutes crawled by, tension choking the air. I could hear muffled voices, the clink of dishes, the casual sounds of a man unaware of the fucking storm raging just feet away.
Ayaka's hand found mine in the dark, fingers curling tightly around mine. "God, I want you so bad," she whispered, breath hot against my ear. "But if he finds out, it's over. You gotta be quiet."
I swallowed hard, cock twitching painfully. "We'll be careful. I promise."
Suddenly, a noise outside the closet door—a creak, a cough. Ayaka pressed herself against me, lips brushing my neck, her body trembling.
"We need to make this quick," she said, voice low and desperate. "Come here."
Before I could answer, her robe slipped off again, revealing those fat tits and wet pussy shining in the dim light. I didn't hesitate.
She sank to her knees, pulling me down as she took my cock into her mouth, lips slick and eager despite the risk. The wet, sloppy sounds filled the tiny space as she sucked me like a pro, gagging just enough to make me lose control.
"Fuck, you're gonna get me caught," she whispered between deep sucks, eyes wild with lust.
I groaned, fingers tangled in her hair, thrusting just enough to make her moan and gag.
When I finally came, she swallowed every drop, then smiled up at me wickedly. "You're mine, no matter what."
The moment the front door clicked shut behind her husband, Ayaka didn't waste a second. She grabbed my hand, dragging me into the kitchen with that wicked gleam in her eyes.
"Come on, baby," she whispered, pushing me up against the cold counter. "I need you now—no more hiding."
Her robe slipped open, and those fat tits spilled free, nipples hard and begging for attention. I groaned, hands roaming over her curves as she dropped to her knees, pulling my cock free.
Her mouth was hot and hungry, lips slick as she wrapped them around my shaft, deepthroating me with practiced ease. The wet, sloppy sounds echoed through the quiet house, making my head spin.
"Fuck, you taste so good," she moaned, hands gripping my thighs. "Gonna make you cum all over my face."
Her tongue swirled and flicked, squeezing tight as I thrust gently into her mouth, careful not to make too much noise. The thrill of being caught only made it hotter.
Just as I was about to blow, she pulled back, licking her lips and looking up with that dirty smile. "Not yet, baby. I want you inside me."
She stood, pushing me down onto the counter, legs wrapping around me as I plunged deep into her dripping wet pussy. Her moans filled the kitchen, loud and desperate.
"Fuck me, baby," she begged, nails digging into my shoulders. "Show me how much you want this dirty MILF."
We moved together, sweat mixing with the cool counter beneath us, the risk of being caught making every thrust electric.
When we finally exploded together, I came deep inside her, warm and sticky, as she screamed my name, pussy clenching tight.
Breathless and sticky, we collapsed against the counter, knowing this was just the start of a summer full of filthy, risky fun.