Ethan smiled as he lowered his head, suddenly taking one of her plump, beautiful nipples into his mouth. He sucked greedily like an infant, making lewd, wet squelching sounds.
His hot tongue rhythmically swiped over the tip, first circling the areola and then repeatedly poking the tiny opening at the center of the bud.
Natsumi couldn't take it anymore. Her body convulsed violently. Her hands, having found their way behind Ethan's neck, pulled him closer, desperately pushing her breasts deeper into his lips.
Ahhh... no... it's too much... it feels too good.
Just having my breasts sucked... how can it feel this incredible?...
"Ethan... Ethan..."
Natsumi didn't even know what she was trying to say. She began to grind her hips, following Ethan's rhythm, her honey-pot rubbing frantically against his massive dragon through the thin fabric of her panties. "Ethan... I... I can't... I'm going to go! I'm going to cum! Mmph..."
"Going already?"
Ethan swung his powerful hips, barely able to restrain himself from whipping out his burning dragon and plunging it into the meat-hole before him. He could feel the head of his cock was rock hard and swollen to the limit, aching for the tight wrap of her internal walls.
The thought of buried deep within this top-tier MILF's womb made his "dragon eye" weep with pre-cum. But not yet—he needed to fully unmask Natsumi's true, debauched nature.
Ethan let out a repressed groan, continuing to grind and bump against her. "Auntie Natsumi, how long has it been? Or are you just that much of a slut that you'd cum from just this?"
The bed creaked and groaned beneath them from the force of his movements.
"My pants are already soaked. It seems your body is much more honest than your mouth, Auntie..."
Natsumi wept, her fingers tangling in Ethan's hair. "Ethan, Ethan... I can't take it... please..."
"Don't worry. I'm going to fix that for you right now."
With that, Ethan slowly unzipped his fly. His massive member, which had been starving for release, sprang out the moment the zipper cleared. The purple-red, arm-thick dragon throbbed, slapping against Natsumi's pink flower-mound through the tiny triangle of her lace panties.
Ethan thrust his hips forward, letting the dragon stand tall, while his long fingers gripped Natsumi's breasts, kneading them frantically. He rolled her sensitive nipples between his fingers until they were red, swollen, and engorged with blood.
"Good girl. Take off your panties. Spread your flower-hole open for me. I want to see the real Auntie Natsumi."
Natsumi looked at him with dazed, misty eyes, as if she hadn't understood. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the terrifying, throbbing purple beast between Ethan's legs.
The sight shocked her, but the hunger and heat instantly consumed her mind and body. Seeing that monstrous cock made her own lower half feel painfully empty, as if begging to be filled.
She looked at Ethan with trepidation, tears welling in her eyes. But Ethan remained unmoved. He wanted this supposedly gentle, refined, but secretly sex-starved woman to take the initiative.
Under her gaze, Ethan's dragon twitched and grew even harder. Pre-cum leaked from the tip, which was swollen to the point of pain. He couldn't stop himself from bumping the dragon head against her soaked flower-valley, while his hands continued to toy with her soft, mature breasts.
"Auntie Natsumi, are you still going to hide your true feelings even now?" he whispered, his eyes turning red with lust.
Just playing with her breasts was driving him wild. They were top-tier; his fingers sank deep into the soft, milky flesh. Her pink buds, now swollen and enlarged from his rough play, looked as tender as a virgin's, despite her having raised a child. He wanted to bite them, to devour them like a madman.
"Ahhh! Ahhh!"
"Ethan..."
"It feels so good, Ethan! I'm going to die from the pleasure! Ethan!..."
"I can't take it anymore! Mmph!..."
Ethan squeezed her two snowy peaks together, sucking both swollen nipples at once. His hips never stopped moving, the dragon head constantly piking at the entrance of her slit, nearly tearing through the thin panties to force its way inside.
Natsumi's mind was a chaotic mess of pleasure. She didn't even know what kind of lewd words were spilling from her lips or what she was screaming.
Just as she was about to reach the peak, Ethan suddenly stopped.
"Do you want to feel even better? Do you want more?"
Ethan squeezed her breasts hard, his voice dripping with temptation. "Auntie Natsumi... dear housewife... if you want it, take off your panties. Open yourself up for me..."
Natsumi's mouth hung open. She no longer cared about dignity or grace. She didn't care that this boy was the same age as her daughter, or that he was her daughter's boyfriend.
Her hands shook as she reached down, slowly unbuttoning the tight jeans that were already hanging off her hips. Ethan's powerful hands immediately grabbed the cuffs and yanked them off, throwing them onto the floor.
Then, obediently, Natsumi lifted her snowy, rounded buttocks and peeled off her panties, revealing the pink, inviting flower-heart beneath.
The orange-haired beauty finally let her sex-loving nature take over. Her seductive red eyes locked onto Ethan's as she gasped, "Ethan, look... this is my pussy. What do you think? Does it look like Yui's?"
Natsumi sat naked on the bed, her right hand supporting her weight while her left hand reached between her wide-spread, slender legs. Her middle and index fingers formed a 'V,' pulling the pink flower-lips apart. The narrow pink slit was like a small mouth, constantly twitching and contracting—a vision of pure temptation.
Once she let go of her inhibitions, Natsumi was even bolder and more depraved than Ethan had imagined.
Ethan leaned over, completely mesmerized by the glistening, pink flower-hole. Watching the slippery, beautiful meat pulsing inside, he couldn't help but pin her thighs down, spreading her even wider.
"Auntie Natsumi... let me play with you a little bit..."
"Of course," she whispered, a醉人 flush appearing on her pretty face.
She lay back, curling into an 'M' shape, one of her petite, snowy feet hovering just above Ethan's head. This position gave him a perfect view of her most private valley. Ethan used his thumbs to separate the flower-lips, studying the soul-stirring hole.
"I see. So this is the shape of Auntie Natsumi's pussy..."
"How often do you masturbate or have sex?"
"Ngh... I masturbate maybe once every two weeks. Usually with my fingers, but toys feel really good, so I like using them too."
Natsumi watched the handsome boy buried between her legs with total openness, having cast shame aside. Enjoying the pleasure of her flower-valley being teased, her hand—still wearing her wedding ring—clutched the sheets.
"Sex... it's been a long time. Maybe ten years."
"I want to have more sex like I used to, but my husband always refuses... saying he's too busy with work, too tired..."
"Where do you touch yourself? Is it here?"
Ethan's index and middle fingers slowly slid into the slippery canal, while his thumb found the slightly erect clitoris, rubbing it while caressing the plump, white flower-mound.
"Is it here? Right here, isn't it?"
His long, well-defined fingers dug and scooped within the hot, wet meat, making wet, squelching sounds.
"Mmm... ahhh! There!... Haaah!..."
After a few sharp gasps, Natsumi adjusted to the sensation and looked back at Ethan, her face flushed. "Yes... that's my G-spot... use your fingertip to stimulate it..."