"Yes... Haaah... you're so... skilled at this... it feels incredible..."
"Haaah... I usually play with my clit just like that... Hah!..."
Natsumi's flower-valley became increasingly wet. Thick, slippery honey overflowed from between Ethan's fingers. The elegant MILF looked at Ethan with pure love and lust. "Ah... you're so good at this... Ethan..."
Ethan pulled his fingers out, the remaining juices glistening lewdly under the lamp. He couldn't resist tasting it. There was no foul odor, only a mature, seductive scent and Natsumi's unique body fragrance.
After licking his fingertips clean, Ethan leaned into her ear. "Then... let's take the next step."
He threw his jacket onto the floor, where it covered her yellow bra. Then he stepped out of his pants and underwear. The tall, angry dragon was finally revealed in all its glory right before Natsumi's eyes.
Ethan grabbed his hot, throbbing cock and pressed the head against her clitoris, grinding it frantically. An intense wave of pleasure, like an electric current, surged through Natsumi's entire body.
Her body curled up from the intensity. Her eyes glazed over, and her mind went blank.
"Ahhh! Ahhh!"
"Ethan, Ethan, I can't! Stop! It's too good! I'm going!..."
The sensation of the dragon head grinding against her clitoris was ten times more intense than having her nipples teased. Natsumi shook uncontrollably, barely able to breathe. Her hands clawed at the sheets. "Ethan, it's too much... I'm going to cum! Ethan!"
"Do you really want me to stop, Auntie?"
Ethan pressed his body against hers, silencing her screams with a deep kiss. His tongue darted into her mouth like a serpent, sweeping through and sucking on her wet tongue.
After a moment, the orange-haired MILF began to fight back, her own tongue dancing with Ethan's.
Ethan held the back of her neck with one hand, kissing her passionately, while his other hand found her soaking wet hole. His fingers slid in again, thrusting slowly and rubbing her most sensitive spots, while the dragon head continued to grind against her clitoris and his solid chest rubbed against her swollen nipples.
Natsumi felt like every inch of her body was on fire. She was being broken by pleasure.
But then, Ethan suddenly pulled away. He stopped touching her.
He panted slightly and smiled. "Let's use the position you like best, Auntie..."
"Eh? The position I like?..." Natsumi looked at him, confused. After thinking for a moment, she said, "I guess... missionary or cowgirl. I like to see the person's face..."
In truth, she just wanted to stare at Ethan's beautiful face.
"I understand. Then I'll lie down. You get on top and move however you like."
Ethan leaned back against the headboard. Between his legs, the purple-red beast remained high and proud, twitching with anticipation.
Natsumi swallowed hard and crawled toward him, her face red. She didn't sit down immediately. Looking at the boy's incredible dragon, she wanted to feel this one-in-a-million treasure more closely.
She knelt between his legs and cupped her perfect, snowy breasts, sandwiching Ethan's cock in the deep, slippery cleavage. She began to stroke him up and down with her breasts.
The moment the dragon was wrapped in that soft, milky flesh, Ethan's body stiffened. The sensation was heavenly. He nearly roared in pleasure, only barely keeping it together.
Ethan gripped the sheets and began to thrust his hips, sending his swollen cock into a frantic rhythm between her breasts.
"Mmm..."
"So good..." Ethan groaned. The veins on his hands stood out. He moved faster and harder, his thrusts making Natsumi's whole body jiggle.
"Auntie, you're amazing... Hah, so good... so good..."
"Work harder..."
"Fast, squeeze tighter..."
"Yes, just like that..."
Ethan's movements became a blur. Natsumi was nearly knocked over by the force, her delicate cleavage turning bright red from the friction.
As he moved faster, Natsumi's breathing became erratic. She could feel her flower-hole overflowing with juices. She was so empty, so desperate for Ethan's dragon to finally pierce her and stir her insides.
"Ethan... mmm..."
The gentle MILF crawled up and straddled Ethan's waist.
"Heave-ho..."
She grabbed his shoulders and slowly lowered her body. Her wet flower-valley soon made contact with the massive, burning head.
"Wow... what an amazing cock... it's so hot and as hard as iron."
As her pink entrance kissed the tip, she looked back at the point of impact. "Can it really fit?"
"Don't worry, it'll fit," Ethan smirked, his aching cock eager for the union.
Natsumi adjusted her position and slowly sank her hips. Her tight hole slowly swallowed the rounded, massive head.
"Mmm... ahhh... it really is huge..."
Just the head entering made her feel fuller than she ever had before. Her tight walls wrapped around the dragon, the meat inside pressing in from all sides. Ethan let out a muffled grunt of pleasure.
"Ngh..."
"How does it feel? I'm going to go all the way in now..."
Ethan's reaction satisfied Natsumi. Her question was merely a courtesy. As soon as she finished speaking, she slammed her hips down, swallowing the entire thick, hard dragon in one go.
"Haaah! Haaah! Ahhh!..."
The intense fullness and the electric shock of pleasure made her head snap back. She had to press her hands against Ethan's thighs just to keep from falling over.
"Wow!..."
This cock is incredible...
I'm completely filled up... just entering is enough to make me...
Natsumi closed her eyes, silently savoring the sensation. After a long while, she finally adjusted.
"So this is what the inside of Auntie Natsumi feels like..." Ethan whispered, feeling the internal texture of the gentle housewife.
Seeing her frozen in place, he asked, "Are you okay, Auntie?"
"Mmm... I'm fine... thank you for asking." Natsumi moved forward slightly until there was no gap between their groins. "It's just so big, I was a bit shocked..."
"Wait a moment... I'm going to start moving... heave-ho!..."
The orange-haired beauty made a cute rhythmic sound as her pink, wet canal began to slide up and down the dragon. As she moved, she leaned into Ethan's ear and whispered depravedly, "Haaah... how does it feel...? Compared to Yui's pussy..."
"This... it's deeper than your daughter's, wider... and much softer..." Ethan closed his eyes, offering his lewd assessment. "Haaah... such a mature hole feels amazing..."
"Oh?" Natsumi stopped her hip-grinding and pouted playfully. "So you're saying... I feel loose?"
"No... that's not it."
Ethan shook his head. With his size, it was almost impossible for a woman to feel "loose" unless she was completely broken.
But Natsumi was clearly teasing. She didn't wait for his explanation, pushing him down onto the bed and pressing her hands against his shredded abs. "I see. Compared to young girls, I don't have that tight, constricting feeling, huh?"
Adjusting her stance, she smiled sweetly and began her rhythmic "cheering" again.
"Heave!... Ho!... Ooh!... Ooh!..."
"How about now? Does this still feel loose to you?"
With every cute "heave," the mature housewife's flower-valley constricted violently. Her internal muscles clamped down on the dragon in rhythmic pulses, massaging and grinding against him with desperate intensity. Ethan was nearly overwhelmed by the stimulation.