Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

[Maybe he has gone back to the office to meet a client.] Hannah's mental voice was thick with growing understanding. The thought lingered in her mind, a mix of curiosity and confusion swirling within her.

[In case a new client asked for him...]The realization made her confused, her thoughts a tangled web of possibilities and uncertainties. She tried to make sense of the situation, her mind racing with questions and scenarios.

Hearing Hannah's thoughts, I recalled that Elyas is an architect, a profession that demands a unique blend of creativity, precision, and constant mobility. His job required him to design spaces for clients, a task that involved much more than just drawing blueprints.

It was a complex process that included understanding the client's needs, envisioning the space, creating detailed plans, and overseeing the construction to ensure the design was executed flawlessly.

As an architect, Elyas's work was not confined to the four walls of an office. He frequently needed to visit locations, sometimes in the heart of bustling cities, other times in the tranquility of the countryside.

Each project was unique, presenting its own set of challenges and requirements. He would meet with clients to discuss their vision, inspect sites to understand the lay of the land, and collaborate with contractors to ensure the construction aligned with his design.

The unpredictable nature of Elyas's work meant he was frequently away from home, his schedule dictated by the demands of his projects. One day he could be in the office, engrossed in designing a new building, the next he could be on-site, overseeing the construction, ensuring every detail was perfect.

His presence at home was fleeting, his time there precious and rare. This was the reality of his profession, and it was something we had all grown accustomed to

But now, I had locked him in the bathroom. The memory of that action sent a surge of power through me, a heady sense of control that was intoxicating. The uncertainty of whether he had his phone in his pajamas added a layer of tension to the situation.

If he had his phone, he might be able to call for help or find a way out. The thought of him potentially escaping sent a thrill of anticipation down my spine, the possibility of his helplessness a dark excitement.

Hannah's thoughts were a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Even as she thought of her father, her eyes were drawn back to my cock, still hard and glistening with our mixed fluids. [But I can't stop thinking...] Her mental voice was thick with growing need, a hunger that was becoming impossible to ignore. [About his cock...] Her thoughts grew darker, more explicit as she imagined what it would feel like.

[Fucking me...] Her mental voice was thick with growing realization, a forbidden desire that was both shameful and exhilarating. [Like he fucked Mom...] The thought made her juices drip down her thighs, her body reacting viscerally to the forbidden possibility.

I could feel her arousal growing through our telepathic link, her pussy growing wetter with each passing second, a physical manifestation of her mental turmoil.

Hannah gripped my cock tightly, her hand moving with a sense of purpose. [Hmm... still pretending to be asleep...] Her thoughts were a mix of determination and desire. [I can't let him get away easily... even though I couldn't tell Dad about Mom's affair... doing this would surely destroy our family forever...]

Her internal struggle was palpable, a conflict between her loyalty to her family and her growing desires. [Then maybe... maybe... I should seduce Jack... yeah... in this way... I can ask him to stay away from my mom...]

But even as she considered this, she was plagued by doubt. [But... Mom would be sad... even be against the idea of me becoming his girlfriend.... No, I have to save Mom... she must be confused... by Jack's charm.... yeah, that must be it...]

I noticed her hand moving up and down on my cock, her touch both tentative and eager. The thought crossed my mind, [But... how can Jack... listen to me...?]

Hannah's fingers trembled as they wrapped around my thick cock, her breath coming in ragged gasps that made her perfect tits rise and fall beneath her thin blouse.

The fabric was nearly transparent with her arousal, the dark circles of her nipples clearly visible through the damp material. Her pussy throbbed with need, her virgin juices dripping down her thighs as she stared at my still-hard cock.

[I could seduce him...] Her mental voice was thick with growing determination. [Like in those porn videos...] Her thoughts spiraled with dark curiosity, her fingers tracing the prominent veins that stood out against my skin. [Show him what he can't have...] The plan formed in her mind, dark and depraved.

[Tease him with my virgin pussy...] Her mental voice was thick with growing excitement. [Make him beg for it...] Her thoughts grew darker as she imagined the act. [And then...] Her mental voice was thick with growing determination. [Make him promise to stay away from Mom...] The plan solidified in her mind, dark and depraved.

Her fingers wrapped fully around my cock, testing its thickness. [I bet my pussy is tighter than Mom's...] Her mental voice was thick with growing confidence. [Virgin tight...] Her thoughts grew more explicit as she imagined what it would feel like. [He'd love it...] Her mental voice was thick with growing excitement.

[I could capture his heart...] Her thoughts grew darker as she imagined the possibility. [With my tight little pussy...] The realization made her juices drip down her thighs, her body reacting to the forbidden thought. [And then he'd be mine...] Her mental voice was thick with growing determination.

[Not Mom's...] Her thoughts grew more explicit as she imagined the possibility. [He'd forget all about her...] The plan formed in her mind, dark and depraved. [Once he feels how tight I am...] Her mental voice was thick with growing excitement.

Her hand moved with growing confidence, her fingers exploring every inch of my cock. [I'll show him just a little...] Her mental voice was thick with growing determination. [Tease him...] Her thoughts grew darker as she imagined the act. [Make him crazy with need...] Her mental voice was thick with growing excitement.

[And then make him promise...] Her thoughts grew more explicit as she imagined the possibility. [Before I let him have me...] The plan was dark and depraved, her body reacting to the forbidden thought. Her hand moved faster along my length, her fingers tracing the sensitive head where pre-cum beaded.

[I could be his favorite...] Her mental voice was thick with growing confidence. [His special girl...] Her thoughts grew darker as she imagined the possibility. [If I play this right...] Her mental voice was thick with growing determination.

[He'll forget all about Mom...] Her thoughts grew more explicit as she imagined the possibility. [And be mine forever...] The plan was dark and depraved, her body reacting to the forbidden thought. Her hand moved with growing confidence, her fingers exploring every inch of my cock.

This was going even better than I'd hoped. The game was afoot, and Hannah was playing right into my hands. The thrill of her discovery, the way her mind twisted itself in knots trying to justify her slutty actions - it was all perfect.