Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties
Chapter 385 - 385: Julie's Camel Toe

I couldn't resist teasing her further, my voice dripping with dark amusement. "I have heard applying saliva might help with slight burns," I said, my tongue tracing along her fingers like they were her nipples. The way her breath hitched told me how much she wanted this despite her protests.

Julie blushed deeply, her body trembling with need as she pulled back her fingers. "I... Jack... I am fine now... thank you," she murmured, her voice thick with need as she pulled her top back up to cover her breasts.

Julie took a deep, steadying breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort to regain her composure. Her fingers trembled slightly as she adjusted her top, tucking herself back in with a swift, practiced motion that hinted at her flustered state.

With a composed demeanor, she began serving the dishes, her movements graceful and deliberate. She leaned over to place the food onto Hannah's and Elyas's plates, the fabric of her top stretching tautly over her form, before finally serving her own plate. Once everyone was served, she gracefully took her seat at the table, her presence adding a palpable energy to the room.

As we all started eating, the clinking of cutlery and the soft murmurs of conversation filled the air, creating a semblance of normalcy. Yet, beneath the surface, the charged atmosphere lingered, each glance and subtle movement adding layers of unspoken tension to the meal.

Hannah's breath came in shallow gasps beside me, her body trembling slightly as she felt the tension between Julie and me. "This is delicious," she murmured, her voice thick with need as she took another bite. The way her thigh pressed against mine told me she was becoming aware of the charged atmosphere.

As the meal continued, I couldn't resist letting my hand slide higher up Julie's thigh, my fingers brushing against her bare skin. The way her breath hitched told me how much she wanted this despite the risk of being caught.

Elyas nodded in agreement, completely unaware of the erotic tension crackling between his wife and me. "Yes, this is excellent," he said warmly. "You'll have to teach me your techniques, Jack."

I couldn't resist glancing at Julie with a wicked smirk as I answered Elyas. "The secret is in the preparation," I said, deliberately emphasizing the word while my fingers traced slow patterns against her dripping pussy through the fabric. "You have to take your time... work the ingredients thoroughly... make sure everything is properly seasoned."

Julie's face flushed even darker, her thighs trembling as she tried to subtly press them together to contain the growing wetness. The way her breath came in shallow gasps made my cock throb painfully against my zipper, the confined space making every sensation more intense.

Hannah took another bite, her body trembling slightly as she felt the tension between Julie and me. "I could eat this every day," she murmured, her voice thick with need.

Julie's fingers clenched the tablecloth, her knuckles turning white as she tried to maintain composure. "That's very kind of you, Jack," she managed through gritted teeth, her voice tight with barely contained need. The way her hips subtly rocked against my touch betrayed how much she wanted this despite her protests.

Hannah's eyes sparkled with excitement as she took a bite of the steak. "This is delicious!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine appreciation. "You're a great cook, Jack!"

I chuckled softly, my eyes locked on Julie's flushed face. "I'm glad you like it," I murmured, my voice low and intimate. "I enjoy cooking for beautiful women."

Julie's breath caught in her throat, her cheeks flushing crimson as she understood my meaning. "Jack!" she hissed, her voice rough with embarrassment. The way her body trembled against mine made my blood heat, my cock throbbing painfully in my pants.

Hannah's eyes sparkled with innocent enthusiasm as she took another bite of steak, completely oblivious to the charged tension between her mother and me. "Mmm, this is so good!" she said, her voice bright with genuine appreciation. "You should cook for us more often, Jack!"

I chuckled darkly, my thumb tracing slow circles higher up Julie's inner thigh. "Oh, I plan to," I murmured, my voice low and intimate just for her. "Especially when the main ingredient is so... responsive." My fingers brushed against the damp fabric between her thighs, feeling how soaked she already was for me.

Julie's breath caught audibly, her back stiffening as she tried to subtly shift away from my touch. But the way her hips followed my hand told me everything I needed to know. [Oh gods...] Her mental voice was thick with need. [He's touching me...] Her thoughts turned inward, laced with desire. [Right here at the table...] Her mental voice was thick with arousal. [With Hannah just feet away...] Her thoughts raced with dark excitement. [I should stop him...] Her mental voice was thick with conflict. [But I don't want to...] Her thoughts turned inward, laced with desperate need.

Elyas nodded in agreement, completely unaware of the erotic tension crackling between Julie and me. "Yes, you really should cook more often," he said warmly. "This meal is incredible. What's your secret?"

I couldn't resist glancing at Julie with a wicked smirk as I answered. "The secret is in the preparation," I said, deliberately emphasizing the word while my fingers traced slow patterns against her dripping pussy through the fabric. "You have to take your time... work the ingredients thoroughly... make sure everything is properly seasoned."

Julie's face flushed even darker, her thighs trembling as she tried to subtly press them together to contain the growing wetness. The way her breath came in shallow gasps made my cock throb painfully against my zipper. I could feel her arousal coating my fingers even through the fabric, her body trembling with the effort of staying composed.

Hannah took another enthusiastic bite, completely missing the charged exchange. "I could eat this every day!" she exclaimed. "You'll have to teach me how to make it, Jack!"

I chuckled, my fingers tracing slow circles against Julie's clit through the damp fabric. "I'd be happy to give you private lessons," I murmured, my voice low and suggestive. The way Julie's breath hitched told me she understood exactly what kind of "lessons" I meant.

Julie's fingers clenched the tablecloth, her knuckles turning white as she tried to maintain composure. "That's very kind of you, Jack," she managed through gritted teeth, her voice tight with barely contained need. The way her hips subtly rocked against my touch betrayed how much she wanted this despite her protests.

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