C-Class Hunter Lee Hanna: Crybaby Divorcee (7)
I shared a deep, lingering kiss with Hanna.
"Mmmnh—♥"
Even as our lips stayed locked, my hips never stopped.
Squish—♥!! Squish—♥!! Squish—♥!! Squish—♥!!
If anything, they only grew more violent, as if I meant to wring every last drop of strength out of myself before I came.
After that rough rhythm had gone on for a while—
"Kh! I'm really about to cum now!"
The urge surging up from my lower body hit its absolute limit. At my words, Hanna—proving that everything she had done earlier was no act—moaned and answered.
"Haaahn♥♥! Your hot cum...♥ Fill me up inside...♥♥! Dump it all in me♥!!"
The moment she finished speaking I felt the powerful climax rising hard. I snapped my hips forward with everything I had and—
─────Thud♥!!!
—buried my cock straight into Hanna's womb.
Her back arched like a drawn bow; her whole body shuddered violently.
"〰〰〰〰〰♥!!〰〰〰〰〰〰♥♥?!!"
An unintelligible cry tore out of her—whether she had climaxed at the exact same instant, I couldn't tell. And I, without pulling out an inch—
—Brrr! Brrr! Brrrrr!!
—unloaded every drop of semen I had left.
My ejaculation dragged her straight into another orgasm. Not an ordinary one, either.
—Fwoosh! Fwoosh!! Fwoooosh!!
A full-body squirting climax.
Maybe it was because we had finished almost together.
"Hah... hah..."
"Haaah...♥ Hah...♥"
We simply stared at each other, chests heaving, for a long moment. Then, without a word, we started moving again.
More precisely—
"We're not... done yet, right♥?"
Hanna's switch had clearly flipped all the way on. She pulled the cock still buried inside her free, then walked straight over to the wall. While I was still wondering what she intended—
"How about we try it like this this time♥?"
—she planted both hands against the wall and pushed her hips back, presenting herself in the perfect position for entry. In other words, an extremely provocative pose.
Naturally, I didn't hold back.
—Grip.
I seized the ass she was offering exactly the way she wanted and—
Thrust—♥!
—sank back in to the hilt.
Losing my erection was never a concern. Maybe it was because I had already raised my stamina and vitality; my lower body simply refused to calm down. So instead of rocking gently while still inside her—
────Slap♥!!────Slap♥!!────Slap♥!!────Slap♥!!
—I started pounding her pussy even harder than before.
It wasn't pure lust alone that let me move like that.
Ugh! Is it because I already came inside? It's even slipperier!
Luckily—or maybe unluckily—the semen I had just pumped into her was still coating everything, making every thrust smoother. After grabbing her ass and slamming my hips for a while longer—
Feels amazing, but holding her like this is a little awkward.
—I shifted my hands from her cheeks up to her waist. Even after the change of grip, Hanna gave no reaction. Or rather, she was in no condition to notice.
Ahiieeet♥♥♥?! His cock keeps...♥ pounding straight into my womb... hyahn♥♥!
My thrusts had grown rougher than earlier; the tip kept spearing the deepest part of her, so the hands settling on her waist barely registered.
After holding her by the waist and driving into her for a while longer—
"I'm cumming again!"
—the rough pace brought me to the edge fast. I told her so, and she simply nodded, giving me full permission. So I, still pounding hard—
—Brrrrr! Brrr! Brrrr!!
—unloaded roughly inside her once more, flooding a womb that was already full of my cum.
Two consecutive climaxes left me gasping.
"Hah... hah... hoo..."
While I caught my breath I thought, How many times have I cum already? Five, maybe?
Even after all that, my cock didn't ache the way it had last time. Still, exhaustion was exhaustion.
Stamina and vitality are better, but the hunger is brutal.
Guess nothing comes without a downside.
Speed's up, but the fuel efficiency feels worse.
Anyway, fighting that fierce hunger, I finally pulled my cock free of her pussy.
Pop—♥
Maybe because I had filled her womb over and over, the moment I withdrew there came a wet little pop of air, and then—
—Drip.
—my cum began to spill out of her. The sight made my lower body tighten again, but I forced myself to hold back. Honestly I wanted more, yet if I stayed any longer things would get awkward.
So I reined in my reason as best I could and asked,
"Hanna, are you satisfied?"
She had clearly spent a lot of energy herself; she straightened her back with visible effort and answered,
"Yes...♥ Very much so...♥♥"
I smiled in relief.
"Then that's good. If something like this happens again, just call me."
I figured saying that made it clear we were done for today—when suddenly—
—Grab.
Hanna caught my arm. For a second the memory of the last time she had milked me dry flashed through my mind.
No way...?
Thankfully, my suspicion turned out to be unfounded.
"If I just send you off like this I'll feel bad. At least stay for a meal. We won't do any more this time."
Just a misunderstanding. Still a little suspicious, maybe, but—
"...Then I won't refuse."
—right now I was far too hungry to turn her down.
"While I'm cooking, go take a shower."
"Ah, is that really okay?"
"No one else is coming home, so take your time~"
I nodded, stepped into the bathroom, and showered.
"God, I'm starving."
The hunger made even washing a chore, but rinsing off all the sweat finally cleared the sticky feeling from my skin. When I finished and walked out, what greeted me in the kitchen was—
"Ahem..."
"Ah, all clean?"
—Hanna cooking in nothing but a naked apron.
Wait. Is she seriously not planning to go further?
I felt a flicker of doubt, then decided not to dig any deeper. Wondering more would feel like losing, and besides—
If I bring it up we might end up doing it again.
At least let me eat first.
With that thought I started shoveling the food she had prepared into my mouth.
I've thought this since last time, but she really is an incredible cook.
Familiar side dishes somehow tasted brand-new; I felt a twinge of guilt toward my own mother. Honestly, it was better than Mom's cooking.
Sorry, Mom.
After I had been eating heartily for a while—
"Hehe. You eat so adorably."
—Hanna, sitting across from me, spoke up.
"Ah, sorry. It was so good I got carried away."
I realized I had been eating like a complete barbarian. She just chuckled and waved it off.
"It's fine. I actually like watching you."
I laughed, scratched the back of my head, and nodded. If she put it that way, no need to hold back, right?
I focused on the meal again for a bit, until—
"If it's all right with you... would you like to come over for meals sometimes?"
—Hanna made a truly unexpected offer. Last time she had mentioned making side dishes for me, though the divorce mess had kept her too busy for it to happen. Still, this felt like the same kind of invitation, so I answered with a smile.
"Whenever you've cooked a big batch, just call me anytime."
Meaning I wouldn't refuse. But she shook her head and clarified exactly what she meant.
"If you come over for a meal... that day, I'll act like your wife♥"
I swallowed hard.
"Does that mean...?"
"Not just sexual relief. You can come whenever you want♥"
I didn't ask why. The question rose naturally, but I was a man who understood atmosphere. So I gave the best answer I could manage.
"Th-then I'll contact you first when I come."
Hanna simply smiled, bright and pleased.
"Yes. Please do♥"
She didn't press any further. Watching that smile, I picked up my spoon again.
I wasn't sure what it all meant yet, but it looked like my chances for free meals had just gone up.