Extra: Yandere Milfs Obsessed with me!-Chapter 198: Boobjob to Get the Chef’s Sauce (+18)

Kaiser was seated in his armchair. He wanted to talk to Ariana to get the information he desired, but he couldn’t stay focused.

Right now, under the desk, Irene was on her knees between his spread legs. Her bare knees pressed into the carpet. Her lips surrounded his cock.

She sucked slowly, going all the way to the base each time. Her flat tongue slid up along the vein under the glans. Her hair fell in strands across his thighs. She had hiked her black dress up to her waist, the fabric forming a crumpled heap at her lower back. Her black lace panties were stretched over the roundness of her ass.

Her right hand was slipped inside them. Her fingers moved steadily between her lips, two fingers sliding in and out. Her wrist followed the motion.

*Schlick schlick schlick*

Soft, muffled moans escaped her throat with every movement of her fingers.

’Mmmh... mmmh...’

Kaiser placed one hand flat on the desk. He tried to fix his gaze on the documents in front of him. Every time he started to concentrate, Irene sped up slightly or tightened her lips. The tip of her tongue pressed just under the glans. He felt his body react despite himself.

"Irene..."

She didn’t answer and simply continued. She took his cock deeper. Her throat contracted around the head.

A slightly louder moan escaped her muffled mouth, stifled by the flesh.

’Mmmnnn!’

Her hand inside her panties sped up. Her fingers plunged in and out faster.

Schlick schlick schlick schlick

The fabric of her panties was soaked, clinging to the slit of her pussy. She was very wet.

She pulled her mouth away with a wet sucking sound.

Her tongue came out and ran slow circles around the glans. Once, then twice.

"Ahhh..." she sighed softly, her warm breath brushing the head.

Then she resumed sucking, faster now. Her cheeks hollowed with each motion. Her left hand wrapped around the base of his cock, fingers closed tight. She stroked him at the same time she sucked. The movement precise, steady. Her wrist twisting slightly on each upstroke. Kaiser felt his hips jerk forward a few centimeters. Involuntarily.

He placed a hand on her head. His fingers slid into her hair, parting the strands across her forehead. He didn’t force her. He simply left his hand there, feeling the back-and-forth motion of her head.

Irene must have sensed him tensing. The muscles of his thighs tightening. His breathing stopping for a second. She released her mouth.

She straightened a little on her knees. Her thighs spread wider. She undid two more buttons on her top. Her breasts spilled completely out of the bustier. They were full, firm, beneath pale skin.

The pink nipples, hard and erect. She cupped them from underneath with both hands, pressing them together around his still saliva-slick cock. The warm, soft skin. She began to move, a shoulder-driven back-and-forth. Her breasts slid along the length, trapping the glans between her areolas. Small moans now punctuated her movements. "Oh... You like it? ... mmmh..."

She slid her hands along Kaiser’s thighs and up to his belt. Her fingers found the buckle, undid it in one motion. She pulled down the zipper, metal teeth parting with a sharp sound.

She fully freed his cock, already hard.

She began a slow handjob. Her wrist twisting on each upstroke. She stroked up and down with pressure, the skin retracting then covering the glans again. She lowered her head and let saliva drip from her lips.

The thick strand stretched before falling onto the tip. She spat a second time, spreading the saliva with her thumb. The glans became shiny, slick. Then she resumed the motion, more steady, more firm. The sound was wet.

Kaiser clenched his teeth. The muscles of his jaw stood out. He gripped the armrest of the chair with his free hand, knuckles whitening.

She looked up at him. Her lashes fluttered once. Her lips were swollen. She smiled faintly, saying nothing. She continued.

She brought her breasts closer. Her skin against his. She squeezed them on either side of his cock, flesh overflowing between her fingers. The contact was warm, soft, tight. She slid her breasts up along the shaft, then down. The glans reappeared with each compression between her pink areolas.

At the same time, her right hand hadn’t stopped. Two fingers plunged deep inside her. Her knuckles disappeared with each thrust. Her fingers glistened. Her thumb rubbed her clit in quick circles, the small hardened bud under the pressure. Her thighs trembled slightly. Her breathing quickened.

Ah... nn...

Her mouth hung open. A thin trail of saliva at the corner.

Ah...

Kaiser felt the tension build in his lower abdomen. His abs contracted. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

Irene sped up the movement of her breasts. She squeezed harder, the skin reddening under the pressure. She lowered her head to lick the glans on each upstroke. Her tongue circled, pressing firmly. She sucked a little. Her cheeks hollowed.

He groaned.

"Irene, I’m going to... Fuck!"

She understood immediately. She released her breasts. Her saliva stuck between her skin and his. She took his cock back into her mouth. Her lips parted, engulfed him. She sucked fast, deep, without pause. Her head moved back and forth. Her tongue pressed under the glans on each upstroke.

Her left hand caressed his balls, squeezing gently, rolling the skin between her fingers. Her right hand kept moving inside her panties. The sound was liquid.

*Mmmmph... hnn...*

She moaned around him, the sound muffled but clear. Her cheeks were red. Her eyes half-closed.

"I want the chef’s sauce~~!"

Kaiser gripped her hair with both hands. He dug his fingers into her scalp. He gave one final thrust of his hips, his pelvis lifting off the chair.

He came in her mouth. The spasms were long, powerful. His cock twitched.

Irene felt the hot jets on her tongue. She swallowed everything slowly, without letting a single drop escape. Her throat moved. She continued to suck gently, lips tight around the now overly sensitive glans, while he finished.

At the same moment, Irene tensed. Her neck stiffened. Her fingers plunged one last time, deep, up to the last knuckle. She came too. Her body shook. Her thighs clamped around her hand. She stayed still for a second, breathing hard, mouth still around him.

" Ah..."

She pulled her mouth away. A strand of saliva still connected her lower lip to the glans. It broke. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand.

She straightened on her knees, her dress falling back over her thighs, and rested her head on Kaiser’s thigh. Cheek against the fabric of his pants. She closed her eyes to relax for a moment.

Kaiser remained silent, saying almost nothing the entire time. From Irene’s expression, she knew something was nagging at his thoughts...

But since she only wanted to give him a boobjob...

’Who am I to stop her if she only wants the chef’s sauce??’