Extra: Yandere Milfs Obsessed with me!-Chapter 95: That Night...

Irene felt the warmth of Kaiser’s lips on hers. The kiss was soft. Their mouths touched lightly, parted, then came back together.

She placed a hand on his nape, her fingers sliding into his sweat-damp hair. Kaiser responded by tilting his head, deepening the contact. His tongue brushed hers, slowly, with a tenderness that contrasted with the brutal passion of the previous days.

He ran a hand down her back, caressing her moist skin with his fingertips, tracing light lines along her spine. Irene shivered under this simple touch. She pressed herself a little closer to him, her naked body glued to his.

Her full breasts pressed against his chest, she felt his heart beating calmly. Kaiser slid his other hand over her hip, then over her thigh. He brushed the inside of her leg, where the skin was still sensitive from the previous marks.

"You are so beautiful," he murmured against her lips, before kissing her again.

Irene smiled into the kiss. She responded by pressing her lips to his with more insistence. Her tongue sought his, playing gently, swirling around.

The kiss became wetter, hotter. She sucked lightly on his lower lip, nibbling it softly. Kaiser groaned faintly, a low sound that vibrated in his chest. He responded by capturing her mouth more firmly, his tongue exploring hers slowly.

His hands continued their caresses. One now moved up her side, brushing the side of her breast. He grazed the underside of her heavy chest, then moved up to cup one gently. His thumb stroked the hardened nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

Irene moaned into his mouth, a soft and prolonged sound. She arched her back slightly, pressing her breast into his palm. Kaiser massaged gently, with slow circular movements. He pinched the nipple lightly, just enough to send a wave of pleasure through her tired body.

Irene lowered a hand to his chest, tracing the contours of his muscles. Her fingers moved lower, over his belly, then to his hip. She brushed his still half-hard cock, caressing it with her fingertips.

Kaiser inhaled deeply into the kiss, his body reacting immediately. She wrapped her hand around him, stroking slowly up and down. The skin was warm, velvety, still wet from their mixed fluids.

"You drive me crazy," he breathed, breaking the kiss to place his lips on her neck.

He kissed the sensitive skin just below her ear, then trailed downward in a line of light kisses. His open mouth left wet traces. Irene tilted her head back, offering her neck. She continued to stroke him, feeling his cock harden fully in her hand. Kaiser sucked gently on her neck skin, leaving a new red mark. His hands slid over her shoulders, then her arms, caressing every inch.

He moved back up to reclaim her lips. Their tongues danced together, seeking, tasting each other. Irene wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him closer. Their bodies pressed against each other, skin against skin. Kaiser rolled slightly to the side, pulling her with him. She ended up half on top of him, one leg draped over his hip.

His hands explored her back again, descending to her round buttocks. He massaged them gently, kneading the still reddened flesh. Irene moaned against his mouth, her hips moving instinctively. She rubbed her wet pussy against his thigh, seeking contact. Kaiser felt the warm wetness on his skin and smiled into the kiss.

He kissed her more deeply, his tongue plunging into her mouth. One hand moved up to her breast, caressing it tenderly. The other slid between her thighs, brushing her swollen pussy. His fingers traced the outer lips, wet and sensitive. Irene trembled, her lips parting in a moan. He stroked slowly, from bottom to top, grazing her swollen clit.

She responded by speeding up her strokes on his hard cock. Her movements were slow, steady. Kaiser groaned, his hips lifting slightly. He inserted a finger into her, feeling the tight heat. Irene gasped, clenching her muscles around him. He moved gently, in and out with infinite slowness.

Their kisses did not stop. They parted only to catch their breath, then returned to each other. Irene nibbled his upper lip, then sucked his tongue. Kaiser responded by deepening it, his free hand stroking her stuck hair.

"Come closer," he murmured.

She climbed onto him, straddling his waist. Her pussy pressed against his belly, she felt his hard cock against her buttocks. Kaiser placed his hands on her hips, guiding her gently. Irene leaned down to kiss him again, her hanging breasts brushing his chest. Their lips met in a long and tender kiss.

He caressed her breasts with both hands now, weighing them, massaging them. His thumbs played with the nipples, making them harden even more. Irene moaned, her hips rolling slowly against him. She lowered a hand to guide his cock to her entrance. Slowly, she lowered herself, taking him in centimeter by centimeter.

The pleasure was soft, intense. Her pussy gripped him warmly, still sensitive. Kaiser groaned, his hands tightening on her hips. Irene began to move slowly, rising and falling with fluid movements. Each descent was deep, complete.

They kissed without stopping. Her lips on his, then on his neck, then back to his mouth. Kaiser lifted his head to capture a breast in his mouth. He sucked the nipple gently, his tongue swirling around. Irene gasped, speeding up her movements slightly.

"It’s so good..." she murmured.

He responded by thrusting his hips upward, meeting her descents. The rhythm remained slow, smooth. Their bodies moved in harmony, without haste. The caresses continued: his hands on her buttocks, hers on his chest. Kisses everywhere: on the lips, the neck, the shoulders.

Irene felt the pleasure rising gently. Her muscles contracted around him. Kaiser sped up his thrusts a little, feeling the same rise. They came together, in near silence, only muffled moans in a deep kiss. Soft spasms coursed through them, prolonged. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

She collapsed onto him, panting. Kaiser embraced her, stroking her back. They stayed like that, joined, skin against skin.

In the warmth of the hotel room, Irene fell asleep gently in his arms. Her breathing was regular and calm against his chest. Kaiser waited a moment, feeling her body relax completely. Then he got up carefully so as not to wake her.

Irene murmured something in her sleep, but did not move further. Kaiser covered her with the rumpled sheet, pulling the light fabric up over her bare shoulders. She had a peaceful smile on her lips, her tangled hair spread on the pillow. He lingered a moment watching her.

Satisfied that she was sleeping deeply, he walked to the window. The room was plunged in soft dimness, lit only by the street lights. Outside, the night was lively despite the late hour. A few passersby walked on the sidewalk.

Kaiser observed the scene in silence. His mind now turning to a clearer plan. He would predict events with precision. Things he already knew, thanks to his knowledge of the future. He would pass himself off as a seer. People would believe in his ability, as they believed in that of Her Holiness. Even if some events changed because of his actions or interventions, others would remain unchanged. That would be more than enough to gain recognition that would truly give him a foresight ability through the system.

That night... Nostradamus, The Prophet, was born.