Chapter 1261: Saki’s Missing Panties

Saki turned to her husband with a calm, practiced smile.

"You watch TV here... I’ll take Mr. Jack to the study room."

Yamamoto, still eyeing my expensive suit with a mix of mild suspicion and reluctant acceptance, simply nodded and sank back into his armchair, already reaching for the remote. The television flickered on, filling the living room with low background noise.

Saki glanced at me, voice polite and professional for his benefit.

"Mr. Jack, please follow me."

She turned and walked ahead down the short hallway. My eyes dropped immediately to her ass.

The simple house dress she wore clung tightly across the full, heavy curves of her married ass.

With every step she deliberately exaggerated the sway of her hips, rolling them in a slow, vulgar rhythm that made both thick cheeks bounce and jiggle independently under the thin fabric.

The soft flesh rolled from side to side, the deep cleft between them briefly outlined each time she took a longer step. She added a little extra sway on purpose—left, then right—making the entire soft mass of her ass ripple and shake in a way that was pure invitation.

The fabric of the dress shifted and stretched with every movement, momentarily molding itself to the round underside of each cheek before releasing again.

The jiggle was heavy and mature, the kind of soft, weighty bounce that only a full-bodied woman in her prime could produce. She knew exactly what she was doing.

Every exaggerated roll of her hips was timed so that I got the clearest possible view of her ass working under the dress while her husband sat only meters away, completely oblivious, eyes on the television.

I followed close behind, already fully hard inside my suit pants, watching that thick, swinging married ass jiggle and sway with every step, knowing the study door was only a few more vulgar hip rolls away.

The moment we reached the study, Saki stepped aside and made a small gesture with her hand, inviting me in first. I walked past her into the modest room—bookshelves, a low desk, a single window with the curtains already drawn.

She followed right after, turning immediately to close the door and twist the lock with a soft, decisive click.

The second the lock engaged, I dropped to my knees behind her.

My hands gripped the soft, heavy cheeks of her ass through the thin house dress and pulled them apart as I shoved my face straight between them.

I rubbed my face hard against the thick, warm flesh, inhaling the heat of her body through the fabric, nose and mouth pressing deep into the soft cleft. The full weight of her married ass smothered me as I ground my face into it.

I raised one hand and brought it down hard.

SMACK!

The thick cheek jiggled violently under the slap. Saki’s body jerked forward against the door with a sharp, muffled moan.

"Nnngh... Jack...!"

I didn’t stop. I kept my face buried in her ass, rubbing and nuzzling the soft, heavy flesh while my hand cracked against the other cheek just as hard.

SMACK!

Another deep, involuntary moan spilled out of her. Her hips pushed back against my face almost automatically, pressing that thick married ass harder onto me while I continued to maul and spank it right there against the locked study door, her husband only a short hallway away watching television.

Saki’s voice came out shaky and breathless, half-protest, half-moan.

"What are you doing...? My husband is out there...!"

I chuckled against the soft, warm flesh of her ass, the sound muffled by the thick cheeks I was still burying my face between. My hands kept kneading and spreading them, thumbs digging into the soft underside while I rubbed my face harder into the deep cleft.

"I know he is out there..." I murmured, voice low and filthy, right against the fabric covering her ass. "That’s what makes it better."

I raised my hand and brought it down again—SMACK!—watching the heavy cheek ripple under the sharp impact. Saki’s body jerked, another stifled moan escaping her throat as she pressed her palms against the door for support.

I kept my face buried there, inhaling the heat of her, spanking and groping that thick married ass without any intention of stopping, fully aware that only a thin door and a short hallway separated us from her husband and the low drone of the television.

My hands moved lower. I gripped the thin fabric of her house pants right over her crotch and tore it open with a sharp, deliberate rip. The material gave way easily, exposing her completely.

Thick, dark pubic hair came into view—dense and untrimmed—framing the already glistening lips of her pussy. No panties. Nothing at all between my mouth and her bare, married cunt.

I looked up at her, still on my knees, voice low and rough.

"Why aren’t you wearing any panties...?"

Saki’s face flushed deep red. She glanced toward the locked door as if her husband might suddenly appear, then looked back down at me, voice small and embarrassed.

"I thought you were gonna take it off anyway... so why wear it?"

That was all the invitation I needed.

I surged forward and pressed my mouth straight onto her hairy, dripping pussy. My tongue dragged hard through the wet folds, tasting her immediately—salty, musky, already soaked. Saki’s hands flew to my shoulders with a sharp gasp.

In one smooth motion I hooked my arms under her thighs and lifted her clean off the floor. Her legs wrapped tightly around my back as I stood, pinning her against the locked study door.

I kept my mouth locked on her cunt, sucking and licking greedily while her full weight settled on my shoulders and face. Her thick thighs squeezed around my head.

The wet, filthy sounds of my tongue working between her hairy lips filled the small room—slurp, schlick, soft wet suction—while her back pressed hard against the door and her husband continued watching television just down the hall.

Saki’s fingers tangled in my hair, a broken, stifled moan escaping her as I sucked her swollen clit between my lips and flicked it hard with my tongue.