Chapter 127 - 126: Show me what you’re hiding down there
His voice sounded like that of a ruler, and all the MILFs immediately began following his orders. All of their asses were visible for me to enjoy, varying in shape, pubic hair, and hemline... but one thing remained the same: every pussy and asshole was in perfect condition for pounding.
"Savior, please tell us if we are doing badly... guide us to greatness," Cindy spoke while raising her butt high.
She had flawless white skin and pink labia, with a bit of pubic hair on the upper section. She moved her hips slightly from left to right, showcasing her soft body on the wooden floor.
"It’s actually very good. Now it’s time for the performance to begin. Shake all of your butts and do a sow dance for the savior." Owen wanted to enter the room, but he wasn’t confident he could control his urges to fuck all of them at once.
He needed to control himself; it wasn’t fitting for a savior to act greedy. He took a deep breath, resting his hand against the doorframe to keep himself steady.
’Damn, this is great. I could watch this scene forever...’ Owen stroked his cock while watching all the MILFs do their best to dance.
He could see their tits jiggling below, their nipples almost brushing against the floor.
"Savior, ah... please give me the next baptism!"
"No, savior, please grant it to me! This woman needs your baptism because my husband is only two inches long..."
"It should be me, Savior! Please rate my sow dance for you!" Every MILF begged while dancing; some even resorted to fingering their own pussies, making a mess on the cushions and the floor. The sound of their moist fingers sliding in and out echoed through the enclosed room.
"Just keep up the good work. I need more time to see who really puts on the best performance." Owen glanced toward the corner of the room, where he could see Pamela putting in all her effort to make an appeal. Her hips swung wildly back and forth as she tried to get his full attention.
On the other side, another MILF raised the bar to the limit, utilizing all her assets. With a finger in both of her holes, she didn’t care that her cheek was pressed against the floor as she gave it her absolute best. She let out soft gasps with every movement she made.
It’s hard to choose. What a grand performance.
Owen was caught in a dilemma—suffering from success, as he concluded.
He turned his head again and chuckled softly. He had finally found the one.
In the front row on the left side, he spotted a MILF... and what made his decision was the fact that she wasn’t putting in much effort.
Yes, she was one of the top three MILFs who hadn’t wanted to partake in the festival, but as the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat... and now she was here, performing a halfhearted sow dance. She shifted her weight slowly, moving much less than the desperate women around her.
"Okay, I’ve decided..." All the MILFs stopped for a moment to find out who the best MILF was. The whole room went completely silent as every blindfolded woman held her breath.
"Come here—the purple-haired one in the front. I can see that you need a baptism more than the others." Owen tapped his palm against the wooden floor.
"What? Ryz—erm, that MILF got chosen? How is that possible...?" Cindy blurted out her thoughts without realizing it, causing all the MILFs to murmur among themselves.
Whispers quickly spread across the floor as they wondered why someone who was barely trying had been picked first.
Oh, how wonderful. Let me taste your fine pussy... Owen didn’t care about the chatter of the MILFs; his attention was already fixed on the purple-haired one.
"Come here. Don’t make me repeat myself."
Owen saw the hesitation in her body... Her husband worked far away, just like Arielle’s.
However, she was one of the few MILFs who never joined in on the gossip about cock sizes or how their husbands performed in bed.
The best choice was to enjoy and appreciate life even if the size was small; with enough effort, her spouse had managed to give her a child—a girl who was now almost old enough to be a wife herself.
"Why did you choose me, Savior...?" she asked as she crawled toward the sound of his slapping palm. Her knees moved slowly across the smooth floorboards, her body trembling with nervousness.
"That’s not the question you should be asking me, my devotee. Before I answer that, let me see the condition of your pussy first." Owen really wanted to fuck her right now; watching the sow dance had filled his balls with blood.
She was a bit older—38 years old—quite mature for a woman like her, yet her body practically screamed for a good pounding.
There was no need to exaggerate: her body rivaled that of a woman in her late 20s, complete with large mounds that could easily feed his greedy mouth. Her curves were still firm and soft, shaped perfectly for a man’s touch.
"Just like during the sow dance, raise your butt and press your face to the floor... and don’t forget to spread your labia so I can see if your insides are in need of tender care."
"S-savior, I’m an old woman now... and I’m satisfied with my sex life with my husband..." She remained hesitant to put in the effort, keeping her legs pressed close together to hide her center from his gaze.
"Heh, you never know until we try. Besides, I am the savior, so I know what I’m doing. And if you didn’t want this to happen in the first place, why are you here?" Owen slowly pressed his cock against her crease.
The thick tip of his hard shaft rubbed against her outer skin, making her body jump from the sudden heat. She let out a small gasp as the warmth spread between her thighs.
Her hands reached out to grip the floorboards tightly, her fingers digging in as she realized there was no escape from his touch.
"Now stop talking and obey your savior," Owen commanded in a firm voice, leaning down close to her ear.
"Show me what you’re hiding down there."