Chapter 126 - 125: This village is a paradise for me
All the MILFs started chanting, but Owen ignored their pleas because the sports car he was riding right now was clasping his cock again.
"Heh, so it wasn’t a wrong decision to make this play out. Getting even hornier after more people started begging—what a slut to act like that."
"You are more than a slutty devotee; I didn’t expect that you would act like this after a few minutes of my blessings!" Owen wanted to pull her hair; unfortunately, she was wearing a box.
She had the audacity to say that she loved her husband and didn’t need a real cock because love was enough... yet now she was howling like a beast who had lost her sanity to sex.
"Ngh! Savior, ah... ah! Fuck me more! Make my pussy loose, I’m your personal hole now... ah!"
"You’re not even shy now! How about you ask for forgiveness from your husband first!"
Spank! Spank! Spank!
"Ngh! Ah... ah... my dear, please forgive me! Ah... your thing was never enough... ah! A twig-sized girth and barely an inch long... ah, it was never enough!" she shouted with all her might, her nails scraping against the wall.
"It’s never enough! How about you remove that wedding ring... that will be the vow that you don’t love your husband anymore!" Her ass cheeks were completely red now, swollen where his palms kept hitting.
"Y-yes, I will remove it... ah, savior... ah, I will follow what the savior wants... just fuck me more!"
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
The watchers couldn’t fathom the desperation in her voice. Was it necessary to go that far and exchange her wedding ring for a thing?
What was that thing, anyway? The size and girth to make a woman who greatly loved her husband react with such desperation?
Of course, the MILF getting pounded was not the hardest one, but she was definitely in the top three—that in itself spoke volumes about how dignified she WAS. She used to walk with her head held high in the village, full of pride and virtue, but now she was kneeling like an animal, driven completely mad by pure lust and heat.
"Ngh! Savior... I’m about to squirt again! Ah!!"
Squirt!!
Her last dance, the final defense of her pussy crumbled... the baptism was now complete.
Thud... plop.
She lost all her strength, falling to the floor while her ass remained raised. She was one of the most wasted MILFs in line. Her body twitched over and over as the wet pool under her grew wider on the hard floor.
"Ngh... ugh, fuck me more... eheh, I won’t allow my husband to make a single move on me... ah. Well, it’s so small that I don’t ever want to see that thing again... ah." She lost consciousness after saying everything.
"Hoh, that’s hot." Owen fondled her ass while pumping his load inside again.
"Ah, savior... please give us your time now..." The MILFs started crawling in his direction; the silence meant the MILF who was getting plowed was finally done. The soft sound of their knees scraping against the floorboards filled the room as they moved closer together, eager to feel his hand on their skin.
She received her grace fully, without a cent of debt.
"Hello again, my devotees. As you know, I’m not biased... well, as a savior, I’m a just man, so I must be true to my word." The MILFs stopped moving; of course, it wasn’t easy to act freely.
"What should we do now... savior?" a MILF asked. She was in the middle of the line, which made her somewhat pitiful. Her blindfold was damp with sweat, and her breath was fast and uneven.
"Well, we need to follow the plan, but how about I propose something? It’s not a bad plan, and it’s based on the performance of the MILF who receives the next baptism." He stood proudly, his cock still covered in his own cream.
"Oh, please tell us, savior... but we can’t decide if the next in line will agree..."
"It’s not a problem. I can take two or more if you want; just follow my instructions." He didn’t forget to suck the tits of the wasted MILF—it was a waste to let the softness of her mounds slip by. He squeezed her full breast with his hand, pulling the peak into his mouth as he let out a low groan.
Now that she was free, it was best to enjoy.
"We are ready now, savior. Just tell us what you want us to do..."
Owen inspected all the MILFs. The number of MILFs inside was no fewer than 20, making the view feel like heaven. The room was warm and thick with the heavy scent of their excitement, every woman waiting with open legs and open lips.
"All of you, remove the tunics you are wearing. I want to see if you are good and ripe." A weak-minded man would surely lose all his blood... a nosebleed from such a heavenly display.
The sound of cloth rustling filled the room as all twenty women pulled their simple garments over their heads at the exact same time, tossing them aside onto the floor.
All of the MILFs were god-tier, with perfect bodies... unblemished skin, big mounds, pink tits, and pink pussies.
"This village is a paradise for me. It will surely take time to tame all the MILFs." Owen licked his lips; his cock wouldn’t stop until he could literally make his legion of bloodline.
"Attention, this is your job to take. I want all of you to bow down and raise your asses. You need to raise them so I can get a better view."
They did not hesitate for even a second.
Every single woman in the room pressed her chest down to the cool floor and pushed her hips high into the air.
Row after row of round, soft rear ends were raised toward him, completely open and completely exposed.
The sight of twenty beautiful women bent over in front of him made his hard shaft throb with power once more, ready to give every last one of them the wild blessing they were begging to receive.