Chapter 128 - 127: Would choose a MILF every single time
"Ughn, please don’t do that, savior. It’s because I was convinced by my daughter to get some fresh air and not isolate myself at home..." For the first time in her life, she felt a sudden, overwhelming surge of arousal coursing through her body.
"So that’s it. It must be a good thing that you’re here then," Owen whispered smoothly. He slid his fingers slowly down her trembling neck, past her collarbone, and directly to her exposed tits.
Pinch... pinch.
"Ughn, ahhn... don’t pinch my nipples like that, savior..."
"You don’t love my touch, devotee? Your words are a great contradiction to what your body is saying, though." Owen deeply enjoyed the sensation of her soft, yet erect nipples hardening further under his touch.
Her areolas were a delicate pink all the way to the tip, making them look absolutely perfect for him to suck and play with to his heart’s content.
"Nghnn, ahhn... I don’t want to betray my husband, savior. It’s a sacred vow that we made after getting married... nghn..." Her desperate moans escaped her parted lips once again. Her mature body was completely overriding her mind, practically begging for more.
"Heh, of course you will say that. I know that feeling too because it also happened not long ago..., you can even hear her heavy breathing right beside you."
Pah! Pah!
Owen casually spanked the swollen red ass of the thoroughly wasted MILF lying beside him on the floor.
"Nghn! But I’m different, savior. I really can’t make a mistake like this... I love my husband..." She whimpered softly, trying to fight off the temptation. She truly didn’t want to betray her hardworking husband who was working far away from home.
"No, this is not cheating at all, my devotee. It’s just a simple, necessary baptism because your mature body desperately needs more care and attention. Besides, you’re making the other women in the room immensely jealous... you should be incredibly thankful that I’m giving you the lucky opportunity to receive a proper pounding." Owen deliberately fondled her heavy tits, squeezing and compressing her breasts into a single, soft mound of flesh.
"Nghnn... I don’t want this... my husband... ahnn... ahnn..." Her protest broke down as she started drooling onto the smooth wooden floor, her eyes glazing over with pure lust.
Heh, lying at its finest.
This MILF is fit to receive the greatest award for being the biggest lying MILF of all time, Owen thought, chuckling silently to himself.
Squelch... squelch... squelch...
Without any warning, Owen shoved two of his long fingers deep into her soaking-wet pussy.
’Damn, there’s so much thick white stuff coming out of her... did she store everything inside her pussy all this time?’ Owen was completely mesmerized to see that every time he shoved and pulled his fingers back out, sticky, thick juices came with them—her body’s purest, pent-up nectar flooding out without control.
Of course, it was also her natural love juices. While most people thought squirts were just fluid, the thick white substance overflowing from her walls was the real deal—the undeniable proof of a mature woman’s complete arousal.
’I really need to fuck her right now. She’s so pent-up that my hand is completely covered in her sticky juices already.’ Owen brought his hand up and smelled his fingers. It was a intoxicating aroma—a unique mix of her sweet perfume, clean soap, and the distinct, intoxicating scent of a mature MILF that was uniquely her own.
"A body won’t lie to its savior, my devotee. Now, taste your own seeds and judge for yourself if I’m lying to you... though a savior would never lie to his flock." Owen shoved his slick fingers straight into her open mouth while using his other hand to pull her long, purple hair back into a tight ponytail.
"Nghn, ahhn... ahnn... is this really my own...? Ahnn... ahnn..." It was truly her first time experiencing such a violent, sudden influx of raw arousal in her body.
The gentle yet commanding touch of his hands and the deep authority in his voice were rapidly making her mind and body melt into complete weakness.
Slurp... slurp... slurp...
Her tongue swirled around his fingers with an evident clumsiness in every single movement. It felt so deeply wrong and strange for a virtuous woman like her to act like this.
’Ahnn, this is not me... this isn’t me at all... ahnn, ahnn! Someone else is taking over my body! Husband, please... I don’t know what’s going on with my body anymore!’ She cried out internally, yet despite her inner panic, she instinctively licked his hand completely clean, swallowing her own sweet juices.
"Now you’re learning fast. I guess I don’t need to waste too many words explaining that your body desperately needs my divine guidance," Owen smirked, watching the absolute desperation of the mature woman beneath him.
He didn’t use too much strength as he pulled her hair—just enough to tilt her head up high without causing her to gag on his fingers.
"Pwah! Savior... am I really in desperate need of a baptism now? I... I don’t know what I’m supposed to do anymore..." she gasped, her breathing erratic and heavy as she looked up at him with glossy, blindfolded eyes.
"Yes, you need it more than anyone else here. A woman’s body can’t lie when it’s crying out for help. I know that deep down, you wanted to feel an intense, wild battle too—especially when that perfect time of the month hits every woman."
When ovulation hit a woman hard, the urge to be taken and filled by a real man became almost impossible to fight off. And as for the lonely MILFs in this isolated village, their situation was even worse.
Their bodies naturally craved far more than what they had been given. A tiny, pathetic twig of a penis could never hope to satisfy a mature MILF who secretly lusted for a massive, powerful shaft.
’This is exactly why I love mature, natural women so much. Heh, a tight, experienced pussy that grips like a vice, incredible sucking skills, and moans that are too sweet to even describe with words.’ If Owen were ever given a choice to pick between a young virgin or a fully developed MILF, he wouldn’t hesitate for a single second—he would march to the absolute end of the world just to choose a MILF every single time.
To him, MILFs were the absolute best embodiment and the ultimate epitome of what a true woman should be.
’Let’s stop this daydreaming for now... it’s time to begin the real pounding!’
"My devotee, the time has finally come for me to take you and fully cleanse your body. You need to experience the true size and power of a real cock."