Chapter 116 - 115: Anal Is Not Bad!
Owen sent his finger in the opposite direction inside, making her squirm with delight. She shifted her hips slightly as her body reacted to every small movement he made.
"You like this, right, my devotee? I can feel that you are craving an anal." He expected another resistance, but his worries were thrown into the bucket as her asshole was asking for more.
Her entire lower body was trembling softly in anticipation.
"Nghn, I don’t know, Savior... it’s strange, but I think it’s driving my mind to the brink.." she subconsciously pinched her nipples while her cheek leaned on the back of the wasted MILF. She closed her eyes tight, letting out a soft sigh as the warmth spread through her skin.
"It’s your natural talent; there’s no need to fret. I can feel a large amount of stress built up here, so it’s necessary for an anal." Of course, he didn’t have supernatural powers to detect such a magical thing; as the Savior... it’s normal. He spoke with total confidence to make sure she felt completely guided.
Also, there was no lying that her asshole was seeking an anal fucking. The tight flesh twitched softly against his hand with every breath she took.
"R-really, Savior?" She asked in a weak, breathless voice, trying to hold her position steady on the floor.
"I’m not here as a decoration, my dear devotee; it’s my specialty, so don’t doubt me." Owen finally pulled his fingers out. He stood up straight for a brief moment to keep his balance.
"S-sorry about that, Savior... I’m not doubting you a single bit." She apologized while giving the full view to Owen. She spread her knees a little wider to make sure he had clear access.
"Don’t fret, I’m not that petty, so just take it easy... I will put the baptism cock in now. Circulate your breathing and accept my cock." He thrust his cock...
The crown was having a hard time fitting into the tight asshole that was only the size of a pinky finger, while the girth of the cock was like an arm.
"Nghnn! Savior.. Savior, it’s splitting my whole being! Ahn, I don’t... ahh!! think.. ahn! I can take the whole size.. ahh!!" Her anus was slowly splitting, as there was blood coming out!
The pressure was immense as he forced his way past her tight outer ring.
’So tight! Is it really possible for me to enter my cock?! The hole is so small.’ Owen was thinking twice if it would fit.
He paused his movement to let her body adjust to the sudden strain.
"Don’t worry, just take it; I will move gently, so don’t worry... I know what I am doing, my devotee." He slowly pulled his cock back; the crown of his cock was coated with blood. He kept a firm grip on her hips so she wouldn’t collapse under him.
"Nghn, ahn.. ahn... don’t, I can’t, Savior... please be gentle... ahnn. Ha.." her mind went blank; thankfully, he pulled the massive pole out of her asshole, saving the grace of her consciousness. She panted heavily, her skin covered in a thin layer of sweat.
"Yes, I will lubricate your ass, so raise it higher." Owen was gonna bet his balls that she wouldn’t be able to stand up tomorrow... it was too much for her. But he had no intention of stopping now.
"Okay, please..." She raised her ass up as high as she could manage, struggling to keep her legs from shaking out of control.
Pui! Pui!
He spatted another load of saliva while cleaning his cock with his hands. He made sure the entire length was thoroughly wet to ease the friction.
"I will insert it back; take another heavy breath and prepare yourself." Owen shoved his cock; there was no need for him to be gentle this time. He lined himself up with precision.
It would be more painful if he did it slowly than shoving his cock directly in one full go.
"O-okay, I’m prepared now, Savior.." Instead of playing with her tits, her hands supported her leaning upper body. She gripped the floorboards tight and locked her arms in place.
Thrust!
"NGHNNN!!! Ahh!! Ahnn!! Ahnnn!!" She lost it; the entire length drove like a pillar of judgment to her stomach.
The sudden impact made her eyes roll back for a second as her body absorbed the full force.
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
"Don’t worry, devotee, it won’t hurt the longer I shove my cock; just hold the feeling now.." Owen’s cock was pressed into tight squeezers; he was not exaggerating that his cock would turn into a red cock! The pressure around his shaft was tighter than anything he had felt all day.
’Anal is not bad! I will do an asshole fucking with my mom in the future!’ Quinn promised himself to make another exhibition with his mom... though the 69 position was already ahead of schedule in his mind.
"Ahnn!! Ahnn! Savior... Savior.. Savior.." She lost her consciousness while moaning; it was too much for a virgin asshole to take a girth like that. Her arms gave out, and her head rested limp against the surface below.
"Yes! That’s why I love you, my devotee! Don’t slack, and come back to your senses!" Owen was about to pump another load, and it was going into her asshole.
He picked up his speed, pounding into her limp body with total aggression.
"W-what, ahhn.. Did I lose.. ahnn, consciousness?" She recovered as the voice of the Savior was hard to miss.. Her eyes slowly opened again as the sensation brought her right back.
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
"I’m thankful that you came back; don’t disappoint me by losing consciousness like that!" He went into overdrive as her asshole was now slimy; the cum was turning into a cream because of the heavy friction.
"Nghn, ahnn.. ahn. I won’t disappoint you, ahnn.." She mumbled softly, trying her best to stay present for every single stroke.
"That’s the spirit, so take my load and your baptism will be complete! Don’t be shy and let out your wildest moan!" He drove himself in as deep as he could go, holding his body flush against her skin.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!