MILF VILLAGE: Taming MILF'S WIth My Broken System!

Chapter 153: Chapter 152: Pamela

Owen relentlessly thrust his cock as if the world would crumble at any moment.

Well, her tight asshole was already crumbling apart as the juggernaut kept moving in and out with unstoppable momentum.

"I’m about to cum, my daughter! Accept my seeds and be happy with the divine rewards I am about to give you!"

"Nghn! Ahnn, ahnn! Yesh, daddy...!"

Spurt! Spurtt!! Spurtt!

A thick, scalding amount of cum started filling up her tight insides, coating the stretched walls of her rectum.

Ahhh, another massive load... I can’t even remember the total number of times I’ve cummed within this single week alone... Owen closed his eyes in pure bliss while his balls were squeezed completely dry once again.

"Nghn... ngbhn... ehehe..." Her eyes looked hopelessly addicted, imaginary hearts pumping in her pupils as her mouth hung loosely open with saliva dripping onto the towel.

Owen slowly retracted his cock, lifting his hands to remove the heavy force that had been pinning her body against the timber slab.

Splurrt! Splurrt! Splurrt!

Both of her thoroughly conquered holes released a fountain of white fluids. Her exhausted lower body collapsed into a wide ’W’ shape on the dry floorboards, her knees supporting all of her limp weight.

"That was an incredible morning session, Aunt. I absolutely love your pussy and your tight asshole. Let’s definitely continue doing this kind of dirty deed in the future. You’re going to work very hard for me from now on." Owen gave her plump ass a farewell slap using his heavy, half-erect cock.

"...Ehehe..."

"Down for good, huh? Ahh, taking your anal virginity for the very first time really did a dirty on my lovely Aunt." Owen observed the absolute mess laid out before him, highly satisfied that she had taken such a bold, irreversible step.

"I guess getting my personal treatment without relying on my savior persona was the absolute best option here. Though I don’t hate using that persona when needed, I definitely love flexing my real identity way more." Owen scoffed softly. Who in their right mind would ever choose to permanently hide a massive 12-inch cock behind a mysterious mask?

A starved MILF would open her legs wide open no matter what kind of weird circumstances arose, as long as he proudly displayed his massive weapon—and he loved showing off everything he had.

In most of the cheesy dramas and cinema he had watched, men taking a bath who suffered a sudden intrusion would immediately panic and scramble to hide their dicks... but he would never pull that weak shit. He would gladly flex his cock while smiling like a dominant emperor.

Spank!

"Ahn... ahn..."

"You can’t even speak properly anymore, can you? You really made a magnificent mess of yourself, Aunt. Now the immediate problem is sneaking your broken body back home before anyone spots us." Owen gently lifted her trembling frame into his arms; it was time for him to take proper care of his future property.

...

Owen moved with total stealth through the quiet paths. Thankfully, it was still very early in the morning, and the rustic surroundings were dead silent.

"Hoh, that session was insanely intense. I’ll never go this hard on you again if you’re going to turn into a total puddle like this every single time, Aunt." Owen entered her quiet bedroom, walking straight over to place her softly onto the bed. She was completely spent for the rest of the day.

Owen didn’t linger any longer than necessary. Taking a swift detour, he went straight back to his own house to freshen up. The second phase of his morning was just beginning, and it was time to move on to the next hole.

Owen walked directly toward the center of the village—heading for the glory hole setup to finish off the morning’s spice and finalize his master plan for the last day. The current delay was getting in his way.

"How I wish I could do way more creative stuff than just sliding through this simple hole..." Owen muttered, inserting his 12-inch-long shaft through the designated wall slot.

Meanwhile, in the adjacent waiting room, the rest of the village MILFs who were still waiting for a proper pounding had engaged in their usual petty bickering and non-stop gossip.

The overall attendance for the second session was nearly the same, with only one prominent MILF missing from the group—Morenne.

"What on earth happened to Morenne today? Did she accidentally fall asleep and completely forget about the schedule? No, that’s impossible for her... so why isn’t she here?" Pamela leaned closer to Stella, both of them gossiping while throwing subtle side-eyes across the room.

Both of them knew the drill, and a sudden realization instantly clicked inside their minds.

Did she actually manage to make her own private move already? How could she sneak ahead of us like that...? Pamela thought, her jealousy flaring up. She had already planned to make a private visit herself, but she had controlled her urges—not because she didn’t want to get pounded senseless, but because she was carefully cooking a brilliant plan inside her own mind.

"The next lucky woman has been officially picked! You may enter now," the elderly guide announced, stepping forward to usher Pamela toward the door.

Yes! She had finally been selected at long last! The golden moment for her to enjoy an explosive session with the savior... or to put it simply, the young boy Wen, who had relentlessly fucked her behind while her clueless husband enjoyed the festival news!

Thank goodness... it’s finally my turn! She wanted to jump up in pure triumph—she was the very first pussy to receive that divine starting cock when this all began!

Pamela entered through the heavy wooden door leading into the chamber adjacent to the hole.

"Step closer, my faithful devotee... let me show you the path to true, transcendent pleasure..." the savior intoned, his deep voice commanding the MILF to follow his holy orders... yet she wasn’t falling for the act today.

"Enough with that fake voice, Wen. I already know it’s you, so please don’t treat me like some stranger..." Pamela took a bold, confident step forward, kneeling right in front of the wall. She slowly stroked his thick shaft while extending her wet tongue to lick the swollen head.

"Lick... lick... I want to come over to your private room later, Wen... please grant your favorite Auntie this simple little request..."

Ohh, shit! This is it! Pamela at last! It’s time for me to fuck your brains out into mush once again.

"Then come on over here right now, Auntie Pam... hehe, I know you wanted my cock so bad that you couldn’t even wait your turn!"

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