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

Chapter 154: Chapter 153: Pamela 2

"Okay, I know you love me, Wen," Pamela purred with a triumphant smile, hurriedly making her way into the inner room meant strictly for the savior.

Creak...

The door swung open to reveal her magnificent nude body—a figure that could only be described as an absolute busty masterpiece. Owen’s blood instantly boiled to the absolute fullest at the sight of her exquisitely carved silhouette standing right before him.

"Come on over here, Auntie Pam. You’ve been practically dying for this, haven’t you?" Owen flicked his cock lightly, making the massive shaft bounce against his thigh.

"Yes... I love my sweet nephew so desperately bad."

Owen settled back into a simple wooden chair set in the center of the room. A wild pounding session while seated comfortably in a chair sounded like an incredible change of pace.

"Come closer, then. I know you’ve been craving this cock all morning," Owen said, patting his bare thigh while locking his intense gaze onto her.

Her towering chest was adorned with dark pink areolas and tight, erect nipples. Her waist curved gracefully down into wide, voluptuous hips and a pair of long, smooth legs that seemed to go on forever.

"Ahnn... ahnn... do you really love my breasts that much, Wen?" Pamela let out a gentle moan as Owen reached out and mischievously pinched her sensitive nipples between his fingers.

"I love tits more than anything, Auntie... I could genuinely die happy right between these melons."

"Nghn... ahnn... you cheeky boy, Wen. I know for a fact something dirty happened between you and Morenne this morning... ahn... ahn..."

"Ohh? And what kind of crazy assumptions made you jump to a wild conclusion like that?"

"Nghn... I’ve known that woman for a very long time... ahn, you can’t lie to me... ahnn." Pamela bit her lip, still slightly sore that she had missed out on being his very first session of the morning.

"I’m not lying about anything, though. How about you come sit right here on my lap instead? Maybe I’ll share a few secrets with you if you satisfy me properly..." Owen reached out and gently gathered her long hair, twisting it into a loose, messy bun so it wouldn’t get in her way.

"Ngnn... just tell me the truth, I won’t get angry at you..." Pamela tried her best to keep her rising emotions under control; she was dying to know what happened even though she already suspected the truth.

"Ohh, how pitiful. Suck my cock first, Auntie. I want to see just how sincere you really are. I know that mouth of yours works magic, and I promise I won’t lie to you..." Owen spread his broad legs wide, letting all 12 inches of his massive, throbbing cock stand tall in full display.

"Hmnn... fine, but you better not lie to me..."

"Of course, Auntie. How could I ever bring myself to deceive my precious Auntie Pam...? Now begin."

Pamela began to lower her body, her knees almost touching the bare floor... but Owen immediately checked her movement with his hand.

"Stay in a deep squatting position, Auntie. I want a clear, unobstructed view of your dripping pussy while you do it. I can’t be missing out on a prime view like this, right?" Owen braced his feet against the floor.

"Okay..." Pamela obeyed without hesitation, lowering herself into a tight, low squat. Her exposed pussy was fully visible, already glinting with a heavy sheen of natural arousal.

"I love a cooperative Auntie. Now start cleaning me off."

"Slurp... slurp... slurp... Am I doing a good job for you, Wen? Slurp... your cock smells so intoxicatingly good... I absolutely love your scent..." Pamela stroked his thick shaft with her soft hand while her wet tongue licked delicately around his sensitive frenulum.

That tickles... ahh, it feels so damn good. She knows every single hot spot on my shaft... an absolute masterclass with her tongue and mouth, Owen thought, feeling the residual excitement from his morning session with Morenne blend seamlessly with Pamela’s expert oral service.

"Yes, Auntie..."

"Slurp... slurp... Now tell me the truth... did Morenne come visit you at your place early this morning?" Pamela sucked his broad glans deep into her mouth, her tongue swirling frantically around the head.

"Heh, am I not allowed to have a little fun with my other Aunt? It’s really your own fault for not signing up for my private home service in the first place."

"Nghn... ahnn... ahnn... you know I couldn’t possibly do something like that... I could never allow my husband to sit there and watch me get fucked raw by another man..." Pamela couldn’t hold back her soft moans as Owen’s feet gently nudged against her inner thighs.

"But the home service was offered by the holy savior, Auntie Pam. Why would a pious woman like you shy away from a divine blessing?"

"Nghn... I just couldn’t do it... ahnn, I couldn’t bear to show my shameless face to my husband like that."

"Heh, then why didn’t you just sneak over to my room early this morning like Morenne did?"

"Nghn... ahnn... because I didn’t want to act like a cheap slut... ahnn! I wanted your cock to fuck me inside the comfort of my own home... not out in some random spot..."

"A cheap slut or a total whore... you’re telling me you don’t want Uncle to watch you get pounded, yet you’re begging for me to come fuck you right in your own marital bed?"

"Nghn... you’re completely different! Ahnn, I love you! I don’t care about any stupid savior persona... I only love your real cock!" Pamela greedily swallowed a heavy drop of pre-cum, her eyes burning with raw, unchecked lust.

"Ohh? So does that mean I have your full permission to fuck you right in your bedroom while Uncle watches?"

"Y-Yes... ahnn... but not right this second... In the near future, I want to show you off while you fuck me right in front of my husband’s eyes..." Pamela was so intoxicated by the heat surging through her veins that she didn’t even care what kind of outrageous claims were spilling from her lips.

The sheer sensory overload and the deep hunger she had been harboring made it impossible to filter her words.

’Jesus, you’re not even hesitating for a second. If I had a voice recorder running right now, your poor husband would be completely devastated to hear these words coming out of your mouth,’ Owen thought, genuinely amused. Naturally, his grand plan involved granting all of these starved village women the complete satisfaction they craved.

While he hadn’t originally planned on executing an audience-style session this early in the game, he was certainly setting the bar high for what was to come.

Not that I’m ever going to reject an offer as wild as that... Owen smirked wickedly, guiding her head deeper down onto his shaft.

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