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

Chapter 156: Chapter 154: Pamela 4

Owen roared as the thick cum spurted from him, leaving a messy splatter across her face and trailing down her chest to her stomach.

"So much..." Pamela murmured, immediately beginning to lick away the warm trace clinging to her cheeks.

"That’s completely normal, Auntie," Owen replied, his voice heavy with satisfaction.

"Start cleaning it off your body and make sure my shaft is spotless. You know I want to see you clean me up with your mouth, just like you always do." He rhythmically thrust his length forward, nudging her mouth as her tongue eagerly lapped up the overflowing warmth.

"The scent is so overwhelming... I want more of this... slurp... slurp... slurp..." Pamela closed her eyes, fully immersing herself in the intense flavor she could only savor in these private moments.

Ah, yes, Owen thought, watching her intently. My lovely aunt, sucking me off so lewdly. I definitely need more of this... Yes, I should add her sister to this dynamic. Two mouths would be divine, but if I bring Stella into the mix, that makes three. I need to contact her soon. He slipped his fingers beneath her collarbone, gently rolling her soft areolas between his fingertips and tweaking her erect nipples.

"Am I doing well, Owen?" Pamela asked breathlessly, pausing her pace for a second to look up. "Please, tell me if you’re satisfied. I’ll do whatever you desire." She redoubled her efforts, using every bit of her oral skill to swirl her tongue around his girth.

"I don’t even need to shower you with praise, Auntie. Your mouth works absolute miracles."

"Ah, what a cheeky boy," Pamela moaned softly, feeling a surge of energy at his words. Who wouldn’t feel a sudden spark of vigor when the man standing before her possessed such an imposing weapon between his legs?

"How about we move on to the real work now, Auntie?" Owen chuckled softly, running his knuckles lightly over her skin. "Your heat is already dripping down your thighs." He slid his hand lower toward her neatly trimmed center, feeling the slick, sticky moisture flowing freely.

"Finally..." Pamela gasped, standing up and wiping her lips, having meticulously cleaned every inch of his length.

"Come over here and position yourself right on top of me," Owen instructed, pulling her closer. He lifted her easily, her chest bouncing with the sudden movement. "Let’s try this position tonight."

"What kind of position is this, Owen?" Pamela asked nervously, steadying herself. "I don’t think this chair can support my weight if I sit directly on top of you like this." She hovered over him, her plump thighs resting against his as she tried to balance.

"It won’t break, Auntie," Owen assured her, catching her waist firmly. "Stop shaming your body when it looks like it was sculpted by the hands of the gods." He was telling the absolute truth—she was truly one of a kind. Most of the mature women in this city possessed figures that seemed almost divine in their proportions.

"Ah... You really know how to add spice to my life," Pamela moaned, her voice trembling as he twisted her nipples and pressed his lips against the sensitive crook of her nape. "How can you be such a playboy?"

"I’m just telling the truth, Auntie. How could I ever lie to you?"

"And yet you didn’t bother to visit me again..." Pamela turned her head, attempting to find his lips, but he had her locked tightly in place. Realizing she couldn’t reach his face, she let her hands drift downward to stroke his thick shaft instead. "Let me play with you a little". You can’t be the only one taking control of my body."

"Oh? Was the blowjob not enough to satisfy you?" Owen teased. "I thought you enjoyed every second of licking me clean."

"No, I’m nowhere near satisfied," she confessed, her voice tight with desire. "I want to feel you deeper... I bet Morenne has been savoring you all to herself most of the time."

"Well, she certainly got her fill," Owen admitted with a smirk. He couldn’t lie about that; Morenne this morning had been like an unstoppable train—an insatiable woman completely unbothered by the fact that her husband was right around the corner, just a few feet away in the next room.

"I thought so," Pamela huffed playfully, her hips shifting restlessly against him. "So don’t make me feel pathetic by treating me like a desperate woman."

"Aren’t you, though?" Owen leaned in close, biting her earlobe as his low whispers echoed directly into her ear canal. "Tell me the truth, Auntie—how many times have you touched yourself and sought relief since that night? Care to give me an honest answer?"

"Can I please pass on that question?" she pleaded, her breathing growing ragged.

"No passes allowed. Be completely honest with me. Don’t forget who fingered you until you broke down last night."

"Just give me a minute to recall..." Pamela began stroking his length at a faster pace, using the tactile sensation to distract herself as the heat inside her reached a boiling point.

"I’m giving you ten seconds," Owen countered smoothly. "Tell me the truth, and don’t try to stall." He gathered her cascading blue hair with one hand and pulled it back into a neat ponytail, securing the perfect grip.

In his opinion, while pigtails certainly had their place, nothing surpassed the supremacy of a ponytail when taking a woman from behind. He recalled how effective it was when a woman was entirely lost in pleasure—it was the ultimate setup right before the real action began.

"Time is ticking, Auntie. I hope you aren’t dragging your feet."

"I’m counting!" she whimpered, squirming under his intense gaze. "Don’t break my concentration..." She tried to protest, but her body betrayed her as his free hand kneaded her soft chest, squeezing her like fresh dough.

"Count faster. Three, two, one... Ding! Time’s up!" Owen grunted, lifting her body easily by the hips and aligning her slick core with his tip. The first deep thrust into her ripe, waiting warmth was about to begin.

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