Chapter 215 - 216: Me Too!

Chapter 215: Chapter 216: Me Too!

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

"Say it louder... I want to hear you scream it," Owen demanded, shifting his arm up to wrap firmly around her neck, slowly locking her into a tight chokehold.

Eutt... eutt... eutt... "Ehe... I love it so much. I want more... eheh... fuck me harder... ahn... ahn..."

"Good girl, you’re learning fast, Renne."

"Ngnn, ahn, ahn... please, don’t ever call me ’Auntie’ again... ahn, call me Morenne... or just Renne... ahn, ahn."

"Oh, is that so? Then I’ll call you just that. I love you, Renne. Tell me, do you want to become my permanent, personal onahole?"

Eut... eut... "As long as I’m your true love... and your wife... eheh, I don’t mind spreading my pussy and my asshole wide open just for you... ahn, ahn, Wen... I want you to completely own me body and soul..." she confessed, making a shockingly bold, unreserved statement.

"Don’t you even care about your husband out there anymore?"

Ehehe... "No, not at all. As long as you’re right here with me... I don’t give a single damn about him..."

"That’s a pretty harsh thing to say, you know."

"Ngn... ahn, ahn... I still love him, he’ll always technically be number one in my heart... but your hard cock and your body will always be my absolute top priority... ahn!"

"Wow, listen to you go..."

Eheh... "Because I just want your cock inside me so badly!"

"That’s right, you do! So take every last drop of my cum! You’re my personal onahole and my live cumdump all rolled into one!" Owen drilled his thick shaft relentlessly into her tight, puckered rear.

Eut! Eut... ahn... "Yes, yesh... I love it just like that... please, fill every inch of my holes with your seed!" she begged, instinctively spreading her ass cheeks wider to accommodate him.

Spurt! Spurtt! Spurtt!

"Ahn... ahn... there’s so much hot seed pouring inside me again... hehe, you’re definitely going to knock me up one of these days, Wen."

"Well, I’ve already pumped way too much of my cum into both your asshole and your pussy this morning to even keep count."

"Mhmm... hehe, thank you for ruining me so thoroughly."

Spank!

"No worries at all, Renne. I love you."

"Mhmm... I love you too, Wen..."

"Now, suck my cock clean one last time—it would be a total waste to let any of this leftover cum go to waste in my shorts." Owen pulled out and stood up, noticing that the husband inside was finally nearing the end of his meal.

"Yesh..." she whimpered obediently, crawling across the floorboards to his knees and immediately going to work, licking his softening shaft from his heavy balls all the way up to the twitching head.

Slurp... slurp... slurp...

"Argh, now that is a textbook finishing move."

Hehe... "I’m a quick study. Don’t you think so?"

"You sure are. Now hurry up and finish, he’s about to walk back this way."

"Hmm... just one last minute, let me savor it." She opened her mouth wide and swallowed him whole, taking him deep into a full, desperate throat-suck.

’Argh... what a god-tier combination. I’ve managed to cum four different times in just a few minutes,’ Owen thought with supreme satisfaction. Looking back, the sheer volume of seed he had unloaded across the village just this morning was staggering.

Lick... lick... "Thanks for the incredible treat and the best breakfast ever..." She finished up, quickly wiping her mouth and standing at her feet while licking away a stray drop of cum from her lips.

"You can just leave the plates right there at the sink, honey... I’ll take care of washing them," the husband called out as he pushed his chair back.

"Thank you, honey... oh, wait, why is the floor by the counter so wet?" He paused, frowning as he looked down at the puddle she was stepping in.

"I accidentally spilled some water while prepping, Uncle. Hehe, I guess I still need a bit more kitchen training," Owen quickly intervened, scratching the back of his head with an apologetic, sheepish grin.

"Ah, is that so? Well, it’s your first time helping out around here, son. A few spills are totally normal." The husband didn’t suspect a thing, casually carrying his empty plate over to the sink.

"Thanks for understanding, Uncle."

"Well, thanks to you two, I’m completely stuffed and ready for the day."

"Yesh... thanks to Little Wen, our plates and our hearts are totally full. Having him around is genuinely a massive blessing for us, honey."

"You said it!"

"I’m going to head to the washroom for a quick bath now, my body is soaked in sweat from cooking so I really need to change my clothes," Morenne excused herself smoothly, skillfully hiding the fact that her pussy and asshole were literally overflowing with Owen’s fresh semen.

"Take your time, honey. What about you, Owen? Are you heading back out?"

"I think it’s about time I headed home too, Uncle. I need to get my things prepared for the festival later today."

"Then take care on your way back. Are you sure you’re fully satisfied with the morning?"

"Yes, absolutely. I couldn’t be more fulfilled."

’How could I possibly not be, when I just tag-teamed three busty MILFs this morning and thoroughly conquered every single hole your wife has to offer?’ Owen smiled triumphantly, basking in his victory as the ultimate alpha of the village.

"Take care, Little Wen... hehe, I’ll definitely be expecting you back here tomorrow," Morenne purred softly from the doorway, shooting him one last secret, heated wink before disappearing down the hall.

"Yes, I’ll be more than happy to come back."

"Alright then, take care, Owen!" The husband waved his hand cheerfully, remaining blissfully, entirely clueless to the brutal, chaotic battlefield that had just unfolded right under his roof.

"What a fantastic life. I really need to keep this momentum going," Owen muttered to himself as he walked leisurely down the sunlit dirt path, completely unaware of the furious shadow tracking his footsteps from behind.

"Hah!"

A sudden, aggressive voice rang out as a heavy weight slammed directly into him, grabbing him by the shoulders and dragging him forcefully off the path and into the thick foliage of a nearby tree line.

"What the—?"

"Hmph, asking what? Are you seriously standing there playing dumb with me right now?!"

It was Stella, the striking, busty emerald-haired MILF, glaring at him with a chest heaving in absolute rage.

"What are you now, Sister—some kind of professional stalker?"

"Hmph, I am not a stalker... stop spouting such ridiculous nonsense!" Stella snapped, closing the distance instantly until she was right up in his personal space. Without warning, she leaned in close and aggressively began sniffing all over his body like a hound dog.

"Haha, what’s this? Now you’re acting like a literal stray dog, trying to run a full forensic investigation on me?"

"I am! I sat alone waiting for you up in that damn treehouse for hours... and you never even showed up! How could you be so utterly cruel to me? That is not how a real man acts!" She pouted heavily, her face turning a deep, furious crimson.

"Oww... so that’s what this is about. My bad, I got a bit sidetracked."

"Heh, don’t play innocent—I already figured out you spent your morning playing around with Grizzle and Morenne. This is completely unfair!"

"Well, what do you want me to do to make it up to you, then?"

"Fuck me right now, too..."