Chapter 146 - 145: Grab My Hair

Chapter 146: Chapter 145: Grab My Hair

Owen removed the towel from his waist, placing it onto a clean corner of a hay bale with deliberate care.

"Swing that fine ass for me, Aunt."

"Okay... but how could you treat me like this? Please, just fuck me right now," Morenne whimpered, shifting her hips tantalizingly as she remained bent over the wooden partition.

Pah! Pah!

"Hmm, so you think you can act tough and order me around now? Don’t you think it’s a bit much for you to be bossing me around, Aunt?" Owen spanked both sides of her juicy buttocks, his broad palm bouncing off her supple flesh with a satisfying, echoey clap.

"Nghn... ahnn! Yes, spank me more, Little Wen! I want to be treated roughly by you... ahnn... ahn!"

Pah! Pah!

"Ho! So you’re secretly a total slut deep down to act like this? Hmm, whatever happened to my dignified, quiet Aunt who was trembling and scared while giving a simple blowjob yesterday?" Owen smirked wickedly, delivering another pair of stinging spanks that left glowing red handprints on her pale skin.

Spat... spat...

He spat generously onto his palms to lubricate his shaft, which was already bulging rock-hard and throbbing with eager veins. The full, divine glory of his massive weapon shone brightly even in the dim, dusty morning light of the barn.

"You really want this cock that badly, Aunt?"

"Yes! I want your big, massive cock to pound my pussy into complete submission!" She wiggled her rear even more fiercely, sending soft, hypnotic flesh waves through her hips for him to admire.

Wow, going to such ridiculous lengths just to get fucked... how delightfully slutty. Heh, but I sure love watching those heavy tits sway under her dress while she shakes for me, Aunt, Owen thought, stroking his thick length from base to tip as a heavy drop of pre-cum dripped down his shaft.

"Not so fast. Before I start pounding you into the dirt, Aunt, wouldn’t it be better if you answered a few of my questions first?"

"Nghn... what kind of questions? I’ll answer whatever you want to the absolute best of my ability... just please..." Morenne’s dripping pussy was desperate for relief, but she knew she had no choice but to obey his pace.

"Hmm, good... very good. At least you know your place, Aunt. First things first: why didn’t you participate in the savior’s home service proposal during the festival yesterday?"

Owen spat another mouthful of saliva onto his hand, coating his fingers thoroughly before rubbing them directly against her glistening, exposed slit.

Squealch... squealch... squealch...

"Ngnn... ahnn... ahnn! Ah... because I simply couldn’t do something like that... ahnn!"

"That’s not the real answer I’m looking for, Aunt. Why didn’t you take the savior’s generous offer, hmm?" Owen didn’t hesitate, shoving three fingers deep inside her tight, soaking canal all at once—his index finger spreading left, his ring finger stretching right, and his middle finger hooking upward to massage her sensitive anterior wall.

"Nghn! Ahn! Ahnn! You’re hitting my sweetest spot right away... ahn, I can’t think straight at all... nghn!" Morenne moaned like an uninhibited slut, those three deep fingers instantly scrambling her thoughts.

"Tell me the truth, Aunt. Or do you want me to pull my fingers out and walk away right now?"

"Nghn... ahnn, stop! Don’t you dare stop... ahnn, I’ll answer your question!" Morenne’s manicured fingernails scraped helplessly against the wooden hay frame as she tried to assemble a coherent sentence through her breathless gasps.

"Nghn... I just couldn’t bear to let your uncle see..."

"And? I know for a fact that’s not your actual reason, Aunt."

"Ahnn... ahn, because I didn’t want to betray... ahnn..."

"Don’t slack off on me now. Do you really want me to stop entirely?"

"No! I don’t want to betray you... I only want your cock to fuck me, not some strange savior!"

"Heh, what a hypocritical little slut you are. Do you think I’m playing games with you? You already know that the savior is me, yet you’re saying stuff like that." Owen was thoroughly amused by how shamelessly she was trying to spin her words.

"Ahn... yes... yes! It’s because I only want you... my sweet Little Wen, to treat me like this... ahnn, like a shameless slut! Ahnn, I am only ever going to be your personal slut... not some random savior!"

"Oh? So that means you rejected the home service because you specifically wanted me, your Little Wen, to be the sole man fucking you in front of your husband?"

"Ahn... ahnn, I didn’t explicitly say that... I just can’t allow myself to be shown off like a total slut... ahnn... at least, not for now..." She added that last part with a dirty, lingering purr that added extra spice to her confession.

"For now, huh? Not bad at all, Aunt. I guess your tight pussy is more than ready to receive me."

"Ngnn... yes! Please don’t hesitate any longer, Little Wen! I desperately need your cock... please let me taste the pure pleasure of a real man’s cock!"

"One last question before we start, Aunt. Do you really think your hardworking husband will ever find out that his sweet wife is cheating behind his back inside a dirty barn?"

"Nghn... no, he will never know... this is our little secret... our dirty secret inside the barn..."

"Heh, what a complete slut. Since this is your very first time tasting a real cock, you better try your best to control your loud moans." Owen slowly rubbed his broad head along her tight, dripping crevice, tracing the cleft between her smooth ass cheeks.

Her unblemished, milky skin made his blood boil with desire, especially with the dark pink handprints from his spankings standing out so vividly against her flesh.

A dirty morning session right inside the barn—what an absolute cherry on top. My pitiful uncle is probably out working or resting right now, completely oblivious to his wife eagerly wiggling her ass for his nephew, Owen thought, gripping both of her plump, juicy buttocks firmly.

Thrust... thrust... thrust!

"Ngnn... ahnn! Ahn! My pussy... ahnn! I can’t think straight anymore... ahnn, it’s so unimaginably big! Ahn!" The sudden, overwhelming surge of intense stimulation knocked violently at her core, pushing her right to the edge of a violent squirt!

"Hold those loud moans back, Aunt. You never know when your husband might decide to pop back in. He’s a hardworking man, after all... though you’re certainly putting in some hard work of your own right now, even if it’s a completely different kind of labor." Owen accelerated his rhythm, thrusting his thick shaft deeper and faster into her slick depths.

As an experienced MILF, her body naturally adapted to the stretch without pain, her tight canal practically built to accommodate a massive, dominant cock like his.

"Nghn! Ahhn! Ahn! I don’t care about anything else right now... ahn! Please fuck me as hard as you can, Little Wen! Grab my hair and pull me back into your cock!"

Morenne screamed with absolute delight, her eyes rolling back into her head as Owen mercilessly thrust his heavy cock deeper into her dripping canal. Hitting her sweet spots again and again.

"You want me to pull your hair, Aunt? How about you beg me for it properly?" Owen demanded, his long fingers sinking deep into the soft, supple flesh of her rear, his thumb burying into her smooth skin.

:So soft... ahh, I could fondle this luscious ass all day long. I definitely need to fuck Morenne way more often from now on! ’ Owen silently promised himself. The way her tight, unblemished pussy gripped and squeezed his shaft with every single plunge was unlike anything else he had felt.

"Ahn... ahnn! Please, I’m begging you to grab my hair and yank it back, Little Wen! I want to experience the exact same rough treatment you gave the other women... ahn! Ahn!" She gasped desperately, feeling the blunt head of his massive girth pressing hard against the entrance of her womb, forcing the breath right out of her lungs every time he shoved his length all the way in.

"What a filthy, cheating MILF you are! Early in the morning, no less... heh, you’ve completely lost your mind, Aunt!" Owen gladly obliged her dirty request. Reaching up, he grabbed her ponytail tightly, pulling her head back and forcing her neck to crane upward toward the ceiling. The angle tightened her throat, choking back her loud screams as the sheer intensity of the pounding doubled.

"Nghn!! Ahh, ahnn, I fwucking lwove thwis... ahhn, ahhn... my sweet Little Wen is fucking me so good... ahnn, don’t you dare stop! Keep pushing that massive cock all the way inside!" Morenne cried out again, her high-pitched moans carrying across the wooden beams of the barn.

Fortunately for them, there wasn’t a single soul anywhere nearby. Even her husband, who was usually an early bird out in the fields, had failed to witness his own wife’s glorious undoing.

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!