Chapter 273 - 272: Oink.. oink

Chapter 273: Chapter 272: Oink.. oink

"Ahn... ahn... thank you so much for coming inside me," Morenne whimpered, her voice trembling with pleasure. She reached down to spread her cheeks wide, ensuring that every drop of the thick, white warmth started pouring out of her saturated pussy. She watched it leak, a visible sign of her surrender to Owen’s seed.

"Heh, so much for your slutty acts. I’ll creampie your pussy whenever I feel like it," Owen chuckled, his voice deep and commanding. He didn’t linger; he had already set his sights on the next target. He stepped away from Morenne, leaving her shivering and wet, and moved toward the next MILF waiting in the wings.

"Did you wait long, Pamela?" Owen asked, his tone a mix of playfulness and dominance. He didn’t wait for an answer before he began rubbing his rigid shaft against the soft, inviting trench of her thighs. He reached out, sliding his fingers upward to fondle and pinch her erect peaks, feeling her heart race beneath his touch.

"Ahn... ahn... n-no... I can wait forever for you," Pamela gasped, her body arching. "Please... look at my hole..." With a shaky breath, she leaned forward and spread her ass cheeks wide. Both of her holes were glistening and stretched, but her asshole was particularly inviting, pulsing with a desperate need to be filled.

"I can see them clearly. Pam, how about I give you a special reward for waiting your turn so patiently?" Owen grinned. He brought his index finger to his lips, sucking on it to lubricate it with saliva before shoving it directly and deeply into her tight asshole.

"Ngn... ahn... aahn! Yes! Please give me my reward, Wen... ahnn!" Pamela’s eyes brightened with an intense, almost manic hunger. Nothing in the world beat the feeling of a good anal penetration; it was a visceral, crushing pleasure that she craved above all else.

She lived for anal fucking. While she loved the rhythmic pounding of her pussy, the uniqueness of anal—the fullness, the stretch, the taboo nature of it—was simply addicting. It was a hunger that could never be fully satisfied, and Owen was the only one who could feed it.

"Well... well, I guess I don’t have a choice now. You really love anal that much, huh?" He grinned, the predatory look in his eyes intensifying as he aligned his dick with her gaping rear. Without warning, he shoved himself inside.

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

"Ngn! Ahn... ah! Yes... ahn! I love anal! Fuck me hard like a pig... ahn! Ahn!" In her delirium, Pamela reached back and offered her hair to him, wanting him to take control of her head.

"You want me to treat you like a pig, Pam?" Owen growled. He reached forward, winding his fingers tightly into her hair and grabbing the nape of her neck, forcing her to look up while he hammered away.

"Ahn... ahn... yes... ahnn! Please put your finger in my nose... ahn... ahn! Treat me roughly!" she demanded. The sheer force of his thrusts was something she would never forget; it felt as though he was trying to reach her very soul through her backside.

’Damn... this is new for me. Where did she learn to say things like that?’ Owen was genuinely surprised. He had never encountered a woman who requested this specific blend of degradation and pleasure. It was a mix of BDSM and raw, animalistic fucking—body degradation at its finest.

"Gladly! Since you’ve offered so much, I’m not showing you any mercy!" Owen matched her intensity. He inserted two fingers—index and middle—into her nostrils, his palm resting firmly against her forehead, pinning her face in a position of total submission.

Then, Owen pulled her head back in one violent go, forcing her neck to crane upward. Her face twisted into a mask of pure, raw ecstasy.

"Eutt... eutt! Ahh... ahn... ahn! Fuck my asshole roughly! Ahn, yesh... ahnn!" She let out a guttural moan, her eyes rolling back into her head. A thin trail of drool escaped her lips, making her look completely broken and spent, just like a pig in heat.

"Make a pig noise, Pam! I want to hear your voice sound like that!" Owen found the situation exhilarating. Usually, his style was standard, but this level of roleplay was thrilling.

"Ah n... ahn... yesh... oink! Oink! Oink! Ahh... ah!" She began to make the sounds, her voice cracking. The room was filled with the wet, slapping sound of his hips hitting her busty ass, creating a wave of flesh and sound.

"Eut! Eutt! Eutt! Oink! Fuck me, oink... harder... ahn... yeshh... ahn!" Pamela was flying. The ecstasy of the hard anal fucking was an addiction she couldn’t shake.

"Louder! I can’t hear you! Show me more!" Owen roared, feeling his own climax approaching. He wanted to leave his mark inside her.

"Ahn... ahn... yesh... ahn... please..."

Spank! Spank!

"A pig wouldn’t make that sound! Make pig noises, not human ones, understand?!" Owen spanked her hard, sending a jolt of electricity through her body.

"Oink! Oink! Yesh... ahnn... ahn! Oink!" She screamed, finally letting out a loud, realistic pig squeal.

"Yes! Like that! You really are a slutty pig!"

"Ahn... ahn... yesh, please... ahnn fuck... ahnn oink... oink... I am a slutty pig... oink..." Her eyes were a mess, her nose was being pulled, and she was lost in a sea of pleasure.

"Heh, so you want me to make a bunch of babies, right Pig?" He thrust one last time, his shaft coated in the heat of her body.

"Ahn! Ahn! Yesh... ahn! I want dozens of babies with you... oink! Oink!" She answered without a second of hesitation.

"Good God! Fuck hell yeah, now accept my cum inside your asshole! You better make those babies come true!"

"Oink... oink... ahnn... it’s my asshole... ahn... I won’t get pregnant here, oink..." she retorted, momentarily confused.

"Well, well... I can fuck your pussy any time, but first, let me cum inside your ass!"

Spurtt! Spurtt! Spuurtt!

The heat of his climax exploded inside her, filling her with a burning warmth as she climaxed violently.

Slpurtt...

Owen pulled his dick out, revealing her stretched, piping-hot asshole, overflowing with cum like newly baked bread in the morning.