Village Head's Debauchery-Novel



As Grandma Ingrid's body succumbed to exhaustion, she allowed herself to recline against Orion's sturdy frame, seeking a break from the intense sensations that had consumed her. Sensing the momentary lull, Orion competently freed himself from beneath her alluring form, his mind fixated on the impending feast that awaited him.

And despite the realization that he had likely spent more time than intended, Orion made a resolute decision: his mother would have to wait a little longer as a matter of utmost urgency demanded his immediate attention.

As Grandma Ingrid struggled to catch her breath, Orion pondered how he could remove her tulga. The challenge lay in the fact that she was wearing a long-sleeved mini-dress that excitingly clung to her upper thighs, leaving no obvious way for him to undress her, unless Grandma Ingrid herself took the initiative to stand up and remove it.

However, since Grandma Ingrid was unable to remove her dress herself, Orion climbed on top of her, his body pressing against hers, feeling the shape of her pointed aroused nipples beneath the fabric of her tulga. His hands roamed down to her curvaceous ass, ensuring there were no obstructions as he gradually lifted her tulga all the way to her waist. With one knee between her legs, he spread them wide apart, while his other leg slipped inside, creating a V-shaped position as he eagerly aimed his pulsing penis towards her moistened pussy.

All the while, his gaze remained fixated on Grandma Ingrid, and in return, she met his stare with a sudden dazed expression, her eyes brimming with intensity. At this very moment, Grandma Ingrid found herself contemplating whether she desired for Orion to impregnate her or accept his child in such a way. Nevertheless, fate intervened, depriving her of the power to decide, as Orion approached with a resolute vigour, delicately plunging his throbbing erection inside her watery pink folded lips. This action elicited an indescribable rush of air, escaping her lips without a sound, while a peculiarly satisfying expression mysteriously etched itself upon her face.

  "Pah~~~"

Orion withdrew vigorous manhood, his unwavering gaze locked onto her mesmerizing expression, and with a resolute "Pah~~," he plunged it in again, delving deeper. He witnessed her mouth opening once more, releasing a moan devoid of sound, accompanied by a deep exhale that escaped her lips. The sight before Orion seemed too surreal, as he continued to lock eyes with her, an irresistible desire to draw his lips towards hers emerged. He desired to initiate a kiss, where he would nibble and savour her succulent lips, sharing breath and exchanging saliva, creating an intoxicating union.

And as Grandma Ingrid stared right back at him, Orion couldn't help but feel a detectable energy between them, hinting at desires that surpassed mere eye contact. It was as if a silent agreement, rooted in their unspoken meeting, existed between them-no words needed to convey their shared understanding.

At that moment, Orion withdrew his gritty penis and expertly thrust it deep into the delicate pink folds again, releasing a satisfying "~~Pahh". Grandma Ingrid's mouth obediently opened once again, unleashing a deep, soundless surge of breath that mirrored the previous ones, crashing against Orion's face and fueling him with renewed vigour. Determined, he slipped his left hand beneath her thick lap, deftly lifting it to rest upon his waist. This allowed him to widen her soaked pussy even more, heightening their connection as he quickened his pace.

"PAH~~" "~~PAHH~~~" "~~PPAAHHH~~". Throughout the unfolding scene, Grandma Ingrid willingly hooked her left leg around his waist, her keen observation not missing a beat. Despite the rapid transition, from her dripping vagina as the centre of attention to suddenly finding herself having kushi with Orion, the clarity of the situation remained somewhat hazy to her. It was the ultimate aim, the very purpose behind her planned meeting, yet Grandma Ingrid couldn't quite grasp her emotions or make sense of the unexpected sensations coursing through her. The reality unfolding before her eyes deviated from her initial expectations, leaving her perplexed and unsure of how to navigate through this unknown territory.

"Pahh~~" Once more, Grandma Ingrid's lips parted in a seductive invitation, unleashing a silent moan that allowed her breath to dance with Orion's own in a harmonious collision. The sheer ecstasy coursing through Orion's veins drove him to release his own chorus of moans, his mouth widening with every exhilarating thrust. After each stimulating thrust, he willingly opened his mouth wide, creating an intimate space where their breaths could blend in a passionate exchange. "PAAHH~~" "Paahh~~~" "~~pahh~~" "~~PAHH~~~".

As time passed, a sudden realization dawned upon him: he hadn't even noticed when her hair had come undone, cascading and sprawling across the ground in a fascinating display. The sight of her silver locks added an enchanting allure to Grandma Ingrid, leaving Orion utterly bewitched by her appearance at that very moment. However, their intense, unwavering gaze remained unbroken, refusing to release each other from their passionate trance. It wasn't until Orion inadvertently let out a breathy curse under his breath, "Damn it," feeling his pulsing manhood reaching its climax, prepared to burst his seed into the awaiting embrace of her inviting lips.

Mindful of not wanting the passionate encounter to conclude hastily, Orion delicately withdrew his left hand from her legs and shifted the other, which had been bracing his weight near her head, to support his waist. His focused attention centred on the lower back edge of her waist, ensuring that the tips of his fingers sank into her supple flesh, akin to a ripe watermelon. With rejuvenated vigour, he initiated a rhythmic motion, plunging in and out with an accelerated speed, punctuating each movement with a resounding "~~~paah~~~ ~~pahhhh~~~." The full weight of his body rested on his firmly planted knee, grounding him as he orchestrated a deliberate choreography, synchronizing the movement of Grandma Ingrid's waist colliding against his own with each revibrating thrust.

In a twist, her captivating legs naturally entwined and secured themselves around his waist, amplifying the challenge for Orion to withhold his cumming release.

"PAAHH~~ PAAAAHHH~~~~ PPPAH~~~"

After countless minutes of resisting the mounting pressure, Orion's restraint reached its limit. He forcefully slapped his right hand upon Grandma Ingrid's enticing behind, as if trying to hammer her insides onto his penis. With an impassioned confession, he moaned, "I'm cumming~~~."

In a breathtaking moment that seemed to suspend time, Grandma Ingrid, who had been enduring the relentless pounding, unleashed a long and gratifying moan, audible and unfiltered. The scorching heat of Orion's semen surged onwards, propelled by a burst of unseen intensity, finding its destined spot within the depths of her soaked full insides.

"UuuuuuAAAHHHHH~~~~".

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