Village Head's Debauchery-Novel



In a peculiar twist of events, despite not having released yet and the draining toll of today's intense battle, an inexplicable surge of energy coursed through my veins, igniting a fervour within me to indulge in another exhilarating round.

With a subtle shake of my head, I crafted a response that carried a touch of deception. "I sensed something building up inside me just before she experienced her release," I replied, weaving a partial falsehood. The truth was, I was aware of the village chieftess's intentions to provide me with a servant until I could cum. But, I couldn't possibly deny the undeniable allure of a woman like Ayla standing before me. There was simply no way I could resist continuing until I had thoroughly satisfied my desires.

"If that is indeed the situation," the village chieftess acknowledged, confirming my understanding. "Considering Ayla's inability to continue, you may proceed with one of my servants," she proposed, reiterating her previous offer. Her words were filled with a blend of curiosity and anticipation, suggesting her eagerness to witness my interaction with another woman.

However... "Did she say she can't continue?" I inquired, shifting my gaze from the now intrigued village chieftess to Ayla, whose expression mirrored surprise upon hearing my voice and comprehending my question. Observing her bewildered countenance, I pressed further, "So, should I find someone else to carry on, or are you able to keep going?" Ayla stared at me intently, seemingly processing my words, before swiftly turning her head toward the village chieftess for a fleeting glance, and then back to me. With a vigorous nod, she affirmed, "Yes, I can keep going," her eyes brimming with unwavering eagerness. Without hesitation, she repositioned herself sideways on the ground, her body making a resounding slap against her own fluid release. As she sat upright, her buttocks firmly planted in her scattered juices, determination emanating from her every pore.

She gracefully extended her legs in my direction, knees pointing skyward, inviting me closer. "Feel free to penetrate my vagina again," she said, a sincere promise to aid in my release. Unfazed by the accidental exposure of her overflowing bosom, she maintained a serious expression, oblivious to the fact that her dress had slipped, displaying the other half of her ample breast, she allowed me an unobstructed view of its descent, a captivating sight that showcased its natural heaviness resting against her chest.

Even though my still throbbing member was evident, the sight before me intensified its urgency, causing my hardened penis to quiver with anticipation. Words were unnecessary; waiting was impossible. I strode purposefully towards her, descending to my knees into the intoxicating pool of her desire. The sensation of the sticky liquid enveloping my knees was inconsequential, for my focus was fixed on Ayla's seductive display. With a graceful gesture, she extended her hand, deftly parting the delicate veil of her lush, neatly groomed entrance, enticing my throbbing tip to effortlessly find its way inside.

"I'm going in," I murmured, and her approving nod encouraged me further. With a sense of anticipation, I guided my shaft towards her eagerly awaiting pussy, gradually sliding inside until I achieved full penetration. The wetness that lingered within her intimate depths lubricated my scorching shaft, causing a trail of her essence to trickle down her inner walls and cascade onto the ground below.

"~Mh~~" Ayla suppressed a seductive moan, biting down on her lower lip with such intensity that it threatened to break free. Determined to find support, she arched her back, intending to rest her weight on the ground, but before she could fully execute the movement, I seized her hand in a firm grip and effortlessly tossed it over my shoulder. With my other hand securely wrapped around her waist, I drew her closer to me, our bodies intimately entwined. While our connection was unquestionably passionate, I couldn't resist the temptation to explore the sensation of her breasts against my fingertips, desiring a complete understanding of her fleshy womanly allure.

As expected, her eyes widened in surprise, and she was about to part her lips to speak. Anticipating her words, I swiftly interjected, "If we continue like this, I feel like I will be able to quickly release my semen," She obediently closed her mouth, understanding my intentions, and nodded in agreement. With a graceful movement, she inched closer to me, resting her head gently upon my shoulder. Meanwhile, her voluptuous buttocks effortlessly settled onto my lap, aided by the lingering wetness of her juices.

Savouring the sensation of her succulent melons pressed tantalizingly against my chest, I revelled in the exquisite weight of her incredible ass cheeks pressing against my lap. Without a moment's hesitation, I seized her enticing buttcheeks, my grip firm and possessive, as I initiated a series of fierce thrusts, guiding my throbbing, veiny penis into her eager depths.

"Pah~~ Pah~~~" My balls slap against her protruding ass as I drove my penis into her dripping warm pussy. "Uh~~ Ahh~~" maybe it was becuase this time, each of my thrust wemt deeply inside her, breaking through her narrow inner walls and hitting against the surface of her fleshy womb, but this time, she didn't try to supress her moans as they came put of her lips with every breathe and thrust.

"~~Pah~~~ Pahh~~" With my hands firmly gripping her captivating ass, I pulled them upward in unison, eliciting a gasp from her as my pulsating tip withdrew. With a surge of unrestrained desire, I swiftly drove them back down, my raging shaft ascending within her with an electrifying sensation. A resounding "plap~~ Pah~~" filled the air, resonating with the incredible force building within my throbbing tip, signalling an imminent release. Yet, I resisted the temptation to succumb, driven by a fervent desire to relish every inch of this encounter. Ayla's intoxicating moans reverberated in my ears as her hands instinctively folded over my shoulders, her legs unconsciously moving up and down in a rhythmic dance, a subtle plea for me to find release quickly.