Chapter 131 - 130: I need a moment to rest...

Chapter 131: Chapter 130: I need a moment to rest...

Owen pointed his finger toward a stunning MILF waiting in the far corner of the room. She was currently wearing a skimpy, delicate thong draped loosely around her lower body, which was already glistening and leaking with her warm, natural juices.

She was dressed in a simple, sheer fabric—a dark, silky nightgown that perfectly complemented her dark raven hair, cut short so that it barely reached her delicate shoulders.

She had the unmistakable air of an authoritative, bossy MILF who, beneath her proud exterior, was undoubtedly a desperate sucker for a real man’s cock.

"Come over here, my devotee. It is your turn to clean this divine cock," Owen commanded, his voice dripping with authority.

"Yes, savior..." she murmured softly, obeying his order without a single moment of hesitation.

She dropped down onto her hands and knees and slowly crawled across the wooden floor toward the sound of his voice.

Wow, look at those tits... they’re juggling with every single movement she makes, Owen thought, his eyes locked onto her swaying chest.

He really wanted to tear off that obscuring nightgown immediately, as her lush nipples were not yet fully visible to him through the dark fabric.

"I don’t need to repeat the details of my special offer to you, do I?"

"No, savior. I understand everything perfectly well," she replied in a gentle, obedient tone. She brought herself to a complete halt right in front of him, the heavy, sweet scent of the previous shower of female juices lingering thick in the air and slowly entering her flared nostrils.

"Then what do you want from me? Heh, are you ready to sign up for my exclusive home service... or do you prefer not to receive special treatment?" Owen positioned the head of his massive cock directly in front of her flushed face.

The thick shaft was still heavily coated in a layer of white cream from the previous woman, making her soft lips twitch in anticipation.

"Uhm, I will decide on that matter later, savior. I don’t quite know what to do just yet... I want to know the absolute limit of my inner needs first," she admitted with a hint of her natural dignity remaining.

She was a woman of high status, a certified bossy MILF, and she wasn’t used to yielding her control so easily.

"Then that is good to hear. It is time for me to test the true extent of your hunger. Lick my cock clean, and turn it into a perfectly sparkling, spotless shaft once more."

"Yes, savior..." Her soft tongue immediately started working, extending and retracting as she gracefully began to lick the broad crown of his shaft.

"Hmm, remove your blindfold now. I want to see your beautiful face clearly," Owen instructed.

He could easily remove it himself, but he wanted her to actively submit. Moreover, without seeing her face, his system wouldn’t properly function to grant him full access to her status and stats.

There was no visible affection bar or emotional gauge to make his job easier when he eventually dropped the savior persona and played his true self.

"Okay, Savior..."

"Here, let me do that for you. Just focus all of your attention on worshipping the divine cock," Owen murmured, reaching out with his broad hand and sliding the dark blindfold off her face with ease.

Beautiful as always... I absolute love this specific type of MILF, Owen thought to himself as her striking features were revealed.

Her piercing, elegant eyes made her look almost ethereal—a flawless, exquisite beauty with short black hair framing her cheekbones.

"Lick the bottom of the shaft now. That specific area needs thorough cleaning,"

Owen ordered as he casually unbuttoned her silk nightgown and stripped it off her shoulders, tossing the dark garment carelessly into the corner of the room.

"I-is this... uhm, ahh... why is it so incredibly big?!" she gasped, questioning her own eyes the moment the full, imposing scale of his raw size was revealed to her.

She remained completely speechless for a brief, overwhelmed moment, her mind struggling to process the sheer dimensions of the divine cock resting before her mouth.

"I hear that phrase all the time, my devotee. It is only normal for a true savior to possess a shaft of this magnitude... Now tell me, what is the exact size of your husband’s pathetic little twig?" Owen asked casually, reaching down to pinch her erect nipples.

Her delicate areolas were a perfect shade of soft pink, the firm tips hardening and softening simultaneously under his touch.

There’s no doubt about it... these lush tits could produce a full bucket of sweet milk if they were cultivated properly, Owen mused, sensing the immense latent potential hidden within her chest waiting to be unlocked.

"Savior... it’s hardly appropriate for me to speak about such things behind my husband’s back..." she stammered nervously. Just like all the other reserved women before her, she felt a lingering sense of hesitation talking about such intimate marital details out loud—a common reaction whenever he asked that specific question for the very first time.

"Nonsense. This is the necessary baseline for me to accurately measure the pent-up frustration locked deep inside your soul, so don’t be shy. Tell me the truth." To drive his point home, Owen lightly slapped her cheek with the side of his massive, heavy cock, smearing a fresh trail of white cream across her face.

"O-okay! My husband... he is only three inches long..." she confessed, her face burning hot with embarrassment.

"Ohh, not bad at all... that’s certainly much better compared to the poor souls who only have a one-inch twig," he mumbled under his breath.

Even though he spoke quietly, she caught every word, making her blush deepen to a dark crimson.

In her village, it was actually considered a point of great pride that she had been blessed with a husband possessing three whole inches, especially when many of her female peers had been forced to settle for mere one or two-inch stubs.

Yet, despite her relative good fortune, it had never been enough to truly satisfy her deep desires. No matter how lucky she considered herself, a three-inch length was nowhere near long enough to reach her sweetest, deepest internal spots.

It could never properly reach, stretch, or mold the most vital part of her womanhood—her womb. Everything she had experienced in her marital bed was ultimately for naught because it simply wasn’t enough... it was never, ever enough to quench her hidden thirst.

"Uhm... can you tell me, savior... is three inches really within the lowest acceptable standard for a man?" she asked softly, her voice trembling.

She knew in her heart that not all men were gifted with magnificent proportions—most were small, some were average, and only a tiny fraction possessed a truly large shaft. As for a perfect, divine cock like the one right in front of her?

That was a unique, once-in-a-lifetime miracle.

"Size is a sensitive matter that most ordinary men swallow down into the deepest, darkest parts of their fragile egos, but I will spoil you with a bit of divine wisdom," Owen replied with a smirk.

"Hmm... lick... lick... lick..." She hurriedly accelerated her efforts, working her tongue faster and faster as she meticulously cleaned his heavy testicles and the sensitive skin along his inner thighs.

She knew that the very best part of the meal should always be savored as the final dish.

"Most weak men like to comfort themselves with the silly phrase that ’proper technique’ is all it takes to make a woman truly moan with pleasure.

While technique certainly plays a small role, the absolute bare minimum required to satisfy a mature woman’s internal anatomy is six full inches," Owen explained smoothly.

"..."

She froze completely in place for a long, quiet moment, carefully digesting the shocking revelation in her mind.

If six inches was considered the absolute minimum threshold for real satisfaction, then her husband’s entire existence as a lover was an utter failure!

That explained everything—that was precisely why intimacy with him had always felt so painfully bland, completely lacking in true heat, passion, and depth.

"Fret not, my faithful devotee," Owen whispered, reaching down to tilt her chin up toward his throbbing shaft.

"With this divine cock stretched deep inside you, you are finally about to learn what real, heavenly pleasure actually feels like."

Owen didn’t need to dwell on the size issue for long; deep down, he knew that not all men were naturally gifted, and that was simply the harsh reality of the world.

He was an exceptional case purely because he possessed the divine cock, backed by the undeniable power of the system.

"Start licking my cock right now. The upper shaft needs your gentle tongue," Owen ordered her sharply, gesturing for her to raise her ass into the air as well.

He couldn’t afford to waste a single second of his precious time, deciding it was time to multitask and handle multiple devotees at once.

Squelch... squelch... squelch...

"Nghn... ahh... ahhn... savior, please... I need a moment to rest... ahnn!"