Village Head's Debauchery

Ayla’s eyes widened slightly, a hint of confusion etching across her face as she swiftly turned to face me. Her eyebrows furrowed, indicating her bewilderment. I could sense the words on the tip of her tongue, but she hesitated, choosing instead to hold her gaze intently on mine. Finally, with a hint of confusion lacing her voice, she spoke, “I don’t understand what you mean by that.” Her genuine curiosity and a subtle undertone of nervousness didn’t escape my notice as she responded.

“I mean, I don’t intend to boast, but don’t you believe I deserve more than a simple thank you?” I voiced my thoughts, gazing at Ayla as a sense of relief escaped her lips. Her reaction caught me off guard, as it wasn’t what I had anticipated. I observed a smile slowly spreading across her face, and she met my eyes before responding, “Yes, I think so too,” she nodded her head in agreement. “If it were within my reach, I would have gladly paid a fortune just to experience pregnancy. But, since I received this gift freely, I can’t bear the thought of not expressing my gratitude by offering you something, anything.”

“So you’re saying I can ask for anything?” I questioned, already guessing her answer. Ayla nodded, maintaining that same warm smile on her face. “Yes,” she affirmed with a nod. “Even though I serve as the personal servant of the village chieftess, I have accumulated a fair amount of wealth. The only reason I continue in that role is that we’ve grown so close that it would be difficult for her to find another servant as knowledgeable as me.” A playful chuckle escaped her lips as she added, “Besides, where else would she find someone who knows the perfect blend of herbs and flowers to enhance her bath?”

Nodding in agreement with Ayla’s words, I drew closer to her, feeling a surge of desire. I wrapped my hand around her waist, pulling her in, and let my other hand cup her voluptuous buttocks. Ayla responded by guiding my hand between her ass cheeks, her short tulga riding up to fully expose her seductive ass.

Even though it was the afternoon and there were people around, they seemed unfazed as always. Seizing the moment, I couldn’t hold back any longer and expressed my desire, “And what if I want you to become a part of my family, considering you may be carrying my child?” Ayla suddenly halted, her expression unreadable. “Is that what you truly want?” she asked, searching my eyes for sincerity. With conviction, I nodded and replied, “Yes. I want you to be mine, not just as a partner, but to fully belong to me.”

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise as she blinked at me, her expression void of emotion. She took a moment to scan me from head to toe before finally speaking, “Are you sure?” In response, I swiftly slid my fingers down from her behind to her folded vagina teasing it gently until I felt her moisten slightly. I withdrew my fingers and, to her confusion, brought them to my mouth, licking them clean with my tongue.

Ayla’s eyes widened as she watched my actions, her eyebrows raised in disbelief. We had come to a halt, and she shook her head before speaking again, “At this point, I’m starting to think that it’s not that you don’t mind my unattractiveness, but rather, you simply don’t care.” She let out a weary sigh and continued, “Nevertheless, since it doesn’t bother you, I see no reason for me to be concerned about it either.” I quickly pressed on, seeking confirmation, “So, it’s a yes? You agree to be completely mine?” Ayla nodded her head, her expression carrying a joyful smile. “Yes,” she said, before shaking her head slightly. And also, considering you’ve impregnated multiple women, which you might also propose to, I assume you might need some assistance, which I am more than willing to provide.”

Internally, I couldn’t help but be surprised by her composed reaction, far different from the other women I had encountered. But for a change, I couldn’t deny that it felt refreshing to see her respond calmly to my proposal.

Nevertheless, with that agreement reached, I once again wrapped my hand around Ayla’s waist, continuing where I had left off, stroking her fine mature vagina. Being a squirter, she quickly became wet, and I could feel her juices flowing within seconds. Ayla’s movements slowed down slightly as she began to twitch, clearly affected by my touch. Despite the seriousness of the situation at hand, my desires were difficult to suppress, with my aroused member yearning for release after feasting on the sight of Ayla’s tempting fleshy thighs and wide curvaceous buttocks throughout our walk.

Unable to resist any longer, I called out Ayla’s name, “Ayla,” capturing her attention. Swiftly raising my tulga, I revealed my engorged penis that had been building up a bulge underneath. Though a few passing villagers glanced in our direction, if they wished to look, I had more to offer. Taking Ayla’s hand in mine, I guided it to gently grip my gritty pulsing shaft, creating a particular scene where I pleasured Ayla’s wet vagina between her succulent thighs while she stroked my throbbing penis as we continued walking forward.

Ayla however appeared taken aback by my actions; however, after a few minutes of observing my enjoyment from her touch, she simply went along with it, reciprocating in the same way I had stimulated her from the beginning.

As my suppressed desires threatened to overwhelm me, a slight moan “Uuu~~” involuntarily escaped my lips, betraying my attempts to control myself. In a moment of intense longing, I firmly grasped Ayla’s left protruding exposed ass cheeks, and without hesitation, resumed vigorously stroking her soaked pussy with my fingers.

However, this time, Ayla abruptly halted her steps and clamped her legs together, trapping my hand between her thick thighs. Unfazed by our actions, the villagers walking behind us, a man and two women clad in the traditional tulga attire, including one woman with a uniquely styled tulga, casually manoeuvred around us and continued their conversations as they moved forward.

However, as I continued my fervent stimulation, I could feel Ayla’s body instantly begin to convulse, her pleasure building rapidly as her vagina juices flowed freely onto my fingers, running down and staining the ground beneath her. “Oo~~ Orion…” Ayla attempted to call out my name, but before she could utter it, her actions abruptly changed. She swiftly bent down into a squatting position, forcefully releasing my hands from her thighs.

Without any warning, Ayla lifted the front of her tulga and spread her legs wide as she squatted, resulting in a powerful eruption of liquid gushing forth from her drenched pink pussy. The force and intensity of the flow resembled a vigorously running tap, causing the ground in front of us to become thoroughly soaked. .

My throat tightened as I witnessed Ayla’s explosive squirt, my own desire surging with even greater force through my veins, compelling my already exposed penis to surge and throb forward once more. In the midst of the road, Ayla blissfully embraced the satisfaction on her face, her arms resting on her knees as she struggled to catch her breath after such an intense release.

After a few minutes, Ayla lifted her dazed eyes to meet mine, her gaze still clouded with the aftermath of her intense experience. She attempted to speak, but only rapid breaths escaped her lips, leaving her momentarily speechless. Without hesitation, I reached out and firmly clasped Ayla’s hand, swiftly leading her away from the bustling road. Pulling her along with me, we moved with purpose towards a cluster of compounds, each surrounded by a rustic wooden fence.

“Orion…” Ayla gasped, her voice strained from the lingering effects of her orgasm, as we continued onward, distancing ourselves from the public road.

In a rush, I tugged Ayla towards the secluded rear of one of the compounds, her back pressed against the sturdy wooden fence. My chest pressed firmly against her motherly breasts as I skillfully parted her legs once again, plunging my fingers deep into her welcoming pussy. The intensity of my fingers’ motions elicited a series of gasps from her trembling lips, their sounds echoing through the surroundings.

“Ahh… Ahh…” she moaned, her breathy exclamations threatening to disturb the tranquillity of the neighbouring dwellings. In a swift and decisive move, I brought my lips to hers, their connection sealing away any lingering sounds. To my surprise, Ayla eagerly reciprocated, her own lips hungrily meeting mine, her half-lidded eyes locking onto mine with an undeniable intensity.

However, it wasn’t just her eager response that ignited my desire. It was also the way she instinctively pressed and pumped my hardened member without any instruction, even in her current state of blissful abandon. Her unrestrained passion fueled my decision to bring her to an unparalleled state of pleasure, one that I knew she had never experienced before, save for our earlier encounter.

As such, before her impending release could transform into yet another captivating squirting display, I reluctantly broke the intoxicating kiss, withdrawing my lips from hers. I glanced down, watching as my hand gently pried her grasp away from my throbbing penis. Sensing her surprise, I lowered myself before her, within the depths of her bewildered gaze. Like a ravenous connoisseur savouring a delectable feast, I prepared to indulge in her pink dripping opening, much like a baby loves his milk.