327 The punishment (2) (R18)
From the way she restrained her moans, it was clear she was fighting the urge to lose herself in the moment. “PAHH~~~”
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“Ahhhh!” Lyra’s mouth finally parted in a genuine gasp, a deep and resonating moan escaping her lips as she experienced the sensation of my warm, thick semen gliding down into the depths of her womb.
I slowed my movements, gradually withdrawing my wet shaft from her inner shrine, and then rose to my feet.
My eyes were fixed on the spectacle as my semen from within her narrow wet pussy trickled out, leaving a residue of wetness on the tip of my still erect penis. With a satisfied smile, I looked at her and praised, “You did well.”
Lyra’s head bobbed in agreement, her breath still rapid, “Haa….. Haaa….” She eased back onto the grass, using her hands to support herself on either side. Once more, Lyra released a pronounced “Haaa…….” accompanied by a sharp intake of air, her strained legs apparent from the visible effort etched across her face.
But our session wasn’t over yet. I approached her, my pulsating penis still throbbing with energy, and I held it close to her lips. “We’re not done,” I said, my voice tinged with desire. “Lick it clean, so I can move on to Grandma Ingrid.”
She wrinkled her forehead momentarily, but then she extended both legs outwards on the grass. Her palms remained pressed against the ground as she let out a deep exhale. She stretched her head forward and opened her mouth wide, ready to swallow down the remnants of our session.
“SLURPP!!”
Once her warm saliva and tender tongue caressed my skin, and my shaft gradually disappeared into her throat, a satisfying shiver coursed through me. The sensation was amplified as she awkwardly maneuvered her tongue around my scorching penis one final time, before pulling her head back, a deep sigh escaping her lips.
With a smile tugging at my lips at the combination of exhaustion and regret on her face, I almost broke into a broader grin when her eyes met mine. But, her face turned to the side in a mock display of anger.
Given what I had come to understand about Lyra’s character, I realized the act was nothing more than a facade. Still, it pleased me that my point had been made.
Turning my attention to Grandma Ingrid, I made my way toward her and knelt down, asking, “Are you ready?”
Grandma Ingrid answered with a simple “Yes,” yet her face carried a pleading expression. It was hard to determine whether her plea was for a quick release or a change of heart on my part. Unfortunately, I couldn’t play favourites at the moment; she would have to experience the same straining exercise that Lyra had just endured.
As a result, I observed her expression tense the moment I uttered the words “Get ready.” With my left hand on my bulging veiny penis, I repeated the same action I had done with Lyra, rubbing it around her vagina lips. Then, I stretched my hand behind her, spreading open her protruding butt cheeks to access and stimulate the area around her butt hole.
“Uhh~~” Grandma Ingrid let out a sudden grunt as my fingers penetrated her butt hole, which intrigued me and caused me to raise an eyebrow. It wasn’t the same reaction I had received from Lyra. Sliding my index finger deeper into her butt hole, I watched her eyes widen, prompting me to withdraw it quickly as I felt her swollen pussy lips flood with her juices.
Furrowing my brows in thought, I reflected on the various reactions of the women. While Ayla appeared to transcend into another realm whenever I made her squirt and Fifi relished the sensation of her vagina hairs being pulled, it seemed I had now discovered Grandma Ingrid’s weakness as well.
However, since this was a punishment for her and a means of pleasure for me, I didn’t want to take her to cloud nine just yet. My attention remained on the task at hand, and I concentrated on filling her amazing wet vagina to the brim.
I scrunched my face in response to the tightness, finding it similar to Lyra’s pussy, but I quickly realized that their lower bodies were so tense at the moment. This tension must have caused her insides to contract against my raging penis, I guessed.
Without hesitating, I slid it in and out of her pussy lips, sensing the power of her contractions amplify with each passing moment.
“PAH~~” “paahh~~~”
“Pah!!”
And although Grandma Ingrid attempted to hold on, perhaps due to the earlier stimulation I had provided, she exhibited less restraint than Lyra. Her moans escaped slowly each time I hammered my engorged member into her wet drooling pussy.
“Auh~~”
“PAhhh~~” “Sqquenchh~~~”
“Pah~~~~”
“Uhh~~”
After a few minutes, though it took slightly longer than I had anticipated, possibly because I had just finished with Lyra, I could sense the release building up within my balls. So, I quickly announced, “I’m about to release…..”
“PPAAH~~~”
Almost instantly, I sensed her drooling vagina constricting with even more force, and in no time, my balls were being emptied as my hot, fertile semen poured onwards, breaking into her womb with intensity.
Watching her recline onto her soft comfy buttocks, with her moist lips releasing my raging member, I rose to my feet and remarked, “You still need to clean it up.”
After regaining her composure and catching her breath, Grandma Ingrid lifted her head, furrowing her brows in contemplation. She then let out a deep sigh, lowered her head, and opened her mouth, providing me with a familiar and amateurish sensation similar to Lyra’s and the rest of my women.
However, I paid no mind to it and revelled in the feeling for a moment. Eventually, she withdrew her head, wiping our fluids off my now flaccid penis with one last lick before leaning back.