Village Head's Debauchery



However, Orion's mind was buzzing with contemplation as he sensed that Grandma Ingrid was up to something peculiar. However, lacking concrete evidence to support his suspicions, he resolved to unravel the puzzle one piece at a time. With Grandma Ingrid's inviting and fuckable curvy bare buttocks holding his attention, causing his breathing to rise with increased intensity, Orion cautiously took a step forward.

Nonetheless, Grandma Ingrid's heart raced in anticipation as she gulped nervously, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of Orion's still erect penis, illuminated by the moonlight streaming through a nearby window. Determined to maintain his interest despite the repulsing sight of her large butt cheeks, she mustered her courage and boldly plunged her left hand in-between her butt cheeks, parting them apart to reveal the tantalizing glimpse of her two elderly inviting orifices. With deliberate slowness, she continued to sweep, deliberately prolonging the moment and heightening the tension between them.

Meanwhile, delighted by Grandma Ingrid's deliberate actions, Orion's senses heightened, and a rush of excitement coursed through his veins, causing his hair to stand on end. With a steady gaze, he positioned himself closely behind her, matching her focused pace. Slowing his movements, he boldly took hold of his veiny penis, allowing it to glide from the edge of her waist, its velvety touch brushing against the centre of her immense enticing derriere. As he delicately slid his throbbing member downwards, it grazed against the warmth of her butt crack, eliciting a shiver of anticipation. Finally, his desires converged as his hardened penis found its ultimate destination, meeting the inviting embrace of her moist and awaiting vagina lips.

However, despite the outward appearance of composure, a storm of uncertainty raged within Grandma Ingrid. Her hands trembled involuntarily, betraying her inner turmoil as she contemplated her next move. Just as she anticipated a certain reaction from Orion, he defied her expectations by commanding, "Enough!" His authoritative tone pierced the air, demanding her attention. Then, with a surprising request, he added, "Grandma Ingrid, could you please squat a little?".

With a quizzical expression, Grandma Ingrid turned her head, furrowing her brows at Orion's unexpected request. Perplexed by his motives, she wrestled with the conflicting urge to maintain her facade and ensure the smooth progression of her plans. In a sudden display of resolve, she shook her head, refusing his plea. "Whatever it is you wish to do," she asserted, "you must wait until I have finished my sweeping, or if you're that eager, you can use my vagina however you want, while you wait." Her emphasis conveyed her intentions, desperately hoping that he would abandon his request and return to playing with her vagina, unaware of her hidden agenda - for him to become absorbed in the moment, to impulsively thrust the erect penis inside her, buying her precious time to devise an alternate plan if this one was to fail.

Suddenly, a startled "ahh" escaped Grandma Ingrid's lips, causing her to teeter on the edge of losing her balance. The broom slipped from her grasp as she swiftly released it, allowing it to clatter to the ground, while her hands found stability upon her knees. Her breath grew erratic, rising rapidly, matching the surge of sensation pulsating from her aged vagina.

With a mixture of trepidation and curiosity, Grandma Ingrid lowered her gaze, her eyes cautiously tracing the path downward. What met her sight left her astounded. Orion's two fingers had boldly plunged deep into her aged hole. Yet, it didn't stop there. His skilled touch tugged them backwards as if beckoning her inner walls to follow, causing a deliciously unsettling sensation to course through her body. It was a sweet agony that both thrilled and discomforted her in equal measure.

Summoning the remnants of her composure, Grandma Ingrid mustered the strength to utter "Orion..." her voice trembling with uncertainty. But her words were abruptly silenced by Orion's swift interjection, his voice carrying an urgent plea. "Grandma Ingrid, please," he implored, his tone laden with anticipation. "Can you squat down for a moment? I need to check something." 

Enveloped in the compelling tone of Orion's voice, Grandma Ingrid stole glances at his enigmatic expression amidst the hazy, dimly lit room. At that pivotal moment, Grandma Ingrid found herself at a crucial juncture. She weighed her options carefully, realizing that unless she wanted to unintentionally drive Orion away and watch her plans crumble into dust, she had no other choice. With a resigned acceptance and the weight of her burdened mind, a weary sigh escaped Grandma Ingrid's lips, encapsulating the exhaustion that accompanied her carefully constructed plans.

Summoning her resolve, Grandma Ingrid mustered a response, her voice laced with both vulnerability and decisiveness, as she uttered a single word, "Alright." At that very moment, as if guided by an otherworldly intuition, she felt the flicker of Orion's skilled fingers teasingly delving into her aged vagina once more. The sensation elicited a fleeting, uncontrollable moan that quivered on her lips, "~~Ah~," before his touch was swiftly withdrawn.

In sync with the unspoken dance unfolding between them, Grandma Ingrid suddenly embraced her fate and lowered herself, squatting down ever so slightly. The motion caused her curves to accentuate, her body poised in an entrancing stance.

As Orion witnessed this scene unfolding before him, a nervous gulp rippled through his throat. Yet, instead of following Grandma Ingrid's lead, he chose to recline on his back on the ground, before he boldly let his hands roam, grazing both of Grandma Ingrid's stout thighs and large ass. A shiver coursed up Grandma Ingrid's spine, catching her off guard, and she instinctively turned her head, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight before her. There lay Orion, his back against the ground, his head pointing towards the wide expanse of her prominent curvy buttocks. 

Just as Grandma Ingrid prepared to utter a word, a surge of expectation shot through her body as Orion's hands abruptly seized hold of her butt cheeks, pulling them tightly backwards. His voice carried a commanding tone as he instructed, "Push yourself back a little until your vagina and buttock are directly on top of my face." There was no time for her to process the request, as Orion tightened his grip on her bare backside, eliciting a slight wince from Grandma Ingrid as a twinge of discomfort laced through her. Yet, amidst the mingling sensations, she made a decision. She would comply, ever so slightly shifting backward while maintaining her squatting position, aligning her wide bare buttocks and vagina directly above his waiting face.