Grand Dad Is The Pervert God

Eros was not surprised when he saw the four women who had visited his cabin late at night.

After all, he was the god of love and desire at one time. There was no way he was going to touch a woman and she was to keep her sanity. It was like a thirsty traveller in a desert only allowed to have a drop of water when the entire oasis was before his eyes.

These four women were thirsty travellers, and Eros was the Oasis.

One of the women locked the door once Jimmy and Dan left.

Women could be very bold creatures when desire was before their eyes.

This was the current situation of things. Their clothes were stripped to the ground. Behold, the beauty of a woman's body.

Of course, this women were not as delicious looking as Commander Half bra, but Eros nodded his head to the appetizer.

There were quite curvy. Apparently working as pirates ensured that their bodies remained fit and smooth.

The first girl stepped forward. She was the shortest of them all. Her hair was dark and short. But amongst the four, she was the one one with the biggest boobs.

She was also the one he kissed on the forehead.

Bravely, she stepped forward to hep him undress.

There was no words between Eros and these girls. Everybody knew what they were here for.

Eros allowed her to help him remove his clothes which revealed his old man-looking body. It was nothing like the fit chest and well-cut abs that he used to have as a god. In fact, it was the complete opposite.

His skin looked tired and slightly wrinkled. His chest was what many would call man-boobs with grey-coil chest hair, and a well-curvy pot belly underneath.

He looked nothing like what a woman would desire.

However, to these women, it was something else. Beauty in their eyes. Eros stood to his feet. He had just entered the first stage of the soul disciple realm.

It strengthened his body a little bit. At least, he could stand for a longer period of time now, without his walking cane.

The girl stepped closer to him. As she did, she leaned in to kiss him, but she stopped. Eros understood her fear. As much as she wanted him, she was afraid she would run mad after having him.

"Don't worry! I will bring my technique to the lowest standard," he muttered lowly. He grabbed her waist, sliding his aged fingers from the middle of her back down to the divide that made her supple behind.

Dipping his fingers into her butt crack, he gently squeezed one butt cheek and pulled her into himself. Like an army laying siege to a fortress, his fingers located firstly her butt hole as his tongue invaded her mouth.

His tongue wrestled with her own. Quickly subduing her in the tug of war for ownership of her mouth.

She could feel him take advantage of two of her holes. It was incredible how the fingering of her butt hole did not disrupt the technique he used in the deep kiss.

In fact, each one displayed a different kind of subjugation of her body.

She could smell him well. He was an old man, and he had that old smell attributed to his body. But she did not care. She wanted that smell to saturate her being.

She wanted it to invade her pores some more. Her fingers wrapped around him. She did not know why, but she suddenly felt as if this was the most important thing in the entire world.

Suddenly, she could feel a tingling feeling between her legs.

The other girls watched. Each of them wished they had been braver and taken the first step earlier on. Her butt cheeks were facing them, and they could see that Eros had not yet invaded her cherry hole, but it was already releasing a liquid that flowed down her thighs like a spilled cup of rum flowing down the table.

Eros continued his good work with her butt hole.

Although she was at the height of ecstasy, she did not notice that he his finger had yet to actually enter the butt hole. Everything he had been doing was just at the entrance.

At this point, Eros was starting to wonder what would have happened if he inserted his fingers fully. He had just acquired this one. He did not want to break her sanity with pleasure just yet.

After all, there were times in the past were women died just from his finger touch.

"This should be enough for now," he told himself, as his finger once more changed technique.

If she had been on cloud nine before, her mind was now currently blank of reality.

Her legs spasm like she was having a heart attack, and before she knew it, she poured rich Yin qi all over his hand and the ground.

The pleasure was so much that her legs gave way, and she fell.

However, Eros held her up just in time.

Her breathing was heavy. She had reached her peak.

"Hmmm! was I still too much!?" He thought to himself as he laid her on the bed.

Another girl wanted to step forward, but Eros lifted a hand to stop her, "not yet."

If this was before as a god, taking all three women would not have been a problem for him. In fact, there were times were he took over a thousand women at a time.

However, this body he had now occupied was too weak for such. Also, he wanted to take his time to enjoy his meal. After all, a part of him used to be a virgin in another world.

That part of him had a lot of grievances he wanted to pour out and also wanted to enjoy this experience as much as possible.

This bed was not so big, but it was enough for what was to come.

Eros took a long look at the naked woman on his bed. Till now, her cherry hole was still leaking.

He came forward and tapped her face a little. She opened her eyes lazily.

However, she was surprised to see what he had used to wake her up was not his hand but a towering sword pointing a little to the left, but still towards the heavens.

"Are you ready for more!?"