Village Head's Debauchery



Nonetheless, Orion's eyes were irresistibly drawn to the sight of Grandma Ingrid's shapely prominent buttocks swaying enticingly as she hastened to retrieve her broom. His imagination ran wild, envisioning her aged, serious expression transforming into one of pleasure and ecstasy as his veiny penis pressed against her intimate matured vagina. The mere glimpse of her slightly parted ass cheeks ignited a fire within him, intensifying his desire. With his hard-rock cock pulsing with expectations, Orion mustered the self-control to walk forward, ready to assist Grandma Ingrid as she gestured for him to join her. 

'I am definitely fucking her ass also' Orion admitted silently to himself, his thoughts completely captivated by the irresistible allure of Grandma Ingrid's curves. As she beckoned him to assist in opening the door, he couldn't help but steal a glimpse once more of her aged and serious expression, along with her clear silver hair that gave her a commanding presence. At that moment, Orion couldn't help but wonder what her expression would look like if he offered her a fresh hot mouth cup of his semen.

With persistent effort, Orion exerted his strength to push the stubborn door, finally succeeding in swinging it open. The hinges protested with a haunting creak, releasing a cloud of swirling dust into the air. Orion instinctively waved his hand near his face, attempting to clear the particles from his nose and mouth, allowing him to breathe freely once more. Observing his actions, Grandma Ingrid mimicked his gesture, delicately waving her hand to dispel the lingering dust from her own visage. 

Yet, as the murky haze settled, revealing the extent of the mess inside the hut, Grandma Ingrid seized the opportunity to comment with a knowing tone, "I had a feeling it would be this messy if I didn't attend to it immediately." Her words carried an air of self-assurance, as if the chaos within the hut affirmed her foresight.

Orion's eyes flickered with curiosity as he contemplated Grandma Ingrid's choice of timing. Her resolute demeanour and seriousness etched on her face only deepened his intrigue, compelling him to pose the question that had been lingering in his mind. "I understand the necessity, but why choose this late hour to sweep? Wouldn't it be more practical to wait until morning?" Orion's inquisitive gaze met Grandma Ingrid's eyes, seeking an explanation. The moonbeams, as radiant as a torch's flame, illuminated their surroundings, allowing them to see their surroundings without the need for artificial light sources.

Surprisingly, Grandma Ingrid's hand shot out with swift reflexes, snatching Orion's nose and squeezing it between her thumb and index finger, eliciting a playful chuckle from her lips. "If I don't tend to the cleaning now, I'll be occupied with preparations for the farm tomorrow," she explained, her laughter lacing her words. Yet deep within, Grandma Ingrid harboured a fervent desire to keep the events that unfolded between them a secret, yearning for no one, not even her fellow hut mates, to discover the truth. She knew that maintaining her composed and authoritative facade would become increasingly challenging if their encounter ever came to light.

However, as Grandma Ingrid finished speaking, Orion's interest was captured by the revelation that she worked at the farm. This was a new piece of information for him, as he had overheard Grandma Celia and Vivian discussing their successful sales at the bustling market square while he was at their hut. It seemed that the responsibilities at the farm were divided among the hutmates, a logical arrangement given their shared responsibilities.

Feeling time slipping away, Grandma Ingrid swiftly lowered herself, clutching the broom tightly in her grasp, and commenced sweeping. Every stroke of the broom was purposeful, as she skillfully directed the swirling dust towards the direction of the backyard. The moonlight cast a ghostly glow upon her figure, highlighting her committed expression and the graceful movements of her sweeping. 

"SWISSSHH" "SWWISSHH"

As the seconds ticked away, each one seeming to stretch into an eternity, a tangible tension hung in the air, causing Grandma Ingrid to swallow nervously, her throat dry. While she had initially been pleased with her impromptu plan, the realization that there was nothing to move within the hut heightened her anxiety. 

The previous occupants, Tina and her partner, thorough in their departure, had left the space devoid of any belongings, leaving Grandma Ingrid with a sinking feeling that her carefully crafted scheme might crumble before her eyes, its progress thwarted. In a desperate attempt to regain composure and sure that her plan doesn't fail, Grandma Ingrid instinctively reached behind her, attempting to raise the hem of her dress against her protruding buttocks. To her surprise, her fingers brushed against exposed skin, letting her know that one side of her ample buttocks had already slipped free.

However, she dismissed the butt cheek as nothing more than a minor inconvenience, one that would only pose an issue in public. With casual nonchalance, she lifted the remaining side of her dress to fully reveal her protruding butt cheeks, an audacious move that showcased her boldness, testing whether Orion would not be repulsed by an unattractive woman, particularly one as old and curvaceous as herself.

Gazing over her shoulder, she locked eyes with Orion, who still sported an unexpectedly erect veiny penis. "It seems I've misjudged the need to move things," she admitted. "But I'll need your help to open the doors since everything seems to be carefully arranged.' Returning her gaze forward, she maintained her nonchalant demeanour. "However, I understand that waiting while I finish sweeping might be boring for you. So, feel free to entertain yourself by playing with my body until I'm done," she added, a nervous chuckle escaping her lips despite the effort to maintain her nonchalant expression. 'Don't worry, I'll be quick, so Celeste doesn't start anxiously looking for you.'"

'Stupid. Stupid. Stupid,' Grandma Ingrid chastised herself silently as she continued sweeping, her two large, prominent buttocks now fully exposed to Orion's gaze. Her strained nonchalant expression seemed on the verge of crumbling, threatening to reveal the underlying vulnerability. Above all, she cursed herself for the impulsive words that had escaped her lips. When she stole a glance and found Orion still rooted in his spot, her heart plummeted, skipping a few beats in the process.