Primitive Man

Chapter 49: Ayra ask for forgiveness (R-18)

"Wow! What a beautiful view," Looking at the soft looking ass in front of his face, Garnt muttered hoping to take a light bite out of the butt cheeks to feel the softness.

Despite Ayra's rigorous training and lifting regimen, her efforts did not diminish the softness of her butt cheeks; instead, they only added to the texture that seduced Garnt.

Garnt didn't stop looking at the view in front of him, but his eyes suddenly went to the twitching asshole of Ayra, that kept asking Garnt to explore it without showing any restraint.

"Hmm~ look at this, this twitching little hole asking for me," Garnt said while lightly sending his finger around her asshole, without fully going in.

"Don't- don't touch there, It feels weird." Ayra moaned in nervousness, but Garnt had no idea to stop.

Instead he just blew on her pussy, which caused her to moan but Ayra knew it wasn't the time to be timid, so she also decided to go offensive.

"This is the naughty cock of the man that keep teasing me. I will teach you a lesson," She thought and grabbed his shaft with her right hand, and sniffed it.

Feeling the famillar smell of his sperms, she felt even more aroused since she had an addiction to take his cum and swallow them from what happened in the past.

"Ooooh!" Garnt groaned as he felt the famillar touch.

Ayra groped him. She scooped up his balls and sucked and squeezed the pole as if to inspect its shape. The pole was already overflowing with embarrassing juices from its tip.

'Ahhhhhh, this feeling. This delightfulness...The pleasure of being handled by my first woman.'

"Mmmm, I can feel it. Your testicles are nice and firm....Garnt, you didn't cum for a long time?"

"Yes." He answered her question.

"Still, this weight. It's really nice."

"I'm happy to hear you say it." –really.

Ayra twirled his arousal juices around her tender fingers and moved them up and down, smearing them on the pole. She already knew his weak spot. She made a ring with her index finger and thumb to hook around his glans and squeezed it.

"Does it feels good, Garnt?"

"Yes, it feels really good. But Ayra looks like you feels good too. While working with my dick, you raise your big ass up – waving it around, it's so cute and look at this damp hole, it keeps twitching like asking for some treat."

"Jeez! Don't be vulgar."

"Kuhhhh!"

She squeezed him hard, showing how embarassed she was..

Her shapely nose came closer and closer to the towering meat root.

"Haa, it smells so good. I can't get enough of it."

"Kuhhhh, oooh!"

She did as Garnt asked, and the massive flesh of her gorgeous chest was squished against his chest. On the tip of them was a stiff flower bud that he wanted to suck on, but he wanted to try something new. He grabbed her plump, bouncy buttocks.

Lifting her up and dove deep into her as she floods me with hot juices.

Her hungry womb was going down to meet Garnt's cock.

Garnt pressed the tip of his cock against her cervix and rubbed it, Ayra clung to him tightly and screamed uncontrollably.

Sweaty skin rubbed against each other, the aroma of sexual pleasure overflowed from the ripe woman's body to Garnt.

They rubbed against each other, wiggling and rubbing, marking the union of their physical bodies.

"Is this what you want?" Garnt said, lightly pumping the meat rod that was now lodged in the woman's honey pot.

"Hah, n....yes, oh....this is what I wanted....but, but it's not that I only want a penis. I can't live without you, Garnt... Ahn~ You're swelling up again."

–Gufufu!

Garnt felt like he was about to overflow with indecent pleasure. However, his chest felt much warmer. And of course, the wriggling folds of her flesh are making his lower body throbbing, but he couldn't help it.

He reached his arm up to Ayra's slender back and stroke her soothingly.

"I'm sorry I made you feel bad by accepting Unami. Let's spend the rest of the day together."

"Yes! I'm so happy. I won't regret my decision. I'm going to fight for our relationship if needed."

Garnt gently purred his sweet voice into her ear, gently stroked her straight red hair, and held her close to him while slowly moving his hips.

"Ayra, let's just stay like this and not move for a while." Garnt said, his fingers stroking her back and buttocks in a romantic way. "I hadn't done this before, but the sexual arts do have a method that makes the two of us feel good even if we don't move like animals."

"It's fine. You're the who taught us about all of these sexual arts in the first place, so do whatever you want with my body. After all, I'm yours."

"Kuh~ what happened to that stubborn woman, who always tried to aruge with others and made me run around the village in the name of training." Garnt asked with a grin on his face.

"Well, a certain someone tamed that woman and made her feel like a little girl again, so I don't know about that," Arya answered with a smile, but both of them knew that their patience was wearing thin with each passing second.

For a while, the two of them stayed motionless, letting our body heat, sweat, breath, and heartbeats meld with each other. Then suddenly, as if she had come to her senses, Ayra suddenly felt a smile coming to her face.

"Time for this aunt to show why she is older and more strong than you.

I guess it's time for me to eat my nephew, but I wonder whether he can survive me," Suddenly, getting on Garnt's hips, she muttered and said with a predatory look while touching his nipples with ehr fingers, but Garnt could only laugh.

"Try me! If you can make me cry in pleasure, I will become your slave for a whole week. You can do whatever you want with me, but if you fail, you will do everything I ask."

Ayra gulped hearing his words, and her imagination ran wild hearing him say something like that.

"Then get ready to serve me, my little cute nephew!"