’I-I didn’t even know such an amazing thing existed... My husband’s tool cannot even last for a single round without going limp, but Little Wen’s size is simply unheard of...’ Her thoughts raced as she stared at the spectacular cock, its thickness easily eclipsing the width of her own arm.

’Even Arielle mentioned that her husband can’t maintain an erection either... and it was recorded that the absolute largest thing in the village was only four inches long.’ Morenne simply couldn’t wrap her mind around the sheer scale of what she was witnessing.

It was like she was a frog living in a well...a true believer that the biggest thing in the world was only four inches long.

And that was right; Pamela’s husband was so small.

His size was like a little wiener... so small, but still a thing.

All Hail To Wiener!

Morenne had previously felt rather smug, bragging to the other women that her husband was well-endowed because he possessed a three-inch long thing.

If the biggest in the village was only four inches, then her husband was technically the runner-up.

The second-place man in the village... and the pinnacle of pride for every MILF who desired such length.

As for the true pinnacle... well, they had already buried that in the deepest parts of their hearts.

Only a handful possessed that kind of length, and since it was the longest available, why dream of something impossible?

It wasn’t bad to be part of the flock of sheep.

But the universe is just.

Unfortunately for Morenne, even if the smallest thing has its uses when used properly, her hardworking husband was now as limp as dead grass... looking like a dried eggplant.

It wouldn’t harden no matter what she tried...a truly pitiful stroke of luck for a woman in her prime.

But upon witnessing this enormous, rock-hard marvel yesterday, her dormant mature instincts had surged to their absolute peak.

She desperately wanted to experience the kind of ecstasy a starved, hungry MILF like herself had been denied for years!

As for Pamela’s husband, he actually held the third-place spot for size in the village.

It wasn’t a terrible position; a third-place finish still meant a bronze medal in the village rankings.

(A moment of silence for the pitiful men of this village. ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ)

...

As for how the local MILFs possessed such detailed statistics... well, that’s just how close-knit housewives operate.

It was entirely normal for them to share such intimate, study-purpose data during their casual gossip sessions.

...

Slurp... slurp... slurp...

"Clean them up, Aunt. Move back up to the shaft now and suck the tip gently," Owen commanded.

A single spurt was nowhere near enough to satisfy and quench his unyielding cock, so she needed to exert herself even more.

"Okay~ slurp... slurp..." Morenne finished cleaning his balls and slowly licked upward, tracking along the cock until her lips met the tip... the very head of the divine member.

Morenne swirled her tongue gently against the sensitive pink head, causing Owen to rise on his tiptoes for a brief second from the sheer intensity of the ticklish attack.

Right after an ejaculation, being licked directly on the head felt otherworldly; the hypersensitivity made his member swell even further, reinforcing his erection for an immediate second round.

"I’m not overly experienced, Little Wen, but I hope this is to your liking~ chomp... slurp... slurp..." She enveloped the head completely, swirling her tongue like a tornado, causing great havoc...

No, calling it havoc is a sin. It was a deep cleansing.

’Argh... this is incredible! Bless the god whoever invented the blowjob!’ Owen tightened his grip on her ponytail, unable to control himself as the sensation of receiving an exclusive blowjob from a gorgeous blonde MILF made his senses muddled.

"I’m on the verge of cumming again, Aunt. Swallow everything, just like you did with the first load!"

"Yeshh... give me every single drop, Little Wen~ suck..." She didn’t display a hint of bashfulness, immediately bracing herself to receive another heavy delivery.

Spurt... spurt... spurt!!

He erupted inside her mouth once more.

She had completely lost all track of time, her mind entirely consumed by the magnificent pole that was covering her vision.

It was pure ecstasy, her sucking Owen dry... but who said a single hose could suck the ocean dry?

Too bad... There was another interruption.

Husband: "DARLING! I FORGOT SOMETHING! WHERE ARE YOU? HAS OWEN LEFT ALREADY?"

The man’s voice echoed from a distance; he evidently hadn’t spotted either of them near the main entrance of the barn.

’ Oh... damn it. How can this pitiful, pathetic man show up right when things are getting properly heated?! Now I can’t do a titty fuck. This idiot keeps popping up like a whack-a-mole!’ Owen cursed internally, thoroughly irritated by the husband’s atrocious timing.

"Swallow it down faster, Auntie... Do you really want to get caught giving me a blowjob while your husband is out here sweating for your own good?" Owen snapped her back to reality, delivering a gentle slap to her cheek... not to inflict pain, but simply to rouse her from her pleasure-induced daze.

"Guck... guck... pwahh!! Yes..." She began to suckle even more fiercely upon hearing her husband’s approaching voice.

It was deeply disappointing to cut the session short, but they had no choice.

"Now accelerate, Aunt, your husband is practically at the threshold!" Owen urged her, a wicked grin spreading across his face internally.

She was working incredibly hard now... far harder than her ’darling’ who toiled under the scorching sun every single day.

"I-I’m working as fast as I can..." She even deployed both of her hands to secure a better grip, looking exactly like a passionate performer singing into a microphone before a live audience.

"Ohh... is that so? Then I guess I should invite Uncle over to join us." Having uttered those teasing words...

Owen raised his voice to call out to her husband, causing her face to flush a vibrant crimson as she worked frantically overtime in the early morning air.