ALL MY WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL ELVES

Chapter 154 Let him cook!!!!! (++++R18!)

As the slow music in the background continued its haunting melody, frantic movements painted a surreal picture in Kan's peripheral vision. Limbs gracefully unfolded, creating a mesmerizing tapestry of pure ecstasy and pleasure. The air, thick with desire and anticipation, carried an undeniable energy that enveloped the scene.

Right before him, Kan stood at the precipice of an ordeal, a moment that hinted at an adventure for which he might find himself reaching for the emergency number on speed dial. The convergence of moons overhead added an otherworldly glow to the unfolding spectacle, casting shadows that danced with the rhythm of passion.

Already exposed, Kan was only awaiting trial at that moment. He knew it in the deepest parts of his mind that he had set himself up. And it wasn't just because of the looks the women in front of him gave him. Even his diabolical system that was the architect of all that was unholy was against the idea. Yet, somehow, Kan mustered the courage to face the situation head strong.

Not with his head however, the only head that was strong was of course his solo partner, his member which had gone on ahead to agree to the collision that occurred next. Kan found himself being pushed backwards as Layla and Elara approached him with an aura of demonic sexiness. It was all planned, tonight was the night.

He found the two beautiful ladies unclothing themselves. Elara who had only come to the spa with a short bum short and a shirt that covered her abdomen only half way took it off in the most erotic manner possible. She undressed slowly, pulling the tight shirt over head and in the course of her undressing herself, her breasts had been entangled in the clothing, lifting up and falling to it's natural perky, pointy position the moment the shirt came off.

This sight alone was enough to make Kan fold like a fabric, it was simply cinema at its finest. But not to be outdone, like the final boss of a video game, Aunt Layla came from behind, overshadowing Elara. She too reached for her back and pulled down her zip. Her gown although not skin tight held on to her body and came down like in a slow fashion.

Her pink nipples left exposed and ready for all that could be brought to the table. And then from behind, Kan heard Elara whisper something to Aunt Layla that made her chuckle a bit and the next words that left Aunt Layla's lips were...."Can he handle it though?"

This statement in itself was a blasphemy. An insult to the person standing in front of them. Kan felt truly insulted and didn't wait to know what it was. He stopped moving back, showing no signs of intimidation from the naked women in front of him.

Elara came into view and had her hands run round his chest over and over, flicking her tongue around his lips and then crouching down to lick his navel, moving all the way from there to his chest. While at it, Aunt Layla took off her panties, exposing her slightly hairy pussy. She had her fingers dig into her insides and from there on, a slight tensed moan escaped her lips .."mmmph..." All while, her eyes remained on kan's body.

As Elara was busy sucking on kan's nipples, sending chills and tingling sensations down his spine, her other hand that was jobless put itself to good use and began to work kan's already hard dick, stroking it, urging it to reach new heights it had never reached before.

Kan could feel the blood flow to his dick, at the moment, his dick was rock solid. Hard enough to win a brick smashing contest. And as though she was one with the shadows, Aunt Layla suddenly appeared beside Kan and with a sultry voice, she asked..."I've seen you in the bathtub. But can you swim?" She said, breathing hot sensual air into kan's earlobes. But as quickly as she asked, almost like she got an imaginary answer, she opted to push Kan backwards and what happened next was a splash.

"What the fuck!!" Kan landed inside the water, struggling to regain composure. However the architect of his present predicament took delight in what she saw. Aunt Layla looked at Elara who looked back at her and they both smiled, pleased with what they saw. Kan swam back to the side of the pool only to find Aunt layla standing above him and beholding what gracious site laid before his eyes, Kan forgave all her past transgressions, ready to wash her anew.

Aunt Layla's hairy pussy, wet and inviting stared at kan's face, desperate and calling onto Kan. Kan could hear it, he was the chosen one, designated for this very purpose, he was to bear the burden so that no one had to and boy was he pleased to.

Aunt Layla crouched down in front of Kan, breasts swinging right in front of him. They were the size of melons, just framed perfectly on her chest and unloved. Kan looked to change that. But before he could take the throttle, he felt something warm engulf his member.

When he looked down, he could see bubbles coming out of the water and a fat ass floating atop the water. "Either she has great breath control or my dick is life giving!" Kan thought seeing Elara now submerged under the water and blowing his dick like it was a life support. Elara was committed to her job of making sure Kan nutted in the pool which Kan at first would have been scared of if there were fishes but thankfully there were none. So the only other thing he had to worry about was Elara not blowing his nuts and making them pop like corn because her tongue wagged all around his balls. Perhaps, she played football as well, he thought.

"Come here," Aunt Layla said, siting by the pool side but not just that, she had kan's face wedged between her humongous thighs, face to face, Kan was in a confrontation with her desperate pussy.

"Let's balance this out then," Kan smirked as he went on to dig into Aunt Layla pussy, eating her like she was served on a plate. Kan began by sticking the tip of his tongue into her pussy, fucking her with his tongue.

"Mmmmmmmmphh...kannnn!!!... Annnn---" Aunt Layla squirmed like a fish on dry land, desperate for air for which she wasn't deprived. Kan had simply taken her breath away and if asked, deep down she knew she didn't want it back because her actions spoke for her.

Her hands clutched kan's hair tightly, pulling him towards her and gaining more leverage. She was basically serving herself up for dessert to Kan. Kan did her dirty either ways, digging further into her pussy and flickering his tongue on her clit, causing her to unlock sides of herself she had no idea of.

"Fuck ...you are gonna make me buss inside a fucking pool you crazy mother fucker!!" Kan removed his head from Aunt Layla thighs against all her resistance as he just couldn't ignore the fantastic work Elara had committed herself to doing. Aunt Layla seeing Kan stretch back noticed a faint dark spot around his neck.

"That's new. Didn't know you were into paint jobs," she commented, rubbing her fingers against Kan's neck on the strange mark she saw. Quickly, this grabbed kan's attention as he turned to her and nervously, he said..."Ohh...was just fooling around, now I can't get it off," he chuckled hard.

However, Aunt Layla didn't get the joke as she was too invested in getting eaten. She spread her legs wide open for Kan to dive right back in but instead, kan's eyes were on something else. Her melons, hanging perfectly on her chest and waiting to be noticed.

Kan with both hands grabbed onto her badonks, squeezing them one after the other and watching them collapse within his grip. It was like handling a dough only it was a lot more intoxicating.

[You should consider taking catering up. You are cooking now, baby,]

But all Kan had to say was....'shut up and let me cook!!'

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*Author's note!!*

A heartfelt thank you to my dedicated readers! Your unwavering support is the driving force behind the vivid tapestry of this story. Your enthusiasm and engagement breathe life into each chapter, making this journey incredibly special. Together, we embark on a literary adventure, and your presence adds a magical touch to every word. Gratitude for being the heart of this narrative journey – your passion fuels the storytelling magic.

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