Creampie Cathy

Her hair was mussy and tangled and wet with saliva from her sixty-nining me. When creampie Cathy leaned back as far as she could, Fitz stepped forward. He was naked. He had his erect cock in his hand, offering it to her. Her eyes weren’t open yet. She didn’t realize he was there. His cock came closer and closer to her lips. She languidly opened her eyes. Without taking her eyes from his cock, she said, “He did get excited.” Creampie Cathy glanced to me, and I nodded my assent. She opened her lips. He stepped forward to enter her.

We hadn’t heard a shower that morning, so he hadn’t bathed after fucking his wife the night before. The taste of her pussy coated his cock and pubic hair. I wondered if Maureen could smell it. When we fuck, I like to switch between her mouth and pussy, until mouth tastes like her cunt. She knows what a woman tastes like.

Her lips wrapped around his cock. Creampie Cathy loves sucking me and loved sucking him. She had a blissful look on her face. She started with her lips nearly closed as they gripped the tip of his cock, then worked her way down, opening her mouth to take more and more of it into her. Then she backed off, letting it slip entirely from her mouth. Creampie Cathy licked her lips. “Tastes good,” she said. The she engulfed his cock again.

I became so excited I could barely hold the camera steady. I took beautiful pictures which showed his cock buried in her mouth and showed how excited she was by it, because her nipples on both breasts were as large and hard as I’d ever seen them. I wished I could suck them. After a few minutes she switched to licking the shaft and head. His cock dripped with her saliva. Fearing I would cum to soon, I ceased thrusting within her, but that only encouraged her to rotate her hips on my cock. Fitz leaned over, grabbing a fistful of her hair, and pressing against the back of her head, forcing creampie Cathy to take more and more of his cock inside her.