When we would pose together for photos, she’d complain about her interrupted pleasure when I pulled out to reset the camera. That was why she’d agreed to allow Fitz to take our photos.
Fitz said, “I have a solution,” and he called for his wife. Asian creampie nan wasn’t away after all! The sliding closet door opened, and out stepped Kat in a robe, which she quickly shed. She must have hidden in their while we were bathing. Her nipples were hard, and dampness marked her thighs and fingers. I wondered how’d asian creampie nan managed to masturbate in that cramped closet without making a sound.
Kat reached immediately for the camera. “Take some long shots,” said, “With all of us in the frame.” I pumped as Maureen’s pussy gushed, though I was half-blinded by the continual flashes. Fitz shouted, “I’m..., I’m....” Kat moved into close, and took several pictures as Fitz pulled out of Maureen’s mouth. Asian creampie nan leaned towards him trying to keep his cock inside her, and just then semen spurted from his cock to splash on her lips. I pulled on her hips, and her tongue could no longer reach his cock. His semen hit her again and again, messing her checks, chin, and matting her hair.
Maureen thrust forward again to lick Fitz’s soft cock clean while I continued to pump. “Did the photos turn out?” I asked Kat. She came over to me. She was close: she hadn’t bathed either. I could smell her pussy and sweat from last night’s sex. Her breasts were very small and her hips narrow. Even her long legs couldn’t make up for her lack of a womanly figure, but asian creampie nan had the most beautiful face and very long hair that hung down to her ass.
She paged through the photos of Fitz’s cock buried between Maureen’s lips; of Maureen’s tongue working up and down Fitz’s cock from his balls to the tip. When she reached the photos of Fitz pulling out to spurt, asian creampie nan reached between my legs. She fondled my balls my I slowly stroked in and out of my wife’s cunt.
“What’s going on?” Maureen asked. Fitz answered, “Kat has her hand between Joel’s legs.” “It feels almost like your tongue,” I said, and Maureen had another orgasm.
I moved my hand to Kat’s hip, then traced the curve of her ass down to her thigh until at my hand reached between her legs. She opened her legs.