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That pretty face made oral sex look twice as delicous as it felt. Her hair tumbled over Maureen’s thighs; her delicate tounge parted Maureen’s lips, and the happiness on her face when she tasted Maureen's milf creampie was self-evident.

Fitz shot photo after photo while I watched her tongue searching for milf creampie in Maureen’s pubic thatch. I could stand it no longer. I knelt over Maureen, offering her my cock, ready to blow. When Kat’s tongue touched Maureen’s clit, Maureen squeezed my cock and moaned.

Occasionally over the last couple of years I had guided Maureen’s fingers to my asshole while she licked me, but she never enthusiastically diddled with my asshole. Until now. And not with her fingers. So pleasured by the day, she apparently felt she owed me great pleasure as well, and she began to lick my asshole.

I sat on her face, my cock erect, appearing to spring from between her breasts while her tongue wetted my balls and asshole. Kat looked up from eating Maureen's milf creampie, then reached to squeeze my cock. She caressed Maureen’s breast with one hand and pumped my cock with the other.

Fitz was flitting back and forth between taking pictures of his wife’s tongue in my wife’s cunt and my wife’s tongue slurping between my legs. “Be sure to take pictures with all of milf creampie in it,” I said.

Maureen looked exhausted to me, but with my cock between her breasts and her tongue on my hairy balls and Kat’s tongue noisily slurping at her cunt, she had another orgasm, then another, that left her trembling and weak. At last she said, “Enough milf creampie.”

Kat lifted her face from Maureen’s cunt. Her lips and chin glistened with Maureen’s pussy juices. My cock was still hard.