Creampie Filled Pussy

My wife slipped into bed smelling of smoke and booze and male perfume. I feared the worst and realized it when she grabbed my cock, stroking it to hardness and then straddled me, slipping it inside her. It was hot, extremely wet and slippery, and feeling like it had been reamed by a lead pipe.

"You fucking whore!" I cried, trying to push her off me. "You've been at it again."

"Shut up and fuck my creampie filled pussy, shrimp dick, and see if you can't satisfy me," she growled, pinning my arms to the bed with her muscular arms. "Like you could ever."

Lizzy was a strong woman for 50 years old, a weight lifter, runner, aerobics teacher, dancer, and had a great, trim body which was an attraction to many men, older and younger. She'd go out, fuck as many as she felt like and come home to me, fucking me for dessert, she calls it. But I hated it, hated every minute, hated what always came next.

"Cumming!you!whore!" I growled, unable to stop from shooting inside her creampie filled pussy.

"Figures," she hissed, double headlocking my face to her heaving, sweaty tits. "Just when I actually start to feel your worthless cock in my creampie filled pussy."

I blasted out a thick load to mix with the countless others still sloshing around in my wife's well-fucked creampie filled pussy. I was hoping she'd be too drunk to do anything else and just pass out. But I was wrong, I was always wrong.

"Mmmm, creamy massage time, slave boy," she growled, flipping to her back and spreading her muscular legs. "Dig in and rub me."

I looked down at her blonde creampie filled pussy, all matted and wet, with a thick plug of cum in her wide-open cunny hole.