Ebony Pussy Creampie

With trembling hands, I began scooping out the gel and rubbing it up and down my wife's tanned, naked and very muscular legs, rubbing it in by the handful, ladling thick gobs of goop on her chiseled calves, muscular shins, thick thighs. When every inch of her legs from toes to hips was covered, I massaged them, the obscene squishing sound rising above that of her moans as she rapidly fingered her tireless clitty, bringing herself to a thrashing orgasm in just minutes. When she calmed down, each leg was covered with thick streaks of ebony pussy creampie, some of it mine, most of it guys she met that night down the bar she usually goes to. It was still warm on my hands and her legs.

"Clean my ebony pussy creampie up," she barked, hands behind head now looking down at the mess I'd made of her beautiful stems, showing no promise of just falling asleep and letting the stuff crust up on her to wash off in the morning shower. "NOW!"

I made a motion to leave the bed from where I was kneeling over her legs, but she was too quick, shooting her feet up around my head and scooping my face forward to mash it into the mulch of her ebony pussy creampie. My nose was lost in the folds of wet pussy, my mouth at the hole, and Lizzy then growled, thundered her muscular thighs and contracted out whatever ebony pussy creampie was left inside of her, depositing it directly into my mouth. I couldn't breathe, my mouth was so full of her and the seed of other men and myself.

"Swallow that sperm, eat that ebony pussy creampie, I wanna hear you take a gulp," she hissed, snapping her hard legs on me. "EAT IT!"