Phoebe rides my cock while Monica rides my face

A small hand grabs my cock and lifts it up from my stomach. Eating my wife’s pussy has hardened me again. My tip slides through a warm wetness, then presses against a small opening. No way am I going to fit.

Phoebe runs my mushroom head through her slit again, lubing me with her arousal. She presses me against her opening again.

I help her out. I move my hands from my wife’s tremendous ass to the narrow waist that is above my hips. I gripped her and push down. I thrust up. My cock stretches her pussy as it penetrates her. Her husband may have a much bigger cock than me but I have way more girth. I can hear Phoebe’s cry even with my ears muffled by my wife’s thick thighs.

My cock buries itself just past the head in Phoebe’s tight snatch. She grinds on me, slowly working her pussy down my cock.

I still lick at my wife’s pussy that is pressed into my face, but my mind races. My cock is feeling pussy for the first time in months. It’s feeling a pussy that isn’t my wife for the first time in a decade. God how I missed the feeling of new pussy. I wish I could watch Phoebe’s face as she felt my girth for the first time. I can barely hear her moans. I need to get my wife’s body off my face so I can watch and hear!

There’s only one sure fire way to get her off my face: make her come incredibly hard. I push her hips off me and catch my breath. I need to eat her pussy so well she collapses and I can watch as Phoebe rides me.