Clara goes first

Howard walks over to Clara, who remains bent over. Once behind Clara, he pulls down his pants and grips her hips.

"Fuck me." She coos.

Without any concern for condoms or birth control, Howard presses his cock inside of Clara. She offers no protest in response, only a pleasured moan as his length glides inside of her craving cunt.

"Ohhh... Just like that." She coos.

"That cock good?" I ask.

In reply, Clara gives me a nod. "So good."

I kiss her lips as Howard thrusts slowly, no doubt indulging in Clara's soaking wet slit. I know that my best chance of getting some cock myself is to make sure she gets off as fast as possible. With that in mind, I reach for her clit and begin toying with it. Upon feeling my touch, Clara's lips break away from mine, and her jaw drops to let out a moan.

"You like that?" I ask.

"Yes..."

Howard starts to piston faster, which turns Clara's moans into screams.

"Oh fuck... That's fucking perfect..."

"Ugh... You love that dick, don't you slut?"

"Ahh... fuck yes... Fuck my brains out Howard!"

The ear-to-ear grin on her face backed up her statement. She's loving every second of her DILF dick down, and it's completely intoxicating. My eyes watch her face express passion and pleasure. My hands feel her flesh, with her soft breast in one hand, and her sensitive clitoris in the other, and of course, her loud moans fill my ear, along with the sound of Howard's flesh slapping against her plump ass. I could just imagine myself being in her position, and hopefully, I will be.

"Oh my God..." Clara cries, her arms trembling as her fingers dig into my thighs.

"Are you gonna cum for us?" I ask, without any doubt what the answer is.

"Ahhh..."

Whilst Clara falls deeper into the depths of her pleasure, Howard gives her all he's got. Turns out it's all she needed to be pushed over the edge and into orgasmic bliss. Again I watch her shiver as her eyes roll back into her skull. Her head collapses between my thighs, overwhelmed by her orgasm. Whilst she catches her breath, I look up to Howard. His face is red and soaked in sweat like he's just finished an Olympic sprint. Panting, he mutters "Damn..."

My eyes shift to his cock, which is still rock hard and seemingly ready, more so than its owner. That's when Clara sits up and kisses me deeply, our tongues wrestling for a few seconds. Once our lips finally part, she turns to Howard and asks "Still reckon you can take care of Morgan?"