He follows Marielle's advice

"Easy Tiger," Marielle eased her hand between their two bodies and Christine whimpered in a quiet protest when the Verderer's wife pulled her husband's manhood from inside her. "Here's something else I know you like." With a firm push she maneuvered the Verderer forward until his penis was hovering just over Christine's breasts still dripping with the seed from the earlier blowjob.

"Damn, I do like this ..." The Verderer pushed his cock down until it nestled between Christine's tits and Christine could feel the heat of his member as it moved settled into position.

"That's right Tiger," The Verderer's wife straddled Christine's hips and pressed her round breasts against his back as he started rocking. "Those firm young titties of hers have never had a cock like yours plowing that valley." It was true, Christine couldn't even imagine that she was doing something so nasty - or that felt so good. "This is a safe place to plant your seed, you can cum as much as you like now."

With a growl, Werner leaned even harder against Christine and pressed her breasts together to completely wrap his package in her soft flesh. It felt good, but what felt even better was the way Marielle's fingers had found her sore slit. She shouldn't have been surprised that this experienced woman would know just the right spots to rub, but with her sex still tingling from her recent deflowering, the pleasure was more than she could stand.

Between the Verderer's loud grunts of pleasure, her own shameless whimpering and Marielle's dirty words urging her husband to fuck Christine's tits. The only thing that made the moment less than perfect, was the way Marielle referred to her as 'Evelyn' instead of her actual name.

That thought was wiped from her mind when once again her insides exploded, and juices squirted out from between her petals to coat Marielle's fingers. Her climax seemed to be what Werner was waiting for, because even before she stopped twitching, she felt the Verderer's second load of spunk coating her neck and face.

This time the Verderer was truly done; he rolled off of Christine with a satisfied sigh of satisfaction. His wife slid off Christine's hips and lay on her other side so the young woman was sandwiched between the two. Marielle, gently brushed a lock of her brown hair from her face, and smiled at her knowingly.

"Well Evelyn, was that as good as I promised you?"