Creampie Cum

Friday night...Mario with Ginger's help prepared a wonderful Italian meal, but we may have imbibed a bit too much red wine with the meal and after in front of the roaring wood fire, as we all were a bit too mellow to fuck all night. But we did play in a relaxed manner, and at one point Ginger asked me to get under her in a 69, then requested Mario to pound her from behind. After viewing his rock-hard cock penetrating her pussy from the closest possible vantage point, I got a face full of flying creampie cum just as he pulled out and started blasting a load over the soft fleshy landscape of Ginger's ass, crack, ass hole, pussy and hairy muff. As always struck by a sense of what a lucky bastard I am, I paused to lick the creampie cum off my face and savour the delicate taste, then took my time letting the sight of my wife's private parts, liberally frosted with a glistening load of steaming spawn, sink in to my awareness. But of course my letch for devouring creamballs is stronger than the one for viewing them, so feverishly I dragged her ass down to my mouth and laid the flat of my tongue against the coagulating icing, just as I might have licked the bowl as a child when my mother prepared hard sauce for mince-meat pie. The taste of the great mass of creampie cum was stronger than it had been for the drops I had scooped off my face earlier, but fantasy fulfilment trumps dining prejudices, at least for me, and it tasted as if I was eating the creampie cum that won the International Cordon Bleu...ten point zero from the Canadian judge! Ginger now took charge, and turning around on my body she settled herself down on my face. As the camera at us like lightning on a dark night, I ran my tongue over other parts of her backside, a human bottom feeder searching for every last drop of the creampie cum, until I settled into a deep and satisfying insertion of my tongue into her smoking snatch.