Johnny got onto his knees for his third cumming, hosing his jism all over the tree house.

Wanda was so hot that she thought her dildo might melt in her fuck-hole. She actually looked down to see if steam was wafting from her pussy.

Johnny shot off once more, fucking his fist furiously, spilling out damned near as much cock-cream as he had on the previous cummings.

Wanda wondered if the kid's balls were bottomless.

Her cunt was hot as hell, and she melted again, too.

Johnny rested for a while following his fourth cumming, then tucked his cock and balls away and, a very contented boy now, climbed back down from the tree house a lot more easily than he had gone up.

He went on home to act innocent in front of his ever-alert mother.

And Wanda, despite her repeated orgasms, was left feeling as horny as ever. She began to dildo-fuck herself yet again, staring into the spunk-festooned tree house.

But then the naughty woman had an idea that thrilled her and made her feel deliciously depraved and wickedly wanton.

She left the attic and quickly pulled a hone dress on, not bothering with underwear. Taking the rubber sex-toy with her, she went out of her back door and crossed onto the common ground.

She looked around furtively, then climbed up to the tree house.

The fragrance of cock-cream made her head spin. Although the tree house was open to the fresh air, the familiar aroma still permeated the place.

Wanda removed her dress.

Naked, her body hot in the cool breeze, she began to rub her hairy cunt and her big tits against the cum-splattered wall. Her nipples shot out like rockets as she juiced them with jizz, and her cunt was spilling out almost as much cream as had shot from Johnny's prick.

She cupped her fat tits in both hands and squirmed, drenching them with the kid's cum. Then she lifted the tit-globes and dropped her raven head and began to suck the jizz up from her tits.