Creagon reached up, taking hold of Marne's luscious breasts, one hand clamping to each. Against his palms, Creagon felt the tack-like hardness of Marne's nipples. He pushed his palms against the swollen erections, pressing them down until their tips were flush with their surrounding aureoles. He knew the resulting sensations always drove his wife wild.

"Bastard!" Marne groaned, giving another shake of her head that tousled her wild red hair even further. Still not succumbing, she continued to run her husband's prick head along just the mouth of her cunt, Creagon's pre-seminal leakings adding a sticky addition to the female juices that were already frosting the rim of the cuntal fissure.

Creagon peaked his hands over his wife's breasts, his pursed fingertips pinching Marne's nipples which had again popped to their full heights. He twisted, knowing the pain/pleasure was partly the cause for the flush that was slowly changing his wife's creamy complexion from white to delicious pink.

Marne, though, had a little surprise for her husband. On one of the backward slides of Creagon's cock crown along her cunt mouth, Marne let the cock head keep right on going, right on into the crease of her ass, right to a position on Marne's ass pucker.

Marne sat down over the head of Creagon's cock, giving her buttocks a twisting movement as she did so. Her sphincter ring rolled open around the juice-slicked penile tip and then dropped further, her rubbery ass mouth gumming as it went.

"Oh, Jessssssssssssssus!" Creagon grunted in surprise. He momentarily left off his tweaking of his wife's hard nipples, able to concentrate on nothing more except the sudden exquisite pleasure that was taking hold of his lower body.