Creampie Eatout

I will never forget the horny, arrogant look on her face, as she drew her knees up to slip her briefs over her feet, giving everyone an even better view of the creampie eatout dripping from her pussy.

She looked at Paul, who was standing in front of her with his cock straining at his shorts, licking his fingers with a huge smile.

‘Now I fuck you' he said.

‘No, Paul' said Debbie, ‘I don't YOU to fuck me'

I felt my heart sink. I began to lie to myself - good - it had gone far enough, I was going to stop it anyway, although I knew deep down that I was as disappointed as Paul was.

‘Why no? - I fuck you really good - you love creampie eatout, you slut'

‘Hey - you can't ...‘- I said

‘It's okay, Dave, just sit down next to Michel' said Debbie ‘Paul doesn't understand. Paul, I don't just want YOU to fuck me, I want you ALL to fuck me. Like Margot. And yes, like the creampie eatout slut I am.'

With that she turned towards Michel and Thierry. She saw that they had enjoyed things. Both had hardons pushing out their shorts. Neither spoke good English. But when my wife looked at them both, beckoned them with two fingers that she stuck straight in her pussy, they knew what creampie eatout she wanted. They leapt out of the deckchairs, shouting to Paul in French. By the time they got to Debbie she was back on all fours pulling her arse cheeks apart for them. From then on it was just fucking. I don't believe all the stories that go through exactly who did what in what order. What do these husbands do? Take notes. I don't remember whose fucked Debbie's arse first, or who was the first to come in her mouth. But I do know that they all did that creampie eatout.