Donna Allen - Naughty willing family

"Shut up!" Pam whispered.

Ray moved up on her body and positioned his cockhead inside her cunt flaps.

She thought about what he'd said, and a feeling of utter peace filled her. She knew he wasn't proposing. Not yet. But she knew they'd be seeing a lot of each other and if it went well he just might propose some day.

Now he moved one hand around to her asshole and drilled a fingertip up her shitter. She cried out when he sank his cock inside her cunt and finger-fucked her asshole simultaneously.

"Oh, God, that's wonderful!" she sobbed. "Oh, God, you're making me so hot! You're making me come!"

Her cunt spasmed and convulsed over his dick, but he controlled his own orgasm. Richard and Pam moved closer to them and Pam caressed her tits and face as her orgasm engulfed her.

Richard moved in on her boobs and sucked in a mouthful of her tit-flesh. She held his mouth firmly against her, her pussy aflame at the feel of Ray's prong pistoning in and out of her contracting cunthole.

Suddenly Pam squealed and rose up, dashing out of the room in the direction of the kitchen. When she returned, she had a dish in her hand. She knelt down next to Betty and whispered something to Ray. He laughed and whipped his prick out of her cunt.

"Go on," he said to Betty. "It'll be my dessert."

Now Pam crouched down over her cunt and dribbled something warm over her pussylips. The aroma of hot fudge permeated the room and Betty realized that this was Pam's surprise dessert. Hot fudge!

But Pam wasn't through. She slid a spoonful of whipped cream over the hot fudge and then moved away and repeated the procedure on Richard's prick.

But Betty was no longer paying attention to Richard and Pam. She smiled down at Ray as he settled between her thighs and lowered his face to her snatch.

"All my favorite things," he said, lapping his tongue up and down her slit. "Pussy ala mode, with hot fudge and whipped cream instead of ice cream."

"Next time we can use ice cream," Betty giggled, arching her back and gasping when his tongue teased her clit.

"Is tomorrow night too soon?" he said, licking up the last drop of cream. "At your place? Just the two of us?"

"It's a date," she smiled. "And what's your favorite flavor of ice cream?"

"I love it all," he chuckled, starting to lick up the hot fudge. "But if you can find pussy flavored ice cream, I'll love you forever."