Yvette starts to writhe and gasp, acting out an extreme orgasm. She strokes the can quickly and then grabs the tip and sprays rhythmic wads of cream into her mistress' mouth and over her face. Martha grunts and moans from the creamy bath and your unrelenting screwing, tensing up and collapsing from wave and wave of orgasms. Somehow, you manage to keep pounding, even as the two women deeply kiss in afterglow.
"That was almost a perfect meal, Yvette," Martha coos, touching her maid's sweaty face tenderly.
Yvette plays at being exasperated. "Almost?! What more could Madame possible need?"
Martha looks over at you. "I know what's missing from the desert..."
She dismounts from you and slides to the floor, her maid following suit. Martha grabs the pan of pudding and brings it near your pulsating member.
"This has just the flavor to complete everything."
And she scoops the warm desert onto your cock and nibbles it off. She then holds your penis for Yvette, who takes it all into her mouth, slowing withdrawing it with a loud sucking sound.
The maid makes an uncertain face. "I'm not sure I can tell yet..." she chirps, then dives back onto your cock.
"We just need a different kind of 'cream' to finish this off..." Martha asserts, giving your balls a pat -- then ducking her head down to take them into her mouth.
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