Mr Creampie And Marie-x – Mff Marie Gets Fucked On The Rug – At Home With The Creampies 5 Min

Title: “A Serving of Cream Pies and Marie X”

It was a quintessentially British afternoon, grey and drizzly, the perfect backdrop for a bit of indoor indulgence. In a cosy flat in London, Mr. Creampie was entertaining a couple of his favourite playmates, the luscious and stacked Marie X and her blonde bombshell friend.

Marie X, with her full, pillowy lips and raven hair cascading over her creamy shoulders, looked positively delectable in her lacy black negligee. Her companion was equally alluring, her pert breasts barely contained by a red silk robe. They lounged on the plush rug, sipping champagne, giggling and flirting with their dashing host.

Mr. Creampie, clad in nothing but a pair of tight-fitting trunks, prowled the room like a predator, his eyes roaming over the two temptresses. He was a man of a certain age, silver-haired but trim and in fine form. One look at him made it clear that this was not his first rodeo.

“Ladies,” he purred, settling down on the rug between them, “I hope you’re hungry. I’ve got quite the feast planned.”

Marie X’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in close, tracing a finger down Mr. Creampie’s chest. “Oh, I’m famished,” she breathed, her voice dripping with innuendo.

And so the languid coupling began. Mr. Creampie indulged in a prolonged passionate kiss with Marie X, their tongues entwined as they explored each other’s mouths. Meanwhile, her friend showered him with soft kisses along his jawline and neck, her delicate hands roving over his muscles.

The two women took turns worshipping Mr. Creampie’s impressive manhood. They lavished it with long, slow licks, flicked their tongues playfully over the tip, and took turns engulfing it in their hot, wet mouths. Mr. Creampie moaned in appreciation, his head thrown back in ecstasy as he savoured their ministrations.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he encouraged them huskily. “Such good girls, taking my cock so well.”

Marie X responded with a hum, the vibrations travel deliciously along his shaft. Her friend pouted prettily at being temporarily neglected, until Marie took her hand and guided it to Mr. Creampie’s heavy balls. She showed her how to massage them gently, rewarding her with a sensual kiss that soon turned heated.

Mr. Creampie watched them with hooded eyes, relishing the sight of the two gorgeous women pleasuring each other. When he could take no more of their teasing, he grab Marie’s hips and flipped her onto her back on the plush carpet, settling himself between her spread thighs with a wicked grin.

“Time for the main course,” he growled.

He teased her, rubbing the head of his throbbing cock against her slick entrance while his friend nibbled and sucked at her pert nipples. Marie writhed beneath him, begging for more, but Mr. Creampie kept her on the edge, controlling the pace, in no hurry.

Finally, with a low groan, he thrust deep inside her welcoming heat. Marie X cried out, her hands flying to his shoulders, nails digging in as she surrendered to the powerful sensations. Mr. Creampie set a relentless rhythm, pounding into her, his pelvis grinding against her sensitive nub.

“Oh god, yes!” Marie X wailed, her head thrashing from side to side. “Harder, fuck me harder!”

Her friend moved to straddle Marie’s face, craving some attention of her own. Marie needed no further encouragement, her tongue delving deep into the blonde’s dripping folds. The woman arched her back, grinding against Marie’s eager mouth as she watched Mr. Creampie slam into her friend mercilessly, his thick cock disappearing again and again into her clinging heat.

The room filled with the sounds of their coupling – the wet slap of flesh on flesh, the creak of the rug, their moans and cries of pleasure. Mr. Creampie felt his cock throb and pulse as his orgasm approached, every clench of Marie’s velvety walls pushing him closer to the edge.

With a final powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her and stilled, his climax rocketing through him. He groaned her name between gritted teeth as he spilled himself deep, painting her womb with his hot seed.

Marie X shuddered and mewled as she felt the warmth flood her core, the sensation triggering her own release. Her muscles fluttered and clamped around Mr. Creampie’s still-pulsing cock as she came hard, her juices gushing out to mix with his offering.

“My my,” Mr. Creampie panted after a few moments, “what a mouth-watering dessert that was.”

Marie X and her friend collapsed on either side of him, all three glistening and spent. They lay there, catching their breath, savouring the lingering tingles of their passionate interlude.

It was a scene primed for a repeat performance – and with the stamina and appetite demonstrated by the participants, one suspects there was plenty more to come from this creamy piece of afternoon delight.