"Wha-what about..." Michael stammered, unable to tear his eyes from Susan's pussy.

"He's still in bed," Krista replied. "Can you spare us a couple of minutes to help make our morning perfect?"

"Hell, yes," Michael said after an initial hesitation, stepping onto the porch and unzipping his shorts as he stepped up next to Susan, extracting a thick black cock which he fisted in her face.

"Oh, my, isn't that nice," Susan said, leaning over and running her tongue around the head of his cock before wrapping her lips around it, moaning when she felt Krista's mouth on her pussy again, taking more and more of Michael's cock into her...