Who Could Resist Dr. Marti? (Part 5)

I opened the butter cream for increased lubrication and applied some to my aching cock and to my fingers, working them against one another.

 The mess was intense as saliva, her pussy juices, the cream and the oil all seemed to mix and flow everywhere. 

Puddles of the concoction had formed and collected on the base of the bed already as I readied to join my ring finger with the other two invading digits into her bowel depths. 

The scene smelled of sex and cocoa butter. She was nice and lubed at this point, from what I could tell. My fingers were sliding in and out of her with greater ease now and her breathing was deeper now and less strained.

 I watched her asshole accept my fingers now with welcomed delight as they slipped unrestrained past her outer ring and into her swelling cylinder.

“Wow, this stuff is slippery!”

“Good. I’m just about there,” Marti cooed.

“I’ve been there for quite some time,” I whispered, as Marti turned t