Whimpering and moaning above her young lover, Sunita felt like a callow teenager herself, experiencing sex for the first time. The lad was much, much better than she had dared hope. She gasped and bit her lower lip as his huge cock reared up into her cunt, piercing deep, singeing her cunt-flesh, stretching her cunt wide, probing the innermost recesses of her cunt so that she felt like she was being impaled, like his cock would rip her in two and burst out of her throat.
On and on he went, grunting heavily, his hands tight on her breasts and then she felt him take in several deep long breaths and slow himself. She moaned softly, dizzying with lust, and marvelled yet again at her young lover’s prowess and stamina. She couldn’t believe he was still going strong.
“I want to fuck you from behind again,” he said, his voice ragged.
She obeyed at once, slipping off his cock with a thick moan. He got up to kneel behind her, but she stopped him.
“Not like this,” she murmured.
He looked at her puzzled. Gently, she pushed him back onto his knees with his buttocks resting on his heels, his thighs spread wide. His cock stood out, rampant and proud.
“That’s better …,” she whispered, kissing him, her tongue sliding sexily in and out of his mouth. “Now just wait there …”
She turned around and, spreading her own legs wide, moved her hips back over his lap. Reaching down, she guided his cock to her cunt and then pushed her cunt back down onto his cock with a loud moan.
“OHHHHH yes!” she gasped, her head arching up.
She backed her cunt further and further down onto his cock. Behind her, he groaned loudly at the fierce hot convulsions of her cunt on his throbbing cock. His hands dug into the soft flesh of her hips. With his cock fully inside her, she paused and turned her face over her shoulder, her mouth open, seeking his. He kissed her hard, pushing his tongue into her mouth, letting her suck on it. His hands squeezed her swollen, turgid breasts.
“Now wait,” she whispered. “Don’t move till I tell you to … let me do the work first …”
He obeyed and, with a shuddering groan, squeezing her cunt tightly over his cock, she leaned forward, her arms outstretched, slender fingers steepled on the floor. Pausing for a second, she reached up and flipped open the door of the tall wooden cabinet before her, swaying slightly to let it open fully. He gasped. The inside door of the cupboard was a full-length mirror. Over her shoulder, he could see their reflections fully, the expression of raw lust on her face, her breasts jiggling and bouncing, her mangalsutra dancing and tossing on her dusky skin. The sight inflamed him even further. He wanted to take charge and fuck her wildly, but she wouldn’t let him. She kept moving herself back and forth on his cock. Her moans were loud and obscene.
“OHHHHH uhhh YES Oh fuck yes, Vinod yes! C’mon! Fuck me yes oh god yes fuck me ohh fuck yes oh yes!”
“AHHHHH uhhh yes! Take it!” he gasped as her cunt spasmed violently on his cock, flinging his head back. “Take my cock, you whore!”