“Yes! Ohfuckyes!” he gasped. “Yes … uhhh yes uhh c’mon, whore, c’mon! Suck harder, whore, suck harder!” scarcely believing what he saying and to whom.
On and on she went, her hunger and lust evident, insatiable. His loins were bursting with heat and he groaned thickly, in imminent danger of losing control. With all her experience, Sunita sensed it at once and immediately stopped, moving her head back, gently jerking his cock in one fist.
“Don’t come,” she murmured. “Don’t you dare cum yet! C’mon! Take a deep breath! Yes … that’s good … you can cum in my mouth later, not now.” She looked up at him, her eyes glittering with lust, smiling lasciviously.
She moved onto her back on the floor, drawing him down with her, over her, holding his head in his hands, kissing him hard, her tongue probing his mouth. He could taste himself on her. Her breasts were turgid under his chest, her stiff nipples raking his skin. The hard mangalsutra scraped his flesh.
“My cunt’s burning,” she murmured. “Lick me. Show me how well you can lick a woman’s cunt.”
Vinod’s excitement flared again. He moved his face lower, sweeping his tongue over her long nipples, nibbling them sharply. She gasped, arching and he sucked on the small mounds, taking them deep in his mouth. Sunita groaned, her fingers clenching his hair. Sucking one breast, he squeezed the other, twirling her rigid nipple in forefinger and thumb, rubbing her mangalsutra over it. She whimpered, her face turning to one side, her hips writhing under his.
“Lick me,” she groaned. “Lick my slit, Vinod! Hurry!”
The youth grinned to himself, his confidence increasing. This was terrific. She was incredible. What did it matter that she was his best friend’s mother? He moved his head lower, over her flat belly, loving the taut smoothness of her dusky skin, unblemished and hairless. He swept his tongue through her navel, moved lower, nuzzling the damp fuzz between her slender thighs. The heady aroma of her cunt filled his nostrils. Her legs were splayed wide, her cunt-lips open, visibly wet. He looked at it hungrily. She moved her hands down to her crotch, pulling them open even wider.
“Put it in,” she gasped. “Put your tongue into my cunt, Vinod! Lick it!”
Slowly, tenderly, gently, he dragged his tongue through her crack. The effect on her was electric. She gasped sharply, her body whipping up in a steep bow, her head arching back, her mouth in a wide O. He moved his tongue up and down her slit again, savouring the musky cunt-nectar, lapping at it. She whimpered, biting her lower lip sexily, her hands clenching his hair.
“Yes! Ohma uhhhhhhh yes! Oh god yes!” she moaned. “Oh Vinod! Uhhhh hanh … uhhh yes!”
Now his tongue was working her cunt busily, flickering up and down, round and round, jabbing tantalisingly at her swollen clit and whipping it to and fro, laving her cunt-lips. Sunita’s moans were loud, incessant, lewd. Her hips writhed under his face, jerking up and down. Her head flipped from side to side in an agony of joy as the heat built in her loins and flamed through her slender body.