Sharmila was so soft and warm, and moist all over from their combined sex-sweat. Hanif bent over her and kissed down her tummy, trailing his tongue over her sometimes, and tasting her. “Oh, my sona Kakima, you’re so beautiful,” he breathed as he played his lips over her.
At his age Hanif was easily excited again and his prick which had never gone completely down, now lengthened up his flat tummy again as he felt her, tasted her, smelt her.
For the moment Sharmila was too wiped out to do much. She lay there and let the boy do what he wanted. She reached down and toyed with his sweaty hair as he played his lips over her. She smiled like a cat that had gotten the cream and gazed down at the naked kid. She was amused to see his little cock boning up again as he explored her. He was licking around her belly button now, and dipping his tongue into it, making her giggle with a thrill. The boy didn’t stop there. He was headed back down, over her soft rounded pubes nosing out her gaping cunt. He got to it and kissed her clitty bud and suckled at it, very gently then moved lower, pressing his fevered lips to her wrinkled cunt lips.
“Ooooh! It’s so sweet!” Hanif said, in a half-squeal. “I love it, honey. I love you all over. I-I…” His tongue lapped over her folds like he was licking an ice-cream cone. “I love to taste you, Kakima ! I want to taste all of you, all of you! Are ya gonna do it? I want you to so much! I want your piss… Oh fuck! Your real piss!” He pointed his tongue and licked her piss- hole, probing it and pleading for what it could squirt for him.
Sharmila Chowdhury, the great Bengalee singer became amazed at the kid’s enthusiasm. He sounded like a little boy begging for a cookie or a new toy. “Do you have any idea what a nasty boy you are?” She laughed, stroking her long fingers through his dark hair affectionately.
“I know,” Hanif said in a near whisper, “I’m a nasty, horny little boy. I sucked your sweet asshole Kakima and your cunt. I’ve let my mother do it… let her pee in my mouth, but I’ll bet yours would be much nicer. Please?” he murmured in between laps at her cunt. He moved a little lower and pushed his tongue into her cunt-hole. He sucked out some of her pussy-slime.
Sharmila sucked in her breath. She was responding to the child’s horny enthusiasm. She felt their roles reversing and she knew the boy wanted her to dominate him now. And she wanted to do that, too. She wanted to see him kneeling in front of her, eating her cunt and taking her golden urine into his dirty little mouth. She clutched at his hair and pulled him away from her.
“Get on the floor on your knees, you dirty little boy”, Sharmila said, pointing to the rug beside the bed. Hanif eagerly scrambled down and fell to his knees. His little slick cock wagged in front of him. He was smiling broadly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He gazed up at her as she swung her legs out and propped herself up on her elbows. She pushed her crotch right up at the boy’s beaming face.
The kid leaned in sniffing and filling his lungs with the scent of pussy. He bent forward, extending his pink tongue and began to lap at her folds. Then he dug in and licked into her and up over her vibrating clit. He wormed his tongue all over her tingling cunt, stopping to kiss at her piss-hole.