18-06-2019, 04:02 PM
"Later," he gasped. "Not now. Later, maybe."
Anuja did not reply, just took his cock deep in her mouth again and sucked it rapidly, her head rocking swiftly back and forth between his thighs.
Jayant groaned as he fucked her face, his head arched, his hands moving her head, his hips pumping.
He dropped his head and looked down at her and then at their reflections in the full-length dressing table mirror. The sight was undeniably erotic.
Anuja on her knees, her pretty face distended with the size of his cock, her head moving back and forth, her ringed fingers pumping his shaft, her heavy breasts wobbling with her motions, the gold chain glinting on her tawny skin, her small nose-stud gleaming, her naked buttocks resting on her heels.
Her head rolled from side to side as she licked and sucked his cock from every angle. Pre-cum gunk spurted from his cock-head and she opened her lips wide under his cock-head, letting him see his jizz sputter into her mouth.
She swallowed it lasciviously, caressed her face, her cheeks and lips sticky and slimy with his tangy, heady gunk.
At last, he pushed her head away and she rose slowly, licking his torso wantonly, sucking his nipples till she was on her feet and in his arms.
They kissed fiercely and she ground her crotch against his, her hands working his cock-shaft, pressing it to her cunt-lips through the thin cloth of her bikini panties.
That he had not come in her mouth thrilled her; older men and more experienced had succumbed far sooner at far less. Evidently, Anuja's cousin was no novice.
She wondered who his mentor might be -- his obvious skill could only have come with experience. Anuja reasoned that it had to be an older woman, one capable of guiding and instructing a virile, handsome youth in the art of sex.
His hands roamed her body, sliding from her shoulders to her breasts, down her back to her buttocks. She groaned as his fingers dug into the cleft between the smoothly curved lobes.
Slowly, she turned around in his arms, her back to him, facing the mirror. His hands slid up her torso, lifted and weighed and cupped her heavy breasts. He smiled at her reflection. She tilted her face back and he nuzzled the nape of her neck, tongued her ear.
"You really like my tits?" she murmured.
"Mm. Very much."
"I like it when you squeeze them."
"They're lovely."
His throbbing erection pressed to her buttocks and, reaching behind, she moved it to the cleft between them.
"God, I love your cock," she murmured, turning her face over her shoulder as he nuzzled the nape of her neck, his lips hot on her flesh. "You know what?"
"What?'
"I really want ..."
"What?"
"I really want your cock in my butt. I love being fucked in the
ass."
"I like fucking ass."
"Will you do it? Please?"
"Later," he said.
"Promise?"
"Yes. Now I want to lick your slit. You like that?"
She smiled at him in the mirror, her dark eyes flashing. "I just love being fucked, Jayant ... fuck me any way you like ... just fuck me ..."
He smiled and his hands slid down from her breasts to her bikini panties, his fingers crawling into the long, narrow triangle of cloth covering her cunt-lips.
His fingertips brushed her downy pubic hair and he pushed the cloth and twirled it into a single thick strand that ran down her slit. Now her cunt was fully exposed.
Her cunt-lips were dripping wet. He pulled them open gently and she gasped, writhing against him. Slowly, he slid a finger into her cunt. It was hot and wet and tight and she groaned, her hips twitching.
They stumbled to the bed and Anuja lay on her back across its width with her hips at the edge, her legs spread wide, her feet on the floor.
Jayant knelt on the floor and bending over her, kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, his hands on her breasts.
Her nipples were stiff and hard in his fingers. She sucked his tongue, her hands caressing his body, sliding down to his crotch.
"Fuck me," she gasped as he broke the kiss. "Jayant ... fuck me!"
She was unbelievably sexy. Jayant was tempted to ram his cock into her flesh and fuck her furiously. But he had to show that he was man enough to satisfy her, and the obvious power of her sex-drive spurred him to prove himself.
He moved his lips and tongue down her neck, nuzzling the hollow in her throat. She looked lovely, and the dark spots on her face and the side of her neck were enticing.
Lower he moved, his tongue and lips hovering over her breasts and she gasped as he flicked first one nipple and then the other rapidly and sharply with his tongue. Her back arched and bowed and he opened his mouth and sucked on one gorged mound, crushing the other in his fingers.
Anuja whimpered, clenching his head. He scbangd her rigid nipple across his teeth and gums and the roof of his mouth, whipped it with his tongue. She writhed eagerly. He moved to the other breast and then, squeezing both large mounds together, sucked them simultaneously.
"Oh yes!" she gasped. "Oh god yes!"
Tiny flames of lust leaped through her body. Jayant kept at it mercilessly and quickly squeezed two fingers into her cunt and began masturbating her.
Anuja gasped and cried out, her face twisting in an agony of lust, her head jerking to one side, her hips heaving under his hand as he finger-fucked her rapidly. Her orgasm loomed.
Suddenly, he stopped sucking her breasts and finger-fucking her and, kneeling on the floor, bending low, thrust his face into her crotch. Anuja cried out.
Jayant spread the cloth of the bikini panties wide, covering her slit and, opening his mouth, pressed his face to her slit. Anuja groaned softly.
She could feel his hot breath in her cunt and his tongue pressed delicately inward, pushing the cloth into her slit, rubbing over her clitoris. She arched her back and clawed her cunt-lips open, her fingers rigid with tension.
"Jayant ... oh fuck yes, Jayant, yes ... c'mon ... tongue-fuck me ... do it!"
Slowly, her cousin brought the edges of the bikini panties together into a single strand and gently moved it aside.
Her cunt-lips were distended in her fingers, soft hair curling around their edges.
Anuja did not reply, just took his cock deep in her mouth again and sucked it rapidly, her head rocking swiftly back and forth between his thighs.
Jayant groaned as he fucked her face, his head arched, his hands moving her head, his hips pumping.
He dropped his head and looked down at her and then at their reflections in the full-length dressing table mirror. The sight was undeniably erotic.
Anuja on her knees, her pretty face distended with the size of his cock, her head moving back and forth, her ringed fingers pumping his shaft, her heavy breasts wobbling with her motions, the gold chain glinting on her tawny skin, her small nose-stud gleaming, her naked buttocks resting on her heels.
Her head rolled from side to side as she licked and sucked his cock from every angle. Pre-cum gunk spurted from his cock-head and she opened her lips wide under his cock-head, letting him see his jizz sputter into her mouth.
She swallowed it lasciviously, caressed her face, her cheeks and lips sticky and slimy with his tangy, heady gunk.
At last, he pushed her head away and she rose slowly, licking his torso wantonly, sucking his nipples till she was on her feet and in his arms.
They kissed fiercely and she ground her crotch against his, her hands working his cock-shaft, pressing it to her cunt-lips through the thin cloth of her bikini panties.
That he had not come in her mouth thrilled her; older men and more experienced had succumbed far sooner at far less. Evidently, Anuja's cousin was no novice.
She wondered who his mentor might be -- his obvious skill could only have come with experience. Anuja reasoned that it had to be an older woman, one capable of guiding and instructing a virile, handsome youth in the art of sex.
His hands roamed her body, sliding from her shoulders to her breasts, down her back to her buttocks. She groaned as his fingers dug into the cleft between the smoothly curved lobes.
Slowly, she turned around in his arms, her back to him, facing the mirror. His hands slid up her torso, lifted and weighed and cupped her heavy breasts. He smiled at her reflection. She tilted her face back and he nuzzled the nape of her neck, tongued her ear.
"You really like my tits?" she murmured.
"Mm. Very much."
"I like it when you squeeze them."
"They're lovely."
His throbbing erection pressed to her buttocks and, reaching behind, she moved it to the cleft between them.
"God, I love your cock," she murmured, turning her face over her shoulder as he nuzzled the nape of her neck, his lips hot on her flesh. "You know what?"
"What?'
"I really want ..."
"What?"
"I really want your cock in my butt. I love being fucked in the
ass."
"I like fucking ass."
"Will you do it? Please?"
"Later," he said.
"Promise?"
"Yes. Now I want to lick your slit. You like that?"
She smiled at him in the mirror, her dark eyes flashing. "I just love being fucked, Jayant ... fuck me any way you like ... just fuck me ..."
He smiled and his hands slid down from her breasts to her bikini panties, his fingers crawling into the long, narrow triangle of cloth covering her cunt-lips.
His fingertips brushed her downy pubic hair and he pushed the cloth and twirled it into a single thick strand that ran down her slit. Now her cunt was fully exposed.
Her cunt-lips were dripping wet. He pulled them open gently and she gasped, writhing against him. Slowly, he slid a finger into her cunt. It was hot and wet and tight and she groaned, her hips twitching.
They stumbled to the bed and Anuja lay on her back across its width with her hips at the edge, her legs spread wide, her feet on the floor.
Jayant knelt on the floor and bending over her, kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, his hands on her breasts.
Her nipples were stiff and hard in his fingers. She sucked his tongue, her hands caressing his body, sliding down to his crotch.
"Fuck me," she gasped as he broke the kiss. "Jayant ... fuck me!"
She was unbelievably sexy. Jayant was tempted to ram his cock into her flesh and fuck her furiously. But he had to show that he was man enough to satisfy her, and the obvious power of her sex-drive spurred him to prove himself.
He moved his lips and tongue down her neck, nuzzling the hollow in her throat. She looked lovely, and the dark spots on her face and the side of her neck were enticing.
Lower he moved, his tongue and lips hovering over her breasts and she gasped as he flicked first one nipple and then the other rapidly and sharply with his tongue. Her back arched and bowed and he opened his mouth and sucked on one gorged mound, crushing the other in his fingers.
Anuja whimpered, clenching his head. He scbangd her rigid nipple across his teeth and gums and the roof of his mouth, whipped it with his tongue. She writhed eagerly. He moved to the other breast and then, squeezing both large mounds together, sucked them simultaneously.
"Oh yes!" she gasped. "Oh god yes!"
Tiny flames of lust leaped through her body. Jayant kept at it mercilessly and quickly squeezed two fingers into her cunt and began masturbating her.
Anuja gasped and cried out, her face twisting in an agony of lust, her head jerking to one side, her hips heaving under his hand as he finger-fucked her rapidly. Her orgasm loomed.
Suddenly, he stopped sucking her breasts and finger-fucking her and, kneeling on the floor, bending low, thrust his face into her crotch. Anuja cried out.
Jayant spread the cloth of the bikini panties wide, covering her slit and, opening his mouth, pressed his face to her slit. Anuja groaned softly.
She could feel his hot breath in her cunt and his tongue pressed delicately inward, pushing the cloth into her slit, rubbing over her clitoris. She arched her back and clawed her cunt-lips open, her fingers rigid with tension.
"Jayant ... oh fuck yes, Jayant, yes ... c'mon ... tongue-fuck me ... do it!"
Slowly, her cousin brought the edges of the bikini panties together into a single strand and gently moved it aside.
Her cunt-lips were distended in her fingers, soft hair curling around their edges.
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