Chapter 2: Hard Times

“OHHHHHHHHHHH SHANKAR ... UHHHHH ... OHH uhhhh hanh uhh ohh uhhhh oh ma uhhh ohhhh uhhhh ahhhhh uhhhh Shankar! OH MA UHH Shankar! UHH hanh UHHH hanh UHH AHH OHHH ... fuck me! Fuck me, Shankar! Lele... lele mujhe... hanh!” Shirlyn gasped, writhing ecstatically.

“C’mon ... c’mon, whore ... c’mon ... take it ... take my cock, bitch... chul rundi chul... lele... le mere lund ko... hanh uhhh ohhhh uhhh hanh uhhh ahh-uhh-ahh-uhh-ahh-uhh-ahhh-uhhh hanh uhhhh chul saali rahnd CHUL!... lele... le mere lavde ko aur bol - accha lagta hai na rundi? Don’t it feel good, whore! Bol saali rahnd BOL! Tell me! Tell me it feels good, whore! Say it!”

“Yes, Shankar, yes... hanh ... uhhhh hanh uhh... bahut accha lagta hai... hanh uhh ... oh yes ... oh god yes ... it feels so good, Shankar! Ohh uhh ohma uhh yes ... c’mon ... fuck me! Fuck me harder, baby! Fuck my cunt! Hanh uhh ahhhh uhh ohma uhhh hanh uhh OHHHHH!” she cried in reply.

Above her, ramming and reaming his cock in and out of her juicy, dripping cunt, Shankar, Shirlyn’s lover and manservant, grunted his pleasure. He plunged his penis deeper into her flesh and chuckled as she cried out in shock and delight. She gasped and panted loudly, her pretty face turned hard to one side, tendons standing out in her lovely neck. Her lips were parted, her eyes were shut and her breath was and ragged. Shankar unflexed his buttocks, drew his slowly cock out of her, then drove in again with a savage, spiralling thrust, grinding his hips round and round, churning her cunt-flesh with his heavy pestle-cock, mashing her clitoris, probing the innermost recesses of her cram. Shirlyn’s back cambered violently and she screamed, her mouth tearing open in yet another ululating love call. Her perfect teeth glistened as her luscious lips, shining with the stickiness of his gunk, drew back in a rictus of unbridled lust. Shankar chuckled and drew out and rammed in yet again, even harder.

It was a hot midsummer day and the rickety ceiling fan of her bedroom refused to go any faster. Their bodies streamed with sweat. This was Shirlyn’s most erotic fantasy realised. Just she and the servant, alone at home, fucking furiously, no one to bother them. It was wonderful, absolutely heavenly, being fucked like this by her servant, with no one to disturb them and more than enough time so that he could take her again and again and again. She never seemed to tire of it, no matter how hard he took her, or how often.

She lay on her back on her bed, her legs spread wide, her knees bent. Now Shankar slowed his pace, drawing it out to heighten her pleasure and she whimpered, her body arching and twisting and writhing ecstatically beneath him. Her feet were drawn up high, her ankles locked behind his small, taut buttocks and she dug her fingers into the bulge of his biceps as he moved his cock with measured strokes in and out of her body.

He was bent over her on his hands and knees, the muscles in his deep chest cording and standing out with the strain. His buttocks bobbed and rocked up and down steadily between her splayed thighs. As his penis slid in and out of her cunt, her hips bucked rhythmically beneath him in a union of ecstasy. Her cunt was sodden with lust-juice and his cock squelched audibly as it stroked in and out, the sound drowned only by the loudness of their love-cries. His cock was large, over eight inches long and correspondingly thick, rock-hard and burning hot. It throbbed powerfully in her spasming cunt. His balls were big and heavy and low. He smelled dank and sexy.

He took a deep breath, slid deep into her, swung his hips in a gentle circle, mashing her cunt-flesh and making her gasp in joy as his penis probed the deepest recesses of her cunt. Abruptly, he pulled up and hammered down hard into her, hitting a savage, driving rhythm, ramming and reaming furiously into her. Shirlyn cried out loudly, her body jerking onto the small of her back with his punishing thrusts, her feet rising up his slippery back. Faster and faster he went, hammering in and out, ram-fucking her cunt, his buttocks flexing and unflexing powerfully, his cock pistoning savagely into her.

“Yes yes Ohhhh yes Ohhh uhhh hanh uhhh uhh hanh uh Shankar hanh... chodh mujhe... jorse chodh ... fuck me hard UHHHH OHH uhhh ohhhh uhh OHHhh uhhh OH uhh Ohma uhh Ohma uhh Oh uhh OHH uhh OH uhhh OHmaOHmaOHmaOHmaUHHHHHOHHHHHH!”

“Le... le rundi le... le mere lund ko ... take my cock, whore ... take it! UNNGHHHHHHHH hanh uhhhhhhhh UHH OHHHhhhh UNHHHhh OHHHHhhhh unhhhhhh Hanh-hanh-hanh-hanh uhh aHHH uhh yeh ... take it ... take it, whore! Take it all!” he responded.

Her body was flushed, fiery with lust. Her breasts were swollen turgid, the nipples nut-hard as rivers of molten lust-heat rippled through her. She rolled her breasts hard under the heels of her palms and groaned, her slender, tall neck craned back, her mouth parted in a wide ‘O’ of unbridled bliss on.

The effulgence of bliss on her lovely face was intensely erotic. He was her first lover and, as she often said, special for that reason, and because his fucking was so exceptionally good. As he gasped and groaned and cried out, he mouthed obscenities, calling her whore and bitch and cunt and the memory of that first fuck together spurred him. She cried out thinly, her body twisting and contorting in a paroxysm of delight beneath him as he reamed his cock deep into her. She loved this kind of fucking, with him treating her as he might a gutter whore, calling her names, and she responded eagerly, bucking and heaving under him, crying out her ecstasy.

She was eighteen when he first fucked her, and already she was a sexy woman in the bloom of youth. She had a lovely oval face with a pointed chin, a slim, straight nose and slightly flared nostrils, small, cutely stuck-out ears. Her face was narrow so that, from some angles, it looked like her cheeks were plump, but even that was really cute. Her cheekbones were high. Her eyes were lovely, large, brown, full of magic. Her lips were light and full and her teeth were white and strong and even, the left incisor slightly chipped, an attractive irregularity. She had a dazzling laugh that sparkled in her eyes. She was vivacious and full of bounce and drew people to her naturally. She could have charmed the pants off the devil himself.

Her skin was like gold, smooth and clear, firm as a grape, without a trace of the body hair he so disliked in the women he fucked. Her hair was dark and tumbled about her shoulders or flounced in a sexy pony tail or was coiled up neatly high on the back of her head. Her neck was superb, an exceptionally long, slender, graceful column under her firm, pointed chin. Her arms and legs were nicely turned and slim, with attractive ankles and wrists and slim fingers and toes, beautifully shaped and arched. Her breasts jutted out, full and ripe and high, like succulent fruit. Her belly was firm and flat.

He only really noticed her recently, and it was obvious that she fancied him and wanted him to notice her. She tormented and teased him, giving him fleeting glimpses of her bare, firm belly, her legs up to the thigh, her deep cleavage, the swell of her breasts. Whatever she wore, a sari with a blouse, a dress, a churidar and kurta, the neck was always cut low, so close, so near, he could see the beginning of her cleavage, drawing his eyes down, down where the sexy gold chain around her neck disappeared. And those glasses she wore, with the black thread, the rims a delicate burgundy gold that made her eyes look richer and livelier and sexier, especially with the kajal augmenting their inner fire. She wore T-shirts that clung to her curves and kurtas with low necks and open-necked blouses with just one button too many left open, saris slung provocatively with deep scoop-necked blouses from which her breasts swelled.

What he wanted, what he wanted was to pull the clothes off her, to squeeze her breasts, get her to open her legs, to shove his dick into her cunt, to fuck her and fuck her and fuck her.

She exuded a raw sexuality that was impossible to ignore. Her face, her body, her walk, her speech, her look - all seemed an open invitation for men - and him in particular - to take their pleasure with her body. But he hesitated. He was banging her elder sister, Sheila, and didn’t know how she might respond to the knowledge that he was also humping the younger sibling. But Shirlyn didn’t let up. She teased him without respite, eyeing him openly, bending too low when he was in front of her so that her blouse or shirt dropped open and gave him an unimpeded view of her breasts. He was a randy twenty-three, good-looking, hard-bodied and thick cocked, with a fair amount of sexual experience, and his hunger got the better of him.

For Shirlyn, the waiting was torture, too. Now that she had Sheila’s blessings, she knew she could have him whenever she wanted. But she took her elder and more experienced sister’s advice seriously and played the game for all it was worth. The effects were visible: she saw the hot lust in Shankar’s eyes, the way he raked her body, stripping her in his mind, fucking her, and she stifled the hot lust in her loins, but only just. To have such a sexy man so close by was almost more than she could bear. She wanted to fling herself at him, feel his cock in her fingers, kiss it, lick it, suck it, have him thrust it into her cunt, her anus, squeeze it between her breasts, wanted to feel the sticky warmth of it on her face and in her mouth and cunt and ass. She watched him constantly, drinking in the sexy beauty of his body, the thrilling rippling of his muscles as he went about his chores. She loved the sight of his dark, hard body, the cleaved chest, the small, hard nipples, the belly like a slab of rock, the bulging biceps. Her gaze lingering longingly on the bulge between his thighs and she often wondered what his cock would be like, and when she would give herself the chance to see it, suck it, have it thrust inside her. He filled her thoughts, and she tried to fulfil her desire for him by masturbating even more. When she could, she watched her sister fucking the men in the house, including Shankar, and these times were the worst, for she wanted it to be her with them, taking their cocks in her mouth and cunt and between her breasts and in her anus, taking them all, one by one and even two or three together. Still she waited and the tension grew and grew.

When, passing in the corridor, their hands brushed, she thrilled with electric excitement. She tried to get as close to him as possible at every opportunity. She would wait till he was in a helpless position, his arms full of some heavy object, stranded in a narrow corridor. Then she would move forward, they would both hesitate, try and make room for each other to pass. Finally, she would squeeze past him. When her breasts and thighs were against his sides or arms or buttocks, she pressed closer and waited for a fraction of a second more than was necessary, her body tingling with arousal, feeling the instantaneous hardening in his crotch, the throbbing of his cock against her flesh. She bit her lower lip prettily, denying herself the chance of thrusting her hands into his shorts.

The first time this happened, Shankar was too stunned to react. He knew she had pressed too close, and held herself there for too long for it to be a mere accident. He waited for her to do it again, but for several days, nothing happened although she had the chance. Then one day, she did it again quite unexpectedly, and, a few days later, yet again and he knew then that it was only a question of time. He throbbed with excitement. He knew she would be a fantastic piece of ass.

It happened sooner than he had hoped.

It was a hot summer afternoon. Shankar was alone at home. Shankar was about his chores, when he heard the door slam, and knew that Shirlyn was home. Her school started early now with exams round the corner, at half past seven in the morning, and she returned in the early afternoon. He knew her routine well by now. She would go into her bedroom and fling her school bag on her desk. Then she’s go into the bathroom, slamming the door, come out after a bit, go to the kitchen for a drink of water and lunch.

Shankar had his hands full when she came out of the toilet. He was standing in the corridor, packing a huge mound of linen into a cupboard on the wall. The shelves were high and he was on his toes, with his feet braced with against the opposite wall, his hands stretched up and across the narrow corridor to push the last of the sheets into the cupboard. He had been working for some time, and it was hot. He was stripped down to his shorts and his body glistened with sweat.

She stepped out of her bedroom and into the narrow passage. He looked at her over his shoulder. She seemed to be breathing hard, her lips were parted, her nostrils flared. Her eyes caught him, and he saw the sudden intake of her breath, a glitter in her eyes. She smiled quickly, hesitated and moved forward. He was between her and the kitchen. She had to pass by him.

She hadn’t changed out of her school tunic. It was a grey and white cotton ensemble, with a sash which she had taken off and six buttons down the front. She had opened three of the six. It was one of the old ones and was a shade too short and showed just a tad too much leg.

“Shall I go past?” she asked in a soft, sibilant and utterly sexy voice.

“Go,” he replied, tilting his head toward the kitchen.

She smiled and bent under his outstretched arms. As she ducked, her tunic lapels drooped and fell open and he bent his head and looked down into her garment and lovely cleavage. She had taken off her brassiere. She wore a gold necklace and he could see one entire breast and its nipple, and her belly below. He stifled a gasp.

She was in an equally exciting position. As she bent, her face was on level with his naked belly, his hard torso arched over her. The bulge between his thighs was tantalisingly close, scarce inches from her arm and hand. She looked at it sidelong and bit her lower lip in excitement. So near, so very near, and no one else around, and the waiting had gone on long enough. It had to be now.

She froze in place. So did he. He stared at her breasts, transfixed. She felt his eyes on them and grew aroused. He could see them swell, saw one nipple harden. His cock began to thicken and she sensed it, saw it, and her pulse raced. If she hadn’t made her move, he would probably have flung himself at her and raped her.

There was no need to. She was unable to contain herself. She stopped, turned and straightened between his outstretched arms. She was very close to him, her body almost touching his. Her vision was filled with the sight of his sprawling, deep chest, his hard belly, shining with sweat. She thought it incredibly sexy. Her hands rose and slid slowly up his belly to his chest, and she tilted her face up to his.

“Shankar,” she murmured softly.

It was all that he needed to hear. He settled on his feet, dropped his arms and held her waist. His eyes locked with hers. Her lovely lips fluttered, parted, her breath was warm and sweet on his face. Her perfect teeth shone. Her hands slid up over his chest to his shoulders. He bent his head toward hers.

The first touch was electrifying for both of them. His lips were warm and dry and firm, hers soft and moist, yielding. They met, parted, met again, parted, and met yet again, and there was no question of moving apart now. His tongue probed between her lips and she let it into her mouth, sucking on it. He drew her close and her body pressed to his. He could feel the warm prickle of her cuntfuzz through her tunic and knew that she had taken off her panties as well. His hands slid up and cupped her breasts. She stiffened in his arms and he could feel her nipples judder taut.

Oh god, she thought to herself, her mind in a whirl. It’s happening at last! Her hands tightened about his head, and their kiss deepened and now her tongue met his, communicating her hunger and eagerness. He squeezed her breasts gently, and marvelled at their size and weight and fullness and firmness. Her thigh pressed between his legs and she could feel the weight of his erection.

No words were needed. Her hands flew to the remaining buttons of her tunic, pulling it open. He slid his hands into it and cupped her breasts. They were warm and lovely and turgid to his touch. He squeezed them yet again, fondling them, rolling the nipples in the hard heels of his palms. She shuddered and the kiss broke and she arched her head, her lips parting as she gasped, her eyes fluttering shut. He pulled the tunic off her shoulders and it slid to the floor with a soft susurrus.

She was naked in his arms, and he thought he had never seen a lovelier woman. Her superb breasts sloped toward long nipples set in dark aureoles. Her belly was flat and firm, the waist nipped in like a wasp’s, and her hips flared to form a perfect cushion for a man’s thrusting loins, and then tapered to long, slender lovely legs. She wore her gold necklace, matching ear-rings, a small diamond finger-ring. On her, thus, in his arms, it was incredibly erotic.

He bent his head and when his tongue touched her nipple, she gasped, arching, twining her fingers in his thick hair.

“Ohhhhh!” she moaned.

Her body was irresistible. He squeezed the luscious mound in his hand and drew it into his mouth. She cried out, her body spasming with joy as she felt the electric warmth and heat of his mouth and tongue and teeth on her breasts. Flames of lust licked at her loins.

“Yes ... UHhhhh ... OHHHH!” she went.

He flicked her nipple under his tongue, scraped it across his teeth and the roof of his mouth. Shirlyn’s head swam with delight. She had never imagined it would feel anything like this. He nibbled on it, rolled it between his teeth, sucked on it slowly at first and then with increasing pressure, and then slowly let it go. Shirlyn whimpered. He moved to the other breast.

“Shankar!” she gasped, her hands feverish on his head. “Ohhhhhh Shankar!”

Her voice, her tone, her fingers in his hair, all excited him beyond measure. He took her hand in his and slid it into the waistband of his shorts. He wore nothing beneath. Her fingertips brushed his pubic hair, touched the hilt of his shaft. Her natural lust overcame all hesitation, and he groaned deep in his throat as her fingers gently encircled his cock, slid down to fondle his balls, slid up and down its length, exploring it with awe.

My first cock! she thought to herself. I’m touching my first cock ... God, it’s so big ... so hard ... so hot ... so thick ... how will it ever fit? I’ve got to see it ... I want to see it ... suck it ... taste it ... I want it ... oh god, I want it so much...

Her hands slid around to his buttocks and hips, jerking his shorts down and his heart leaped with excitement. Fuck, the bint was better than he had hoped! This one was born for this ... meant for this!

His shorts puddled to his feet and he rose from her breasts and she bent her head, looking down in awe and wonder at the penis in her hand. It was huge, eight inches long, two inches thick, springing erect and throbbing electrically in her hand from its forest of dark pubic hair. His balls were heavy and low. She knew what she had to do. She had seen enough movies, watched her sister do it countless times.

She slid to her knees and he watched, his astonishment mounting. She was too good to be true, a dream come true. She moaned in excitement and deep lust, her eyes glassy, her nostrils flared, her lips parted as she held his cock before her face. She could smell it, sharp and tangy, utterly sexy. She closed her eyes and caressed her face with it, stroking her cheeks with it. She rose slightly and pressed it to her breasts, running it over her rigid nipples.

Instinctively, her fist curled over its shaft and she jerked it to and fro inexpertly. He grunted, flexing his buttocks and guided her hand, showing her how to do it to suit his pleasure. That aroused her further. Oh god, it’s wonderful, she thought, my first cock...

“Suck it!” he gasped. “C’mon, baby ... take my cock in your mouth ... and suck it hard, bitch! Do it!”

His words, the vernacular, the obscene language he used turned her on even more. Lavda, she thought. I will say that to him ... and use words like lund and chuth and chodh ... he will like that...

He showed her how to flip back his foreskin. She gazed mesmerised as his bulging cock-head appeared. It was an enormous knob. A jewel of a drop of pre-cum gunk oozed from the slit in its head. Shirlyn stared at it, hyponotised.

With a soft moan, she opened her mouth and slid her tongue out, pointing it, and catching the bead of spoot delicately on the tip of it. She drew her tongue in and swallowed the jizz. His head bent, watching her, Shankar gasped in amazement. Shirlyn savoured the musky-tangy taste of his seed. It was delicious and made her throb with excitement. Jerking his cock as he had showed her, she slid her tongue out again and wound it round his cock-head for more of his seed. Shankar gasped and his hands flew to her head, and he thrust his hips forward.

“Suck it!” he gasped. “Suck my cock! Suck hard!”

She obeyed, her body fiery with lust, and delicately slid her lips about his cock-head and part of his shaft. Her face distended with the size of it and her cheeks hollowed as she began to suck on it. Shankar gasped, his eyes hooding, throwing his head back. His hips bucked at her face. He began to move her head to and fro with his hands and she understood how it was to be done. It was wonderful in her mouth, hot and hard and throbbing and it grew slippery as it oozed and trickled more and more gunk. She swallowed it greedily.

His loins smelled musky and sexy, his cock-seed was heady. She sucked and jerked him with increasing confidence, her fingers becoming sticky with his gunk. She smeared it on her breasts and began to caress herself. His cock raked in between her lips and she let her teeth scrape delicately along the shaft, flicking her tongue at the cock-head the while, winding it round and round. She cupped his balls, caressing them tenderly with her slender fingers. His hips pumped and he held her head and rocked it gently to and fro as he fucked her mouth. Shirlyn felt giddy with excitement. It was better than she had dared hope.

“Oh fuck yes! Suck it! Suck hard, slut! Suck! C’mon! Suck!” he gasped in joy.

She thrilled at his words, and now, guided by instinct, she knew what to do. She stopped her cock-sucking for a minute to run her tongue down the underside of his cock to his balls. She roved her tongue over them and sucked on them gently, one by one, her head tilted up like a suckling calf. He groaned, his hips writhing in joy, and pulled her head up again, thrusting his cock at her face once more. She sucked it hungrily again and already she was more adept. He groaned. Her mouth was a wonderful, warm, wet grotto and she was sucking him so well, using her tongue and her teeth.

He wondered if she should come in her mouth. He bent his head and watched her, deeply aroused by the sight of her head rolling this way and that as she sucked his cock, kneeling before him, fondling her breasts, her own body squirming with pleasure, one elegant hand curled about his cock, jerking it to and fro. He knew she would swallow his spoot, but she would be disappointed. She wanted the real thing, up her cunt and by god, he was going to give it her.

He pulled away from her; she let go with visible reluctance. He went down with her, easing her onto her back. They kissed again and he tasted his seed on her lips and tongue and it excited him. Her breasts were smeared with the stuff. He squeezed them in his hands. She stroked his shoulders and back without shame or fear, fondling his face. Her legs were already splayed, the dark thatch inviting him. Her hands slid between his legs, stroking and jerking his penis. He squirmed, fighting for control. Her very touch was electrifying.

“Shirlyn,” he whispered, slowly tonguing her ear, making her murmur in pleasure. “This is your first time, isn’t it?”

She nodded and tongued his ear in turn. She learned fast. He nodded at her response. He knew what he had to do. He was going to give her the fuck of her dreams, blow her mind out.

He slid down, drawing his tongue down the lovely long column of her throat to her breasts. She arched her back in eager anticipation, thrusting her breasts up for his tongue. He grinned to himself at her enthusiasm and gently dragged his tongue slowly and heavily across one nipple, pinching and twirling the other in forefinger and thumb. Shirlyn gasped and her back cambered, her head arching back.

“OHHHHHHHHH!” she cried, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her hips spasming beneath him. “Oh ma UHhhh OHHhhhhh Shankar ... UHHhhhh OHH!”

Gently, he took the nipple between his teeth and began to nibble on it. She gasped and panted and moaned. Slowly, he drew the mound in and began to suck on it, scraping her long, rigid nipple across his teeth and flicking it with his tongue. She gasped and clenched his head, pinning it to her breast.

“Yes ... yes ... Ohhhh ma Shankar uhhhh hanh uhh uhhhh OHH!” she went.

He sucked sharply, let go, sucked again, let go, bit the nipple, hit it several times with his tongue, sucked hard, let go suddenly. She whimpered. He drew his tongue into her lovely deep cleavage and up the swell of the other breast. He began to work it as he had the first. Shirlyn’s head rolled from side to side.

His body was half across hers as he sucked and licked her breast. He slid his hand down her belly and she shivered as his fingers brushed her cunt fuzz. Her hips arched and her thighs split open. She clenched his head fiercely. Slowly, he slid his fingers down to her crack, splaying open her cunt-lips. They were sodden and parted readily. He rapped his fingers at her clitoris and she gasped, her hips bucking.

Her hand flew down to his and she tugged it to her cunt, fumbling for his finger.

“Shove it in!” she gasped. “Shove your finger in, Shankar!”

He arched his middle finger and slid it into her cunt. She gasped and her hips lurched heavily. Her cunt spasmed and contracted in excitement on his finger. He held it still inside her and then, abruptly, began to finger-fuck her rapidly with sharp, jabbing thrusts of his finger. She cried out, twisting and writhing beneath him, her hand gripping his wrist, her hips pumping. Instantly, he stopped.

She whimpered in frustration. Slowly, he slid a second finger into her, forcing her cunt wider open. She moaned huskily. He held his fingers still inside the sodden warmth of her cunt and then began to move them alternately inside her, tormenting her.

Shirlyn went wild. His mouth moved from breast to breast and his fingers clawed at her cunt-lips. He slid his fingers out and jammed his thick thumb into her and, at the same time, turned his wrist and opened his palm to hook his middle finger between her buttocks. She felt it at her anus and gasped, tensing. He pressed it deeper to the dank orifice. It spasmed wildly under the pressure. Her hips bucked and writhed feverishly.

“OHhhhhh!” she moaned. “UNHhhhh Ohhhhhh ... Yes ... OHhhhh uhhhh OHH UNHHHHhh Oh Shankar ... uhh ohma uhh hanh uhh hanh!”

Once again he began to ram-finger-fuck her and she responded with a gasp of joy, her hips bucking eagerly at his hand. He drove her up the crest once more, and yet again left her teetering on the brink.

She was half mad with lust when he drew his hand away from her cunt. She grappled with it, trying to force his fingers back in, but he tore away with a growl.

“Slowly, whore,” he rasped. “I’ll fuck you, don’t worry. I’ll fuck your brains out ... but slowly ... till you beg and beg and beg ... gonna show you how good it gets, bitch ... trust me, cunt, trust me ... I’ll show you the stars!”

The guttural tone, the foul words he used, the way he called her whore, all sent a deep thrill through her. She whimpered and stretched her arms up and drew his face to hers in another hungry kiss. He caressed her breasts and her face, gently pulling away from her and she tasted her heady cunt-juice as she sucked his fingertips.

Smiling at her, he straddled her chest and placed his tumescent cock between her breasts. Instinctively, she squeezed them over his shaft. It felt wonderful on her chest, in her cleavage, hot and hard and throbbing with excitement. He fucked her breasts slowly, his hips grinding back and forth, her rigid nipples raking his shaft. The cock-head prodded her chin and her head craned, her lips parting, seeking it again. He nodded, grinning from ear to ear and moved up over her face.