“There was a need. I wanted to do it, that’s all.”

“Thank you again. What is it?”

“Open it and find out. I hope you like it.”

“I’m sure I will.”

“Go on, open it.”

Karan watched, his eyes crinkling in amusement, as his lovely secretary bent her head over the small, superbly wrapped gift-box in her lap, carefully undoing the folds and scotch tape fasteners with her slender, shapely fingers. Within was a beautiful little pouch in dark velvet, the neck crimped close by a gold drawstring. One side of the pouch had an intricately embroidered logo or monogram. She opened the mouth of the pouch and drew out a small, stunningly shaped bottle of perfume. Her eyes widened, her jaw dropped and her hand flew to her mouth. It was an exclusive fragrance, very hard to come by even abroad and, she knew, fiendishly expensive. And this was a large bottle! It must have cost him a small fortune.

“Karan!” she gasped. “This is … this is too much! It’s … it’s too expensive! It’s wonderful! I’ve always wanted it but … really … you shouldn’t…”

“A simple thank you will do, woman,” he growled good-naturedly.

“I can’t thank you enough!” she exclaimed. “How can I thank you?”

Try me, he thought to himself. How about a good hard fuck?

“It’s nothing-thought you’d like it. Would you like to wear it now?”

“Yes. Yes, of course!” Her eyes were dancing.

He watched as she tipped the bottle on the insides of her wrists, rubbed them together, dabbed some behind her ears and then, as he watched, in her cleavage.

Karan’s eyes widened in surprised pleasure. He hadn’t expected it; and the glimpse it afforded of her cleavage and swell of her firm, high, lovely breasts was very pleasant indeed. He felt a genuine quickening in his loins. Perhaps, after all…

She really was a very pretty twenty-four. She had a fine, straight nose, with sensual, flared nostrils and a dainty mark in the wedge of skin between her cheek and the left nostril. She had a small, sexy mouth with moist lips, curved cheeks and an oval face with a pointed chin. Her eyes were large and deep brown, slightly hooded, rimmed with dark kajal. Her skin was fair and creamy smooth, the colour of sunlit gold, without a single blemish, unmarked even by the fine down that he so disliked in women. Her neck was exceptionally long and slender and elegant; she wore a thin gold chain around it and small studs in her lobes. Her hair was silky and short, drawn back in a high, saucy, flouncing ponytail with an attractive scrunch-band, shot with gold and white thread, leaving the nape of her neck clear.

Her body looked inviting. The long neck led to full, high, ripe breasts with a deep cleavage. Her belly was firm and flat. Her hips flared neatly to rounded buttocks. Her limbs were slender and smooth, with slim ankles and wrists and elegantly shaped hands and feet. Karan imagined her to have sharp nipples in small aureoles; he recalled having seen them once through some slightly translucent garment she had worn that day.

Today she wore a simple button-down blouse with a mandarin collar tucked into a calf-length pleated skirt, her feet in flat-heeled sensible sandals of soft brown leather. Except for the kajal at her eyes and a touch of gloss on her lips, she wore no other makeup. Karan didn’t fail to notice that, when she dabbed the perfume between her breasts, undoing one more button of her blouse still-she now had three open-she hadn’t troubled to refasten it. His eyes lingered on the smooth, golden, swelling curves of her breasts and he longed to take them in his hands, to cup them, weigh them, explore their contours, feel her nipples harden in his fingers.

“So what do you think of my new office?” Karan murmured. “Comfortable?”

“It’s really fabulous!” she said. “I really like this arrangement. It’s so neat and efficient, the space is utilized so nicely. And it’s roomy, too, and airy and pleasant. I love having plants around. Those window boxes make a world of a difference.”

“Glad you like it. Took a lot of planning.”

“I can imagine.”

“Shall we finish this draft tonight, or do you want to continue tomorrow?”

“How much longer?”

“Another fifteen minutes. Twenty, tops.”

“Let’s finish it.”

“Fine. Thank you, and I’m sorry to keep you. I know it’s late. I’ll run you home on my way.”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s not a problem.”

“It’s on my way.”

“Okay, thank you.”

“Where were we?”

“This proposal not only envisages the assembling of a highly-trained team of skilled professionals, but, indeed, requires it.”

“Yes, good. Take it from there.”

For the next twenty minutes, Karan dictated to her steadily and without a break. As always, Shirley marvelled at his dexterity with words, the ease with which they flowed, without pause. She knew that, quite literally, he harried his drafts several times, honing and paring till, finally, the finished work was polished smooth, incredibly economical, every word firmly set in place. It was a marvellous mind and she enjoyed her work. There was never a feeling of ennui: in the more intricate drafts, he would quite deliberately tease her, slipping in a joke or a weird remark in his dictating voice and always she fell for it, solemnly taking it in shorthand, then starting, realizing, looking up and seeing him laughing silently and joining in.

Not just his mind, though. He was the most attractive man she knew. He was older than her by but a few years, seven or eight at the most but he had a maturity well beyond his years. He was unfailingly cheerful and kind, genuinely and deeply interested in the people he worked with and who worked for him. He always spent time considering their problems, giving them serious thought, making them his own, sharing the burden. The staff all adored him, three peons, the chauffeur, the woman who came in to sweep and mop, the other female typist, the young girl who came in part-time to handle his accounts.

And his body was magnificent. There was no other word for it. Huge, sprawling shoulders and a muscular neck held up a lean, handsome, tanned face, the face of a man of the outdoors, hard yet surprisingly gentle. His eyes were dark, set deep under bushy eyebrows, the nose was long, slightly hooked, the mouth wide with slim lips. His hair was jet black, cut short and swept back off his broad forehead. Clean-shaven, with a determined line to his jaw-no weakness there. His arms and legs were long, thick and bulging with musculature and the belly was hard and flat as a washboard. He dressed quietly, but superbly.

Every time she looked at him, Shirley felt a rush of naked lust power its way through her body. She knew, deep down, that more than anything else, she wanted to have sex with him, to give herself to him totally and utterly, without reserve.

They finished, just as he had said, fifteen minutes later. Karan rubbed his eyes, then stretched, fingers linked, hands turned out, arms stretched, shoulders hunched. Shirley’s eyes lingered on the smooth play of his muscles. Again she felt that electric jolt shoot through her. He raised his arms above his head, twisted, stretched. Sheer physical power seemed to emanate from him.

“Okaaaay,” he drawled, slapping his hands on the desk, getting to his feet. “All done. You headed home?”

Shirley was hoping he’d sit and chat a bit more. She fumbled her things together, lurched to her feet. “Yes. Yes I am.”

In her haste she dropped her pencil and bent to pick it up. As she did, the lapels of her blouse swung low and Karan saw the swell of her breasts, full and ripe and high, and felt a quick stab of pleasure. Her bra was sexy, cut low and wide. If only…

“I’ll run you home,” he murmured.

“No … really … it’s okay … I’ll get a bus right outside,” Shirley murmured.

“I insist. It’s late. And that’s my fault.”

Shirley never really knew what made her do it. Impulsively, she flung an arm up to one shoulder, pulled his head down, reached up on tiptoe and kissed him quickly on the cheek. Karan started and then smiled quickly, brightly, his eyes dancing. Shirley blushed. He laughed softly.

“What was that for?”

She ducked her head, suddenly embarrassed. He didn’t move away. His arm slid around her slender waist and pulled her to him. She didn’t resist. His fingers cupped her chin, tilted her face up to his and his lips brushed hers, gently, tenderly, fleetingly. Shirley closed her eyes, her breath catching in her throat. Her lips were soft and moist and, tentatively, they fluttered open. Karan’s lips parted, too, and the kiss lengthened deepened and his tongue slithered between their lips and met hers as it ventured out, too.

The pad and pencils in her hand clattered to the floor. Shirley didn’t care. She slid her other arm around his shoulders, pulled his head down to hers, pressed her body to his. Karan could feel the softness of her breasts flattening on his chest.

“God, if you know how long I’ve wanted this, how much I’ve wanted it,” he breathed.

“Me, too,” she murmured. “Kiss me again,” and pulled his head down to hers.

Now his arms were roaming her body and she trembled at his touch and, with his vast experience of women, he understood the signs. Gently, slowly, he began undoing the buttons of her blouse. She did not stop him. He wondered for a second if she was a virgin, if he would have to coax or coach her.

She put all his doubts to rest. Her fingers fled down his chest, deftly undoing the buttons of his shirt, fumbling the clasp of his belt and trousers, undoing those, too, pushing down into his crotch. Her fingers squeezed the thick bulk of his penis through his undershorts as his trousers fell to his feet.

“I want you,” she gasped. “I want you!”

Their lust erupted.

She kissed him feverishly as he tore open her blouse, pulling it out of her skirt, unhooked her brassiere and freed her breasts. He felt them swell and grow turgid, her long nipples shooting erect. He marvelled at their fullness, their weight, their superb form. Her hand slipped down under the waistband of his undershorts and her fingers closed on his cock and she gasped.

His penis was huge. Still limp, it was bigger than any she had known.

“Oh my god,” she breathed, her eyes glittering glassily, her lips parted, her nostrils flared, animal lust all over her face. “Oh dear god, yes!”

Karan flipped her skirt up and pushed his hand under it. Her legs parted at once, without hesitation, and Karan knew he had a find. With a quick wriggle, she slipped down her panties, kicked them off her sandalled feet. Her pubic hair was soft, trimmed, not too dense; and it was damp. Karan pushed his hand into her crotch and her cunt-lips unfurled. As he slid one thick finger into her, he bent his torso and arched her body back before him, lifting and squeezing one swollen breast to his mouth. Shirley gasped, flinging her head back, her hand clenching his head, pinning it to her breast, her hips writhing, her other hand working his cock which had begun to swell rapidly. Heat leaped from her breast-tips and loin. His tongue whipped one nipple, then the other, then both together, his teeth scraped over them, he sucked one breast, then the other, then both together, on and on. His finger twisted and curved in and out of her cunt, probing, exploring, and her cunt spasmed and contracted eagerly on it, her cunt-juices streaming freely now, her hips jerking and writhing eagerly.

He lifted his head from her breasts and they kissed again, her tongue slithering sexily between his lips, her fingers unwilling to let go of his cock, jerking it, stroking it, the sharp nails raking his shaft gently.

“I want to suck you,” she gasped softly and, without waiting for a response, slid down his body with her back to the desk, perched on her toes, her buttocks resting on her raised heels, legs spread wide.

“Yes,” she hissed, her hands on her breasts, rubbing the nipples, squeezing and lifting the swollen mounds. “God yes!”

Karan gasped sharply as her mouth engulfed his cock greedily. She moaned deep in her cock-filled throat, her hands working her breasts excitedly, her head rocking back and forth. Her mouth was magic, warm and moist and there was a wicked cunning in her tongue as it snaked around his bulging cock-head.

“Ohhh uhhh yes! Suck it! Suck my cock!” he gasped.

His words seemed to inflame her. She took his shaft in one hand, the other going down to her crotch, a finger arching up into her slit. Her body rocked back and forth before his. He groaned and began fucking her mouth, head flung back, the fires roiling in his cock and balls. He held her head and moved it to and fro to suit his pleasure.

“Yes … oh fuck yes … that’s good … suck it, Shirley! Suck harder! Ahhhh uhhh yes oh god yes!” he went.

Shirley was trembling with excitement and lust. She felt feverish. Her head was swimming. She was no virgin but none of the men she had slept with before had made her feel so … so wanton, so desperate to surrender, to yield, to give and to take and take and take without pause or measure. Karan’s cock throbbed in her mouth and fingers, huge, bigger than she had ever dreamed. She wanted it in her flesh, wanted to feel its heat and immense hardness crushing into her body. She sucked him harder, her hands crushing her swollen breasts.

Gasping, panting like an animal in rut, her eyes glassy, lips parted, nostrils flared, she got to her feet, flung her arms about him, writhing her crotch against his penis, her breasts against his hard chest.

“Fuck me,” she groaned, her tongue sweeping through his ear, flicking at his lips. “Fuck me hard, Karan … fuck me like a slut … take me! I’m yours!”

Karan marvelled at his discovery of this incredible, lusty creature offering herself up for his delectation. His excitement mounted. He yearned to plunge his hot penis into her cunt, to feel its wet cramping on his flesh.

Shirley turned around in his arms, her back to him, her buttocks pressed to his crotch and bent herself forward over his desk, spreading her legs wide. Her breasts hung pendulous like succulent fruit. The gold chain dangled from around her neck, brushing the desktop.

“C’mon, Karan,” she moaned over her shoulder. “Fuck me! Shove your cock into my cunt! Fuck me hard! I want it hard!”

Karan groaned, raw lust consuming his being. Her buttocks were spread before him and, drawn by the tightly puckered flesh of her anus, he wondered distantly if she took it there, too. Then she thrust a hand under her belly, slim fingers crooked on her cunt-lips, opening them for him.

“C’mon, Karan,” she groaned. “Fuck me!”

He could not resist. He pushed his cock between her legs, paused with his cock-head at the portals of her slit. She moaned, feeling its heat. Then he moved it forward and, flexing his hips, pushed forward. His cock-head popped into her cunt. Shirley gasped sharply, her head jerking up, her mouth snapping open. His cock-head was huge, filling her cunt. Behind her, Karan groaned loudly and, his powerful muscles rippling, gripped her slender hips and flexed his buttocks and slowly ground his cock into her cunt.

Nothing in Shirley’s experience had prepared her for this. His cock drove an enormous tidal wave of pure pleasure before it, rocking her body forward. In and in and in he went, his enormous penis searing into her flesh, filling it, mashing her gorged clitoris, distending her cunt. It was impossibly, wonderfully big; Shirley’s head reeled with the feeling of it, a feeling that it would rip her asunder, would erupt from her throat, a feeling that she would have it no other way.

“OHHHHHHH UHHAHHHHUHOHMAUHHH OHHH!” she called.

Karan gasped loudly, flinging his head back. Shirley’s cunt convulsed frantically on his penis.

“Fuck me!” she cried. “Oh uh oh uhh yes oh god yes! Fuck me, Karan … oh yes! Oh god yes! Fuck me! Ahhh uhhh yes uhh oh god yes!”

Struggling to stave off his orgasm, panting, his loins on fire, Karan began fucking her with rapid, skewering thrusts. He plunged his cock deep into her cunt, groaning, drew out, thrust in again and again and again. Shirley moaned thickly, her head bowed, her body swaying and rocking to and fro under his thrusts, each one drawing a choking gasp.

“Ohhh uhhh ohhh uhh oh uh oh uhh yeh oh yeh oh yes Karan yes ohh uhh yes ohma uhhh ohhh uhhh OHHHH uhh yes!”

“Yeh oh yeh take it! Oh yes baby yes!” he gasped, thrusting greedily in and out of her cunt, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his hips swinging to and fro, his head flung back, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her buttocks.

His cock felt like a burning hot iron rod in her cunt. Shirley was dizzy with lust and excitement and pleasure. She had never been fucked like this. Karan’s massive penis sawed in and out of her cunt, crushing her clitoris in its passage. He went faster, plunged in deeper and she cried out, her face twisting in a rictus of lust, her fingers clawing at the edge of the table, her head raised, long neck craned, her gold necklace whipping as it dragged across the table.

“OHMAUHHHAHHH UHH YES oh god yes! Fuck me! Ohhhhh uhhh yes that’s it! Fuck me harder, Karan! Fuck me!” she cried.

Faster and faster he went, gasping, panting, calling out, his cries mingling with hers, his under her body, squeezing her breasts feverishly. He rammed deep into her tight, wet cunt, his buttocks flexing taut with each thrust, his hips twitching at her buttocks, drew out, rammed in again. Each thrust made her lurch forward, a choking sob erupting from her throat. Her cunt convulsed haplessly on his penis and she began to orgasm, panting and moaning.

To her amazement, he did not come. He groaned as her orgasm intensified, but kept fucking her hard and deep with cruel, snapping thrusts. Shirley gasped, her body jerking under his, her head spinning. When her orgasm waned, he drew slowly out of her. She felt his strong hands sliding up her body, caressing her tenderly, felt his lips at the nape of her neck. His tongue lapped gently at a dewdrop of sweat on her skin, his lips were at her earlobe. Shirley shivered in excitement, her buttocks squirming against his crotch. She turned her face and his lips were on her, firm, gentle, his tongue slipping in and out of her mouth.

He did not ask her if it had been good for her, if she had come. Shirley hated it when men did that. A good lover always knew, didn’t need the confirmation.

“Again. Please.” That was all he said, and Shirley was in no state to refuse.

He pressed his hand to one hip; she understood, and turned on her back on his desk, wriggling up slightly so that her hips were at the edge, her legs and feet hanging over.

He smiled down at her. “You’re wonderful,” he murmured. “Truly.”

Shirley was filled with love and longing. “I want you,” she whispered. “I want you so much!”

Karan keep the sadness from his smile. How long will it last, this fire? He thought to himself. She has the body of a woman and the heart of a child - easy to please, perhaps even easier to hurt. He felt a surge of true affection. Looking at her, his heart skipped a beat. She was truly lovely, in body and in heart.

A strangeness came over him. He wanted to say he loved her, he wanted not to fuck her, not even to make love, just to hold her, murmur softly into her auburn-tinted hair, breathe deep of the soft, silky sweetness of her. He wanted to tell her he loved her and, for a second, he hesitated over her naked body.

She looked up at him, her eyes glowing like embers, and, parting her legs, spread her cunt-lips open in her slender fingers.

“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Fuck me, Karan! Fuck me hard! Fuck me forever! I want your cock in my cunt!”

Her words were like brittle light lifting away low mists. Febrile carnality consumed his being again, driving back the intrusion of love. It had to be thus: Just the meeting of flesh, the interlocking of bodies, the uncompromising physicality of their quest.

He bent over her, his hands parting her legs, then sliding up to her swollen breasts, squeezing them under his weight. Her arms curled around his shoulders and her mouth flowered under his and her hand was between their bodies, pulling his cock to her slit. Her body trembled under his.

“Fuck me,” she breathed into his mouth. “Shove your cock into me, Karan! Please! Do it!”

He tormented her, continued kissing and fondling her, nuzzling the sexy little hollow in her throat, swirling his tongue through her ear, nibbling her earlobe. She moaned softly, writhing under him. Karan smiled to himself: He was enjoying this. He moved his head lower, to her breasts, and she arched her back eagerly. Her breasts were swollen and turgid with excitement, the nipples in their deep brown, puckered aureoles standing out long and nut-hard. He swept his tongue up one mound, ran it in circles around her aureole, not touching her nipple. Shirley moaned, writhing. His tongue flickered like lightning across her nipple, a fleeting caress, there one minute, then gone. She squeezed her breast and tried to feed it to his mouth. He drew back; not yet. Again his tongue danced out over her breast, whipping across the nipple and, this time, his teeth followed, scraping over the sharp point. Shirley gasped, her neck arching, her mouth open. Karan grabbed her hands and spread them apart, pinning her to the desk at his mercy. He moved his tongue down the side of her breast, under it, into her cleavage, to her throat, across to her clean armpit, delved into the musky crease of flesh there, then slipped quickly down to her breast again. This time, his mouth opened wide and he drew in the succulent flesh and sucked.

“Ohh uhhh OHHHH uhh oh god yes!” Shirley gasped. It was wonderful, what he was doing to her. She had never known such unbridled lust, such joy, such ecstasy. It was infinitely delicate, and he was revelling in his exploration of her flesh.

He toyed with her nipple relentlessly, striking it with his tongue, scraping his teeth across it. Fire leaped from her breast-tips. She twisted and writhed, pinned to his desk. Her hips lurched and heaved frantically. Karan sucked sharply, let go, sucked again, released her breast slowly, little by little. His tongue and lips flicked under her breast, across her belly, over to her other armpit, into it, up to her neck, down her cleavage and around her breast, circled up, up and up and Shirley cried out, flinging her head back as his lips clamped fiercely on her breast and his teeth plucked sharply at her nipple.

“Ohhhhhhhhh uhhh yes oh god yes fuck me!” she cried loudly. “Fuck me, Karan, please fuck me fuck me fuck me!”

Quick as lightning his head dropped to her crotch. His measured caresses of seconds before hadn’t prepared her for the sudden, serpentine flick of his tongue in her slit. Shirley screamed her joy, her mouth in a wide ‘O’, her body arching steeply, her hips jerking up in shocked delight. He found her clit and whipped it with his tongue, drew it between his lips, sucked on the little stem. Shirley went mad, her head flipping from side to side, her body thrashing ecstatically. Her fingers clenched his hair, keeping his head pinned to her crotch. Karan pushed his face deeper into her crotch, his tongue slithering in and out of her cunt and slid his hands up her slender golden body to her swollen breasts, squeezing.

“OHHHHHHHHHH uhh OHMA uhhh yes oh god yes ohh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh yes oh yes oh yes oh yes!” Shirley went.

Her sodden cunt smelled musky, erotic. Karan lapped at the flowing juices, savouring the taste, wondering if it was possible to bottle the ultimate, the scent of a woman. Gently, still licking ruminatively, he slid a finger deep into her cunt, in to the knuckle and began finger- and tongue-fucking her simultaneously. He twisted his finger gently this way and that, pressing at her stiff clit, then pushed a second finger in as well. Shirley’s cries, an erotic litany, rang in his ears. Her hips tossed under his face and hand. Drawing his tongue lazily along her cunt-lips, he looked up, saw the naked lust shining on her lovely face. Her hands were on her breasts, mauling them in a frenzy.

She was on the verge of a wild orgasm when he stopped at last and rose to his feet, smiling down at her. She moaned loudly, her chest heaving, her eyes glittering.

“Please!” she gasped. “Fuck me, Karan! Fuck me hard! Shove your cock into me, Karan! I want it!”

His erection was enormous, raging. He pushed her legs up and wide, his hands inside her knees and she stretched her arms down, her breasts squeezed between them, her fingers curling around the thickness of his shaft, guiding him.

Karan paused for a fraction of a second with his cock-head at her cunt-lips. Shirley moaned, lifting her hips eagerly. He sucked in his breath, flexed his buttocks and with one long, smooth, skewering thrust, grinding his hips around in a tight circle, crushed his cock into her cunt.

“OHHHHHHHHHUHHOHMAUH yes uhh ohhhh uhhh yes!” she cried, her back whipping up in a taut bow, her breasts thrust out, her cunt going into spasms on his penis, hips jerking up.

In and in he went, till he was buried in her flesh to the hilt, his balls pressed to her cunt-lips. Her breath came in hoarse, ragged, cracked moans. Her fingers were tight on her swollen breasts.

“Fuck me!” she cried. “Ohhh yes oh god yes fuck me please fuck me!”

Karan eased his hips back, drawing his cock slowly out of her cunt. She gasped at the release in pressure. He paused, deliberately, with just his cock-head in her cunt and then ran his penis into her again in a repeat of the first driving thrust. The breath rushed from her throat in a lust-laden moan. Her mouth was open in a wide ‘O’. Her long neck arched, tendons stood out in her throat; her gold necklace slid up against it. Karan flung his head back and gasped; her cunt convulsed savagely on his penis, hot, tight, wet. He stretched out his hands and crushed her breasts. Beneath him, Shirley moaned ecstatically.

He drew out and, smoothly, thrust in again, and yet again and quickly hit a tempo, sliding his hips to and fro, back and forth, driving his cock in and out of her cunt. Shirley’s cries rose. He held her waist, thrust in harder, deeper, faster. Her hips bucked under his. Her body jerked and rocked with his thrusts, her swollen breasts jiggling. She lifted and squeezed them, pinching her rigid nipples, her face rolling from side to side. He felt her heels under his buttocks, drawing him deeper into her flesh.

“OHHHH uhh yes oh god yes fuck me, Karan! Fuck me! Oh uhh yes oh ma uhhh yes oh god yes!”

“C’mon! Take it … oh yes! C’mon, slut! Take it, bitch, take my cock!”

The words had an electric effect on her. She cried out, arching steeply, her hips bucking violently up and down, rolling and writhing as his distended penis ground in and out of her cunt. Faster and faster he went, drawing loud, shuddering, broken gasps from her, his own calls increasingly explicit and lewd.

“OH fuck baby yes! C’mon, take it, whore! Ohhh yes oh god yes!” he went.

Shirley came violently, her back snapping up in a steep bow, her long neck craning, her mouth jerking open. Her cunt convulsed frantically on his cock. Karan cried out, his face contorting in delight, and rammed himself deep into her, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs, his buttocks flexed taut, twitching. Her orgasm intensified; her body trembled and shook; her breath was ragged, sharp, her voice a long, cracked, shuddering moan.

Karan waited till it ebbed. Shirley moaned, feeling his hardness still within her.

“Suck me,” he said softly. “I want to come in your mouth.”

Seconds later, Shirley was on her knees again before him, her head swimming with lust, her body tingling with delight, her hands on her breasts, his cock filling her face. He held her head and moved it to and fro, fucking her mouth. She moaned softly, sucking hard, whipping his sticky, gorged cock-head with her tongue. One hand curled around his shaft and she pumped it eagerly, muttering c’mon, c’mon, c’mon! The fires in his loins grew and spread and then he gave in with a loud cry of relief and joy. Shirley sensed it and, immediately, jerking his cock faster, opened her mouth wide under his cock. The cum, thick, sticky, warm, spurted from his cock-head, and he bent his head and watched in pleasure and delight as it spattered her face and neck and breasts and spewed into her open, eager, hungry mouth. She moaned, swallowing his gunk, caressing her breasts and face with it, took his cock in her mouth again. Karan groaned softly. He pulled away from her and sank to the floor with her. His mouth met hers; he could taste his seed on her lips. She wound her arms around his thick shoulders and they slid to the floor.

“Fuck me again,” she moaned, kissing him. “I want you again.”

“I want you, too,” he whispered, and moved on top of her slender body.