A sexual tryst with the Anglo-Indian sexual dynamo, Andrea Jeremiah!
She would be one hell of a Dom Mommy--firm, authoritative, yet with a touch of love.
She would start the Sunday evening by tying me up spread-eagle, hands bound to each bedpost with silken cuffs (firm, but loving). She would caress my cheeks, ensuring I'm comfortable before forcefully kissing me. Her lips would first tease mine before she slowly forces my lips apart, pushing her tongue in, lightly scraping my lips with her teeth. We would make out until I'm breathless.
Next, she would rip open my shirt, buttons flying everywhere. She'd feel my hairy chest and shoulders, making my dick rock hard, straining against my pants. I could see her arousal too--her thick, glorious dick slowly reaching full mast, the cock head dilating, almost winking at me, beckoning for a lick.
She notices the hunger in my eyes, laughs naughtily, then kisses my neck, marking me with a hickey near my shoulder blade.
By now, my dick is leaking precum, creating a wet patch on my pants (I'm not wearing underwear--Andrea strictly forbids it, wanting free access to my ass anytime, anywhere).
Driven by lust, Andrea moves up my body, her fingers weaving through my hair as her pelvis rests on my chest, her glorious dick at my face level. I need no further invitation--I lean forward, licking the underside of her cockhead, making her moan loudly, her fingers guiding my head onto her eager dick.
I part my lips, slowly taking in the cockhead and the first few inches of her shaft. Once it reaches my throat's entrance, I pause, savoring the relentless flow of pre-cum by licking around her cockhead. She lightly thrusts her hips, making her dick jump and lightly scrape my teeth, gifting me more pre-cum.