I awoke on Sunday morning in my own bed, remembered what had happened the evening before and was instantly hard again. I lay on the bed naked, as warm currents of air, caressed my erection, reminding me of Neha's soft mouth.
There was a gentle knock at my bedroom door, "May I come in?" Neha asked.
"Sure" I replied. "But I am naked and have a hard on."
"Perfect!" came the happy reply from the other side of the door.
The door opened and Neha stood there, lit up by the morning sun, streaming through the windows.
My hardon became a pressure-related crisis.
Neha was wearing some very sexy black lingerie and her twisted, wicked smile, even her eyes were smiling, everything about her said "wicked and very sexy intentions".
She did something with the bra that made her luscious breasts cascade out of the font of it, dark, hard nipples, pushing out as if testing the air.
Neha ran a finger up between her pussy lips, walked into the room and rubbed her juices on my lips.
"You like how I taste?" she quizzed.
She tasted of sex and desire, different to a white girl, deeper, darker and muskier, I loved it!
"Hell yeah!" I stroked my straining cock; just to be sure she got the message.
Without further comment, Neha stepped up onto the bed, straddled me and sat on my face, her cunt made a direct hit on my mouth and my tongue licked her sex, not directly but up the side of her pussy lips, slowly up the left side, a quick flick of her clit and then down the right side.
