“Hmmm?” His face was burrowed between her breasts, his fingers pulling steadily at her stiff nipples.
“Tell me more about cricket.”
Sanjay lifted his head and grinned at her. “I’d much rather eat you. Your cunt smells so ripe. My mouth is tingling from wanting to lick it.”
She’d much rather he’d eat her, too. But if his mouth was full of her pussy, he’d be unable to talk, and if he wasn’t able to talk, he couldn’t tell her about cricket.
“How about I go down on you first?”
His eyes lit up. “You are a very generous woman.”
Emma raised a finger. “But while I’m doing that, you’ll have to tell me about cricket.”
“You expect me to talk about cricket while you are sucking my cock?”
She looked up at him from under her lashes. “Consider it a challenge.”
He grinned, rose off the bed, and took off his shirt and pants. His cock strained against his underwear. Emma got on her knees on the bed. She pulled Sanjay’s underwear down and, once his cock was free, leaned over and wrapped her mouth around the thick, bulbous head. Sanjay rocked his groin against her face, his cock sliding between her lips.
Emma didn’t consider herself a connoisseur of the cock. It wasn’t because she had any problems with sucking cock. She didn’t. It was just that she’d be the first to admit she was rather selfish when it came to sex. She preferred to be the recipient of oral sex, as opposed to its provider.
However, as she moved her mouth up and down Sanjay’s cock, she had to admit that sucking his cock was quite enjoyable.
“Umm, Emma. Yes, suck it. Suck it.”
Emma quickly pulled her mouth away and looked up at Sanjay. “Cricket.”
He drew in a deep breath, his flat, muscled stomach rippling. “Very well.”
He gently guided her mouth back to his cock. And as Emma sucked it, in between Sanjay’s moans and groans, his gasps and cries, he relayed to her the fundamentals of the game of cricket.
Or at least he tried to.
As for Emma, she was really getting into sucking Sanjay’s cock, and a lot of what he said sounded like gibberish. The only thing that registered with her was that cricket sounded about as exciting as baseball.
Sanjay grunted, and his hands, which were still tangled in her hair, tightened about her head. His groin snapped hard against her face, bumping her nose.
“I’m going to come, Emma. Do you…” He moaned throatily. “Do you want me to pull out?”
Emma shook her head and closed her eyes. Sanjay’s cock throbbed in her mouth as his semen slid thickly down her throat. He let out a long, low groan as he climaxed.
Once he was done, Emma pulled away and looked up at him. He stroked her jaw and lips.
“That was wonderfully done.”
Emma’s cheeks warmed. “Thank you.”
Sanjay pushed her down onto the bed. “Now I will return the favor.” He moved down until his head was between her thighs. Then he looked up at her. “Unless you want me to tell you more about cricket.”
“Have you told me enough so that I won’t look like an idiot at my meeting tomorrow?”
He grinned slyly at her. “As I told you before, whether or not you look like an idiot is entirely up to you. But there are a few other things I can tell you about cricket, and specifically about Harjit, that may help you.”
He gently parted her thighs, exposing her moist and ready sex. “But I will tell you these things only after I have dined.”
He lowered his head and slid his lips along her swollen pussy lips. Emma threw her head back and moaned. He lapped at her with his long tongue, the tip of it easing among her dewy nether lips. He was as skilled down there as he had been sucking on her breasts. He ate her so skillfully that Emma quickly climaxed. And she came again and again and again until finally she had to beg him to stop.
Sanjay moved up her body, and Emma felt his cock, which was once again thick and hard, sliding against her. He kissed her, thoroughly and deeply, and she tasted herself on his lips and his tongue.