Seeing this, I gave a hard bite at the base.Mami (horny): Ouuchhh..Ufffff..Isss.. Ishaan. You should bite your Queen there, she might get wilder.Ishaa... (muffled voice): Ummfff…hmmm (still licking the sweat from her skin around her stomach).By then, my hands were behind me, as I was in the sitting position, tied with one end of her saree while I was licking her boobs and sexy tummy. Seeing me not stopping, my aunty stood up putting her legs on either side of my waist. She then removed her saree. She would know she had me. ‘You look good. Are we going for a run? There is a trail here and the mosquitos are mostly gone.’ Her smile dissolved into a laugh. ‘You look good too, Sean.’ Her reaching hand was pulling me down by my male trophy. That’s what she called it, saying any woman who had been screwed by Sean was a trophy. I was an English major in school and couldn’t figure out the grammar of that, but didn’t care, since I was sinking between her muscled thighs and finding our connection.. .not a good start to the night I thought …We found a half empty dance floor, we were apparently early but 4 or 5 guys were drinking at the bar. All eyes were on me at that point as there were no other girls. My date bought me a drink and we sat down at a big sofa which looked like a small bed with sheer curtains. There was no choice but to sit almost lying down next to him and we started kissing and drinking. His hands were everywhere and somehow it really turned me on, knowing that we were. .. “I want you…” I started, suddenly finding it hard to form the words. “I want you to… to touch m-my cunt,” I whispered. I felt slick between my legs, hot and desperate. Steven smiled but shook his head, “No Lucy, I want you to tell me that you want me to finger your wet cunt.” Steven nodded at me theatrically as if to indicate that it was my turn to do my bit. I huffed stroppily and rolled my eyes, slightly irritated that I had to say the words exactly the way he wanted. The redness in my.