She put her right leg on the commode and pushing her pelvis forward slightly, she sought out the opening to her overflowing cunt with her middle finger…. plunging itself between her cunt-lips and into her hot, fleshy cavern. She rubbed her clit with the heel of her hand as she fucked herself with her finger. Already, she was on the verge of cumming. She would have, too, had it not been for the ringing of the doorbell.
“Dammit!” Protima muttered. Who the hell could that be. Just then she heard her friend, Gurpreet, call out.
“Yeah hoo! Protima, where are you?”
“I’m in the bathroom!” Protima answered, overpowered with the frustration that came from not being able to bring herself to a climax. Just then Gurpreet poked her head around the bathroom’s door and smiled.
“Seems, you’re too horny!” She teased.
“Yeah, well,” Protima said sarcastically. “You could have let me finish before you came calling.”
Gurpreet extended her forearms, turned her palms upward and shrugged. “How the hell was I to know what you were doing?”
She asked as she stepped into the bathroom and quickly went to her knees in front of her friend’s open legs. She placed a hand on each of her friend’s knees and spread her legs even wider. She wasted no time on preliminaries. She plunged her face into her friend’s cleanly shaven swollen cunt and began lapping at her clit.
“Ungh,” Protima groaned.
She instinctively filled her hands with Gurpreet’s Bob-cut silky hair and pulled her face even closer, causing her friend to have to breathe through her nose. Her Punjabi friend licked and sucked on her clit like it was the last thing she would be able to do on this earth. Over and over her tongue flicked across that hot little nubbin while she held it between her lips, stopping occasionally to wrap her lips over her teeth and nibble lightly on her man in the boat.
Protima’s body was shaking with growing lust, knowing that the end was near. Every nerve ending she had had somehow been transferred to her clit. Everything; her mind, her heart, her soul, was concentrated inside that hard, pea sized fleshy extension. She began to shake mightily. Her breathing came in sharp little inhalations and quick exhalations.
She cried out and tried to tell her tall Headmistress friend that she was nearly there but, her words came out garbled and unintelligible. Her legs straightened out and then, seemingly on their own, wrapped themselves around her friend’s neck and head.
The reputed Headmistress quickly unhooked her friend’s front-open Maxi and slid her hands inside it until they were cupping her wonderfully warm and soft, yet firm tits. In a micro second, she was lightly pinching both of her nipples.
Protima groaned when her friend’s hands first made contact with her tits. Cries of pure sexual joy escaped her lips in short little bursts. Her whole being felt as though she was on fire. Her legs had lost their grip on her friend’s neck and now her heels were pounding her friend’s back. She was nearly out of control. Then, it hit her.
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