The scene shifted to the house for a Hindu ritual which was five kms from the Temple, and Arjun offered to drive her. Hema quickly accepted. But he had only driven one block before he veered off into a bye lane and sped off towards Adyar, and stopped exactly after 10 minutes in front of a huge building and pulled her out just to make sure, they get into the lift with the watchman just glaring at the couple and he didn't have to say anything. The guy was used to Arjun's lecherous behavior.
Upon reaching a particular flat which belonged to him, Arjun barely opened the door and he and Hema grabbed each other and began kissing feverishly. He got one hand up her dress and under her panties immediately again.
"You're so wet, baby!" he whispered.
"I thought I was going to come during the ceremony, just from looking at you!" Hema murmured. "Ahhhmmmm!"
His fingers on her clit drove her crazy. She arched her back and squirmed her juicing cunt down onto his probing fingers. At the same time, she unzipped his fly and took out his cock. It throbbed hotly in her hands. She squeezed and caressed it, making Arjun pant and clutch her body roughly.
Arjun groaned as his smooth body glistened with sweat. His chest was wide and deep, his dark flat surface hard and hairless. He closed his eyes and groaned loudly, his hips grinding down hard as though he intended to drive his entire being into the beautiful mouth of Hema who lay luxuriously next to him.
He was slightly exhausted and felt spent after the heavy fucking in the Bathroom at the Convention Hall, and sank onto her, and kissed her gently, his tongue slipping into her mouth. She held his sweating body, tenderly caressing his head and his powerful back, her fingertips contouring his fine physique. Her breasts pressed hot against his chest. His cock began to rise inside his underwear again and slowly, he slipped it out and rolled over onto his back beside her.
She wondered if he had the stamina to fuck her over again. She felt good. It was great sex, satisfying hard and demanding. Her body still tingled, and there was the deliciously sticky crawl of his spunk on her thighs, streaks of it on her breasts and her lips from the time when he had sucked her mouth and breasts in the bathroom. Hema was stinking and she liked it and so did Arjun, he loved the grime and dirt on a Woman.
She turned to him, rising on an elbow. Arjun thought she was one of the loveliest women he had ever seen. He cupped the side of her face. She kissed his groin tenderly, and then rose to kiss him on the mouth with gentle longing. Her tongue slipped into his mouth. His hand slid down her lovely long neck to the superb swell of her breast and cupped the warm flesh. Her nipples were still stiff. He smiled to himself. He would enjoy fucking her again.
"C'mon," he murmured. "Suck my cock again, my darling."
Hema giggled in pleasure, her eyes shining. She bent her head and lasciviously licked and sucked his nipples. He sighed in pleasure. Slowly, her tongue trickled down his hard body, swirled through his navel and dipped lower to nuzzle his crotch. He spread his legs wide and pulled her head into his groin.
"Do you want me to suck you?" she asked softly with mischief written all over. Arjun swore but nodded.
She bent her head down into his lap. Holding his jerking cock in both hands, she fed the swollen head of it between her sensual lips. She took it deep into her mouth. Hema's stunningly beautiful face was turned to one side, her lovely eyes closed and her lips parted in passion. Her breasts were swollen and hard, her nipples erect. The lust-heat was overpowering. Her body flamed with lust.
She licked and sucked his heavy balls delicately and then slowly took his cock in her mouth again this morning. He murmured his pleasure and closed his eyes in surrender. She was an incredibly sexy piece of ass and sluttish as a bitch in heat.
The memory of that long hot afternoon of glorious sex stirred their libido. Hema in particular was very aroused and her nipples stiffened as a breeze from the open window plucked at them. A thick river of sweat trickled sexily through the valley between her breasts. Hema's lips parted. Slowly, she drew her hands up over her thighs and firm belly to her breasts. She fondled them, and they swelled and grew turgid. Her pulse began to quicken. She squeezed the fleshy mounds together, rubbing and rolling the hard nipples under her palms. Her elegant fingers pinched her nipples, kneading and tweaking and plucking at them, and she bit her lower lip as a sudden jolt of electric lust flickered through her loins and breasts. Her legs split apart and she felt the first, delicious dewdrop of cunt-juice ooze between her thighs after they came into the house and into the bedroom.
"Please lick my cock, please!" he pleaded.
She looked at him holding his cock delicately and gave the cum drenched balls a swipe with the fingers running a tremor in his groin. She had stopped licking and it was troubling him. She wanted to tease him and torment him. She did not want to be easy this time. The soft, well-sprung bed on which they lay bounced and bucked with her lover's heavy, insistent rhythm.
Hema slid a finger down her crack, parting her cunt-lips gently with one hand, the other still on her nipples. Her finger curved into her cunt. She arched her back slowly, in exquisite delight, and slid her finger in deeper, to the knuckle, feeling the moist heat of her cunt and the hard tongue of her clitoris. She began to masturbate slowly.
