“Piss for me, Kakima, my sona darling ! I want all your golden pee,” Hanif begged. He gazed up at her over her puffy mound, his eyes two large pools of deep need. He reached up and cupped the undersides of her thighs, stroking with his thumbs and kneading her soft flesh.
Sharmila felt her bladder relaxing. A spurting stream of hot piss gushed from her cunt into the boy’s wide-open mouth. It hit the back of his throat with enough force to make him choke and cough.. He quickly recovered, swallowing the salty urine down and opened wide for more. She couldn’t wait any longer. She let it come, pissing strongly and filling the kid’s eager mouth.
Hanif let the hot brew flow in. It ballooned his cheeks and rapidly filled his mouth like a faucet filling a glass. Just as it poured over his lips and ran over his chin he gulped it down. He began to eagerly guzzle it as it came, straight from Sharmila’s messy pussy. He thrilled to the tangy saltiness of it, its warm, pungent smell. He let it fill his mouth once more then bent his head down and let it shower into his hair. Her piss soaked his head, plastering his hair to his skull. It rained over his ears and over his billowing cheeks. It trickled down his neck and sides, and over his smooth, thin chest.
Then Hanif turned his face up into the flow and opened his lips again, loving how it stung his eyes and dripped into his flaring nostrils. He wanted her piss everywhere! He leaned back and let her stinging spray hit him square on the chest. He jogged up his hips to feel it drum against his twitching cock and his tingling balls. As the flow arched lower he let his face fall into her pissing cunt and drank, sucking it out of her like he was dying of thirst. He was moaning and shaking and dripping from head to toe in her hot golden urine.
Sharmila Chowdhury groaned with lust seeing the kid bathing and gulping at her piss-flow. She felt a sharp pang of lust hit her in the belly as she stared at the wild sight. The kid was sucking hard at her open cunt. His naked body gleamed all over. She didn’t care that she was making a mess on the rug. She didn’t care about anything except what she was doing and how the kid was enjoying it all. She finally forced the last drops from her.
Hanif licked them up and fell back, his ass resting on his heels, wiping her piss into every pore. He tweaked his wet nipples and rubbed his hands down his tummy. He grasped his rampant cock and spread his legs, beating it off in front of her. “Oh god… Kakima, my darling… It’s so good, so good!” He cried as he fisted his little cock. Droplets of her pee were flung from his wet prick as he fisted it madly.
“Oh, baby, don’t waste it, honey!” Get up here and fuck your Kakima ! Hurry, baby, hurry!” Sharmila spread her legs wider and invited the boy in. Her pussy was the only place the boy had not shot off into and she was desperate to feel him cumming off in it.
Hanif rose to his feet, piss running off of him and down his slim legs. He jumped right on her and pushed his prick down to her pussy lip with his fingers. He thrust it into her sighing and moaning as he pushed straight up her, not stopping until he was buried fully within the great Bengalee celebriy’s eager body.