Of course, he's a good boy

Mark took in the sight of Angela's throbbing womanhood, his mouth agape as the aroma of her arousal filled his head. Up so close he could see the glacial flow of her juices along the rippling contours of her labia, the intoxicating vision irresistible once her command pierced his consciousness.

Mark leaned forward and in much the same way he had tentatively begun his exploration of her underwear, he first stuck out his tongue and graced the woman with a light, gentle lick. While he only barely made contact with Angela's slick outer folds, he was rewarded with infinitely more of her flavour, his tongue coming away lathered in her musky, thick juices.

"Good boy." came the woman's voice in a hushed but firm whisper, sending a shiver up Mark's spine and urging him on, this time burying the tip of his tongue into her folds and giving her a long, slow lick upward. Mark came away with cheeks and chin glistening with her fluids and as he looked up into the assertive older woman's stern gaze he felt himself crumble inside. He slid down onto his knees, lowering himself to the bathroom floor for her and she rewarded him with an approving nod before spreading herself wider and pressing herself onto him. Angela's sloppy cunt enveloped Mark's upturned face, her slick wet lips sliding over him, mashing against his nose and lips as he hungrily lapped at her.

It was only a short few moments later that Mark's painfully erect cock ejaculated powerfully into the confines of his pants. After what had seemed like hours of torment, his throbbing tip having been uncomfortably wedged inside a tangle of underwear he burst, spurting directly into the taut fabric of his pants, a large wet patch forming and growing with each pulse of his climax.

Mark moaned in pleasure as he released his pent up seed and Angela cooed encouragingly from above, her fingers caressing the back of his head, her manicured nails sending shivers through the young man as he shuddered beneath her.

Angela felt her own climax building, so while she gripped the back of Mark's head with one hand, she used the other for support, gripping onto the sink as she began to forcefully grind herself into him, fucking his face. She mashed him into herself, guiding him to her most pleasurable spots as she bucked her hips until, suddenly she exploded showering the young man with several thick squirts of discharge. Mark moaned in pleasure as she came, Angela's only sound a low, throaty growl of triumph as the last of her orgasm pulsed away.

Finally Angela took a step back, her legs still shaking slightly as she came down from her blissful high. She smirked down at Mark, studying him from over her glasses as he looked back sheepishly. The young man looked broken, his face a slick mess and his pants soaked through with his own cum. His expression of sheer stunned innocence sent a pang of guilt through the woman, which she quickly pushed aside, careful not to let her stony exterior slip.

Finally, Angela spoke. "Well I hope you've learnt your lesson young man." she snapped, pulling her robe closed and tying the sash, her ample cleavage threatening to spill from the loosely fastened garment. She opened up a cupboard to retrieve a wash cloth and a towel which she placed by the sink. "Go ahead and clean yourself up and," she nodded towards his cum-soaked crotch, "take those off, they are disgusting. You can't go anywhere like that."

Mark looked at her confused but she cut him off before he could speak. "Do it and wipe yourself off, you can leave them there." she said, gesturing towards the washing basket that started this whole situation. "I will bring you something clean to wear." Mark nodded weakly and began to stand as Angela left the room, closing the door behind her, properly this time.