You can't leave now

"Please," you moan.

"Please what?" Mrs. Cleft asks and grinds the heel of her palm into your pussy.

"Please, I'll stay," you gasp as she increases the pressure of her hand. "Make me cum."

"Mmmmmmmm," Mrs. Cleft's nonverbal reply is long and satisfied. "I've been fantasizing about your tight little pussy for a long time."

She licks down your ass cheek and towards the sopping slit between your legs. Mrs. Cleft moves her hand aside, running it down your thigh and then moving it up to hold your ass. Her lips find your pussy and she begins to kiss along your swollen labia. When her kiss finds your clit you shiver with pleasure.

Any pretense of gentle teasing is abandoned quickly by Mrs. Cleft. She bathes your soaking cunt with her tongue, drinking your flowing juices and licking greedily up and down your pussy. She pulls you against her mouth, buries her nose between the cheeks of your ass, and fucks you with her practiced tongue.

It's the sort of thing a guy would do, but Mrs. Cleft knows how to make it work. Rather than simply stiffening her tongue and sliding it in and out of your pussy, she jams it against your clit and flicks her tongue across your hard pearl each time her lips mash against your slit.

The ripples of pleasure radiating from your clit begin to overlap and build towards a crescendo. She works her face from side to side, pulls your ass against her mouth, and flicks and sucks and slurps on your cunt like it is her greatest fantasy. You push back to meet her rhythmic tongue-fucking, jamming your clit back against her tongue and thrilling as the tip of her nose prods your spit-slicked asshole.

It's the filthiest and most intense pussy eating session you've ever experienced and after several minutes of nearly constant tiny orgasms they grow into a screaming deep spasm that wracks your whole body. You arch your back and thrust your ass into Mrs. Cleft's face.

She uses her tongue and her hand to batter your clit and squeeze your pussy until you scream out, "YES! Fuck yes, Mrs. Cleft! I'm cumming!"

She moans, her mouth full of your sex, as you flood her tongue with your juices. Your legs quake from the power of the orgasm and as you finally slide down from the heights of your climax you are shocked to hear hands clapping.

You look back as Mrs. Cleft pulls away, her face glistening with your girl-cum. Her husband is standing beside her in a blue blazer and a yellow tie. You can see the large bulge at the front of his blue slacks. You feel completely exposed as the cool basement air and Mr. Cleft's gaze meet your saliva-covered entrances.