Give you your drink

She grabbed you by the head, positioning you on all fours, with your head facing towards the fluorescent lights. You watched submissively as your Indian mistress peeled down her skirt, displaying her two tall, lean legs and her smooth sun-kissed brown skin that led up to a dark purple-lipped pussy covered in thick black curls.

She stood over you spreading her legs wide as she straddled your small white face. Your nose just inches from her hot, wet pussy. A shiver went down your spine as she started to lower her pelvis to your face.

If this had been a day ago, you would have considered yourself the luckiest man in the World, but now you just felt like some two-bit exploited whore.

Your mistress stared down at you, a look of anticipation and domineering lust plastered across her dark, exotic features.

"Eat my cunt, you dirty white slut," she groaned, grasping your blond hair from the back, and pinning your head between her legs. You moaned as your nose and lips sealed against her soaked pussy, filling them with the smell of lilacs, sweat, and pussy.

You began to lick, more to get an air gap to breath, then to give her pleasure, but either way, she elicited moans and groans and deep breathes as your tongue drilled deep between the smooth slick velvet walls and your nose rubbed against her purple button.

You lapped at her pussy, rapidly, **** to get her off quickly, and get her pubic hair off your face rather than give her the long pleasure and careful attention you would have if you had been a guy trying to fuck her.

You slurped up the oozing nectar, eager not to drown in it, as she humped your face, riding it like a saddle. You held your tongue flat, letting her slide her pussy up and down on your face, spreading cream, saliva, and juice from your nose to your chin.

With both hands now gripping the sides of your head, wrapping your blond hair with her black fingers, she increased her pace, grinding herself against you.