Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

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Super updates and i Am eagerly waiting for rohan Mamta and this time we need more than romance you know what I mean.

 
 
 

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Common guys keep support writer with your likes and comments and which makes cherish,support to writer and this story deserves more appreciation.

 
 
 
Hi Akash
 
I truly appreciate your support in this. That is so nice of you. 
 
It truly means a lot to me.
 
Once again thank you so much for your support. 
 
 

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Super updates. Very exciting.

 
 
 
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I totally agree with you. But unfortunately, this is the problem here. I know one of the best writers, Shailu. She stopped writing because of no encouragement.

 
 
 
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The sight of her, bare and vulnerable before him, was more intoxicating than anything he had ever imagined.
 
"Beautiful," he murmured, his hands rising to cup her breasts. They were impossibly soft and warm, and he felt a jolt of pure pleasure shoot through him at the contact.
 
His thumbs began to trace slow, lazy circles around her nipples, and she gasped, her back arching into his touch.
 
"So soft," he breathed. "So warm. You're perfect, Mamta. Absolutely perfect."
 
"Rohan…" Her voice was a broken plea.
 
"I want to taste you," he whispered, lowering his head. "I want to feel you in my mouth."
 
He took her taut nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak.
 
She cried out, a sharp, desperate cry, her fingers clutching his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. Her legs began to tremble, threatening to buckle beneath her.
 
"You taste so good," he murmured against her skin. "So sweet. Like honey and warm milk."
 
His lips moved to her other breast, giving it the same reverent attention. He suckled, licked, and teased her, the softness and firmness of her breasts driving him to the edge of madness.
 
He had seen them in the theater, but this was a world away from a shadowy glimpse.
 
Here, she was freshly showered, her skin still warm and slightly damp from the water, and the taste of her was intoxicating.
 
"Rohan…" Her head was thrown back, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.
 
"I can't stop," he said, his voice a ragged growl against her skin. "You're too delicious."
 
He pulled back for just a moment, his eyes drinking in the sight of her. Her breasts were glistening with his saliva, the nipples dark and swollen from his attention.
 
The sight of them, so full, so perfectly round, so utterly his in this moment, made his cock throb with a need so fierce it was almost painful.
 
He cupped them both in his hands, squeezing gently, feeling their weight, their impossible softness. They overflowed his palms, spilling through his fingers like warm, living silk.
 
 
 

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"Look at you," Rohan breathed, his thumbs stroking her nipples in slow, languid circles.
 
"These beautiful, perfect breasts. I've dreamed about them. I've fantasized about holding them, tasting them, feeling them against my face. And now… now you're here, bare for me, and I still can't believe you're real."
 
"Mmm... I know, I noticed you...  I noticed you looking at them, whenever we meet." 
   
He lowered his head again, but this time he didn't take her nipple immediately. Instead, he pressed his lips to the underside of her breast, kissing the soft, tender skin there.
 
He could feel her heartbeat beneath his mouth, rapid and frantic.
 
He kissed his way upward, tracing the full curve with his tongue, tasting the faint salt of her skin mixed with the lingering sweetness of her soap.
 
She shuddered beneath him, a soft moan escaping her lips.
 
"Your skin is so soft here," he murmured against her flesh. "So impossibly soft. I could bury my face between these breasts and never come up for air."
 
He did exactly that, pressing his face into the deep, warm valley between them. He inhaled deeply, her scent flooding his senses, jasmine, warmth, and something uniquely her.
 
He nuzzled against her, rubbing his cheeks against the smooth, heated skin, feeling her breasts press against either side of his face like the most exquisite pillows.
 
His hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as he lost himself in the sensation.
 
"God, Mamta," he groaned, his voice muffled by her flesh. "This is heaven. This is everything I wanted and more."
 
He pulled back just enough to take her left nipple into his mouth again, but this time he was slower, more deliberate. He circled it with the tip of his tongue, feeling it harden even more against his touch.
 
He sucked gently at first, then with increasing hunger, drawing her flesh deep into his mouth.
 
His hand found her other breast, kneading it rhythmically, his fingers rolling and pinching her nipple in time with his mouth.
 
 

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Mamta was gasping now, her chest heaving, her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, urging him on.
 
"Yes," she whimpered, her voice high and breathless. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
 
He released her nipple with a wet pop and looked up at her, his eyes dark and wild with desire. "I'm not stopping," he promised, his voice a low, husky rasp. "I'm never stopping. I could spend hours here, worshipping these perfect breasts. Days. Forever."
 
He turned his attention to her other breast, but this time he didn't just suckle, he devoured.
 
He took as much of her fullness into his mouth as he could, his tongue flattening against her nipple, pressing it against the roof of his mouth.
 
He suckled hard, drawing a sharp cry from her, and then he gentled, soothing her with soft licks and kisses.
 
He alternated between roughness and tenderness, driving her wild with the contrast.
 
His hands never stopped moving, never stopped exploring. He squeezed her breasts together, pressing them against his face, burying himself in their warmth.
 
He kissed the space between her breasts, then trailed his tongue along the top of her breast, following the line of her blouse that was no longer there.
 
He nipped at her collarbone, then returned to her nipples, unable to stay away from them for more than a few seconds.
 
"I love the weight of them," he murmured, lifting one heavy globe in his hand, feeling its fullness. "I love how they fill my hands, how they respond to my touch. I love how your nipples get so hard for me, how they beg for my mouth."
 
He licked a slow, wet stripe from the base of her breast to the very tip of her nipple, then blew a soft breath across the moistened peak. She shivered violently, a desperate whimper escaping her throat.
 
"Rohan, please…"
 
"Please what?" He smiled, a wicked, knowing smile. "Please keep going? Please never stop? Please devour you until you can't think straight?"
 
"Yes," she gasped. "All of it. All of that."
 
 

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Rohan laughed, a low, satisfied sound, and then he was back at her breasts, alternating between them, giving each equal attention.
 
He suckled her right nipple while his hand teased the left, then switched, never letting her grow accustomed to one sensation before introducing another.
 
He laved them with his tongue, bit them with the gentlest pressure, kissed them with reverence.
 
"Your breasts are perfect," he said, his voice reverent. "Round and full and soft. They're like ripe fruit, and I'm starving. I want to taste every inch of them. I want to memorize their shape with my tongue. I want to fall asleep with my face between them and wake up to the same."
 
He pressed his cheek against her chest, feeling the rapid flutter of her heartbeat against his skin.
 
He closed his eyes, savoring the moment, the warmth, the softness, the intoxicating scent of her. His hands continued to caress her, unable to stop touching her.
 
"I can feel your heart racing," he whispered. "Is that for me?"
 
"All for you," she breathed, her voice trembling. "All of it is for you."
 
He lifted his head, his eyes burning into hers. "Good. Because all of this is mine now." He squeezed her breasts gently, possessively. "These are mine. I'm going to taste them every chance I get. I'm going to kiss them, lick them, worship them until you can't remember a time when my mouth wasn't on you."
 
And with that, he dove back in, his lips and tongue and hands a frenzy of devotion against her soft, yielding flesh. He couldn't get enough.
 
He didn't want to get enough.
 
He wanted to lose himself in her, in the warmth and softness of her breasts, in the sounds of her pleasure, in the way she surrendered to him completely.
 
Time ceased to exist. The world beyond this kitchen, beyond her body, simply faded away.
 
He was hers, and she was his, and nothing else mattered.
 
He began to kiss his way down her body, his lips trailing a path of fire across her skin.
 
 

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Rohan kissed the valley between her breasts, his tongue lingering in the warm, fragrant hollow before moving lower.
 
He pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses to her sternum, feeling her heart racing beneath his lips, then continued his slow, deliberate descent.
 
The soft expanse of her belly rose and fell with her rapid breathing, and he paused there, captivated.
 
He had always admired her midriff, the way her saree would sometimes ride up just slightly when she reached for something, revealing that smooth, golden strip of skin.
 
But this was different.
 
This was his.
 
He pressed his lips to the center of her stomach, feeling the warmth of her flesh against his mouth, and she shivered beneath him.
 
"So soft," he murmured against her skin. "So warm. I've wanted to do this for so long. I've wanted to kiss every inch of you."
 
His tongue traced a lazy pattern across her belly, swirling in slow circles around her navel.
 
He felt her muscles flutter beneath his touch, a tiny involuntary twitch that made him smile against her skin.
 
Her belly button was a delicate, shallow indent, and he circled it with the tip of his tongue, teasing the sensitive rim.
 
She gasped, her hand flying to his hair, clutching at him.
 
"Rohan… that feels…" She couldn't finish the sentence, her breath hitching.
 
"Feels what?" he asked, his voice a low, teasing rumble against her skin. "Tell me."
 
"Feels incredible," she whispered. "I didn't know… I didn't know it could feel like this."
 
He smiled, his lips curving against her belly. "There's so much you don't know, Mamta. So much I want to show you."
 
He dipped his tongue into her navel, tasting the faint salt of her skin, feeling the delicate dip of her belly button against his tongue.
 
He explored it thoroughly, circling, probing, teasing, drinking in her soft gasps and shivers.
 
Her hips began to move beneath him, a subtle, instinctive rocking that told him everything he needed to know.
 
She was lost in the sensation, her body responding to his every touch.
 
 
 

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Rohan pressed his lips to the hollow of her navel, kissing it deeply, then trailed his tongue in a straight line downward, following the faint, silvery trail of fine hair that led from her belly button to the edge of her saree.
 
He paused there, his lips brushing the fabric, feeling the heat of her radiating through the thin cotton.
 
"Your belly is so beautiful," he breathed, his hands splaying across her waist, his thumbs stroking the soft skin just above her hips.
 
"I could kiss it forever. I could write poetry about it. Every curve, every dip, every inch of you is perfect."
 
He kissed her belly again, this time with more passion, his lips moving in slow, languid circles across the soft expanse.
 
He traced the subtle curve of her waist, following the natural line of her body, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath his mouth.
 
His tongue flicked out, tasting her, and she moaned, a low, throaty sound that made his blood sing.
 
"I love the way you taste," he murmured. "I love the way your skin feels against my lips. I love the way you shiver when I touch you here." He pressed his tongue flat against her belly button, dragging it upward in a slow, wet path. "I love the way you respond to me. Every little gasp. Every tremble. It's intoxicating."
 
He kissed his way across her belly, from one side to the other, his lips tracing a slow, deliberate path that left no inch unexplored.
 
He nuzzled into the soft curve of her side, inhaling her scent, then returned to her navel, unable to stay away from it.
 
He pressed his lips to it once more, feeling its delicate shape against his mouth, and she squirmed beneath him, a breathless laugh escaping her.
 
"You're tickling me," she whispered, her voice a mix of pleasure and protest.
 
"Am I?" He smiled against her skin. "Should I stop?"
 
"No," she said quickly, her hand tightening in his hair. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
 
 
 

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Rohan laughed softly, his breath warm against her belly. "I wasn't planning to."
 
He continued his worship of her midriff, his hands moving to her hips, holding her steady as his mouth explored.
 
He kissed the curve of her waist, the soft swell just above her hip bone, the delicate hollow of her navel.
 
He traced patterns on her skin with his tongue, circles, spirals, lazy figure-eights, each touch drawing a soft, shuddering breath from her.
 
Her skin was warm and slightly damp, glowing with the faint sheen of her arousal, and he couldn't get enough.
 
"You're so responsive," he murmured against her belly. "Every touch, every kiss, you feel it all, don't you? You feel it in your bones."
 
"Yes," she breathed, her voice barely audible. "I feel everything with you. Everything."
 
He kissed her belly one last time, lingering there, pressing his lips to her skin as if in prayer.
 
Then he continued his descent, his lips trailing down to the curve of her hip, where he paused to kiss the delicate jut of bone beneath her soft skin.
 
Finally, he knelt before her, his hands finding the edge of her saree. He pressed his lips to the fabric, feeling the heat of her through the thin cotton, his breath warm against her thigh.
 
"I want to feel all of you," he said, his hands grasping the saree. "I want to feel your skin against mine."
 
"Mmm…" It was a soft, incoherent sound of surrender, her head thrown back, her body trembling with anticipation.
 
It was all the confirmation he needed. He pulled the saree loose, and the fabric slithered to the floor in a silken heap, leaving her standing before him in nothing but her flimsy petticoat.
 
The thin cotton was damp with her heat, clinging to her every curve like a second skin.
 
"So beautiful," he breathed, his eyes raking over her. "Every inch of you is perfect."
 
"Ahhh," she whispered, a desperate cry that was both plea and answer.
 
"Let me have you," he murmured, his hands finding her hips. "Let me taste you. Let me feel you."
 
 
 

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Rohan lifted her easily, cradling her against his chest as if she weighed nothing.
 
Her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers tangling in the hair at his nape.
 
Her lips found his in a desperate, searching kiss, her tongue sliding against his as if she was trying to taste every last remnant of herself on him.
 
"Rohan…" His name was a broken whisper against his mouth.
 
"I've got you," he murmured, carrying her through the familiar doorway. "I've always got you. I'll always have you."
 
The bedroom was bathed in soft, muted light filtering through sheer curtains.
 
He laid her down on the bed with a reverence that bordered on worship, his body following hers, covering her, caging her in with his warmth.
 
The mattress dipped beneath their combined weight, and she felt the solid, comforting pressure of him above her, his chest pressed against her breasts, his thighs slotting between hers, his hardness a branding heat against her hip.
 
Her skin was warm and supple beneath him, her flesh yielding to his touch like soft clay in the hands of a sculptor.
 
"I want to make love to you," he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, his breath hot and uneven. "I want to feel all of you. I want to be inside you. I want to watch you fall apart beneath me and know that I'm the one who did that to you."
 
"I want that too," she breathed, her voice trembling with need. "More than anything."
 
"Are you sure?" He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, searching them.
 
"Because once I start, I don't know if I'll be able to stop. I've wanted this for so long, Mamta. I've dreamed about it. I've touched myself thinking about it. And now that you're here, bare and willing beneath me… I don't know if I have the strength to be gentle."
 
"Mmm," she said, her voice steady despite the tremors racing through her body. "I don’t know… But I know I want this…" 
 
 
 

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Amazing updates, the way you describing foreplay is superb and it makes me very hard.

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"Ecstatic," Rohan breathed, his fingers finding the edge of her petticoat, dipping lower, brushing against her pussy through the thin, damp fabric.
 
A shudder ran through him as he felt the heat radiating from her core. "God, you're so wet. All this from just a little teasing?"
 
"All this from you," she corrected, her hips pressing into his hand, seeking more friction. "You're the one who…" Her words dissolved into a sharp gasp as his thumb found her clit through the fabric, circling it with agonizing precision.
 
"I'm the one what?" His voice was a dark, teasing purr, his thumb pressing down slightly harder, feeling her swell beneath his touch.
 
"You're the one who's impossible," she gasped, her head falling back against the pillow, her neck arching. "You're the one who's been torturing me for weeks with those looks, those touches, those whispered words that made me burn."
 
"And you're the one who's melting," he said, his voice a low, possessive growl against her throat.
 
"Right in my hands. Exactly where I want you. I can feel how much you want me. I can feel it in the way you tremble, in the way you push against my hand like you can't get enough."
 
He kissed her neck, his lips tracing the frantic pulse point at her throat while his thumb continued its lazy, torturous circles. She was writhing beneath him now, a soft, breathless whimper escaping her lips with every rotation of his thumb.
 
The thin cotton of her petticoat was soaked through, clinging to her folds, and he could feel every contour of her through the fabric, the plush heat of her, the way she opened for him even through the barrier.
 
He pushed the petticoat down just enough, exposing her slick, swollen flesh of her pussy to the cool air of the room.
 
She gasped at the sudden sensation, and then his fingers were there, sliding through her wetness of the her pussy lips, parting her folds with a slow, deliberate reverence.
 
 
 

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Rohan’s middle finger found the small entrance of her pussy, and he pressed inside her pussy just slightly, not enough to claim her, just enough to feel her heat, her impossible tightness.
 
She has been away from her husband for a long time.
 
He can tell how much she wants him.
 
"I want to remember this," he murmured, his eyes locked on hers. "I want to remember the way you feel. The way your body welcomes me. The way your inner walls clench around my finger like you're trying to hold me there."
 
He pressed deeper, curling his finger deep inside her clit, and she cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders, her back arching off the bed.
 
He could feel her inner walls fluttering around him, hot and wet and impossibly soft.
 
"You're so tight," he murmured, his finger moving slowly, deliberately, exploring her depths. "So warm. I can feel you clenching around me. You want more, don't you? You want all of me."
 
"Mmm…," she whispered, her eyes squeezed shut, her face flushed with desire. "Rohan, please…"
 
"Please what?" He added a second finger, stretching her gently, feeling her body yield to him.
 
He curled them inside her, finding that spot that made her gasp and buck against his hand. "Tell me what you want."
 
"I… I don't know what I want," she gasped, her words fragmented by pleasure. "I need… I need something… I don't know… But I want something…"
 
She was trembling now, her entire body taut like a drawn bow, her breath coming in sharp, desperate pants.
 
He could feel her teetering on the edge, her inner muscles of her wet pussy fluttering around his fingers.
 
"I know what you want, my dear," he said, his voice a dark, velvet caress.
 
"You want to fall apart. You want to let go completely. You want to surrender to this feeling and let me catch you when you shatter."
 
He withdrew his fingers slowly, deliberately, pulling them from the tightly holding inner walls of her pussy.
 
Savoring the sight of them glistening with her essence in the dim light.

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OK Guys, I am going to bed now. I will give you more updates tomorrow. 
 
 
 

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[prasannas2001]

Amazing updates, the way you describing foreplay is superb and it makes me very hard.

Thank you so much