Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

Amazing update and this updates flow makes me More exciting and more hard

Thank you so much.

Really appreciate your support.

[ananth1986]

We enjoyed how Rohan enjoy Mamta.
Continue please

[prasannas2001]

We enjoyed how Rohan enjoy Mamta.
Continue please

 
 
 
 Thank you so much. I truly appreciate your help. 
 
  
 Yes, I will continue. Just wrapping up my office work. I will start giving updates after 5pm India time. 
 

 

[prasannas2001]

 
 
 
 
OK all, just finished my work for the day, I am going to give you some updates today. Please stay tuned.  
 
 
 
 
 

[prasannas2001]

 
 
Rohan brought them to his lips, his eyes never leaving hers, and sucked them clean with a deliberate, almost reverent slowness.
 
His tongue swirled around each digit, tasting every drop of her, and a low, satisfied groan rumbled from deep in his chest.
 
"You taste even better than I imagined," he said, his voice thick and husky.
 
"Sweet and wet and so fucking perfect. I could spend the rest of my life just tasting you."
 
She stared at him, her chest heaving, her skin flushed a deep, rosy pink that spread from her cheeks down to the swell of her breasts.
 
Her eyes were wide, dark pools of desire, and her lips were parted, still trembling from the aftershocks of his touch.
 
"You're... you're a menace," she whispered, her voice a shaky, breathless mix of awe and accusation.
 
"I'm yours," he corrected, a possessive edge creeping into his voice.
 
His hands found the waistband of her petticoat, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed the thin fabric down over her hips, baring her completely.
 
The cotton slid down her thighs, past her knees, and pooled at her feet, leaving her utterly naked before him.
 
She was bare beneath him, exposed and trembling in the soft grey light.
 
Every inch of her skin glowed with warmth, her body a masterpiece of soft curves and delicate hollows.
 
He sat back on his heels for a moment, just looking at her, drinking in the sight of her sprawled before him, her full breasts heaving, her belly rising and falling with each ragged breath, the dark triangle of hair between her thighs glistening with evidence of her desire.
 
He spread her thighs slowly, his hands firm on her soft, warm flesh, and stepped between them, positioning himself so that he could feel the heat radiating from her core against his clothed body.
 
The contrast of his rough denim against her bare skin made her gasp, and he smiled, a predatory curve of his lips.
 
 
 

[prasannas2001]

 
 
"And I'm going to make you feel so good," he murmured, his hands gripping her thighs, his thumbs stroking the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. "So good you'll forget your own name."
 
He leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, hungry kiss.
 
His tongue swept into her mouth, tasting himself on her, and she moaned into him, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
 
She could feel the hard length of him pressing against her thigh through his jeans, and her body instinctively arched toward him, seeking more contact.
 
"Look at you," he breathed, pulling back just enough to drink her in.
 
His eyes roamed over her, from her kiss-swollen lips to her heaving chest to the way her hips shifted restlessly beneath him. "So beautiful. So ready. Every inch of you is trembling for me. And you wanted me to stop?"
 
She laughed, a soft, breathless sound that was part defiance, part surrender.
 
"I wanted you to work for it," she said, a wicked smile curving her lips.
 
"And you did. You worked so hard."
 
He laughed too, a low, dark sound that vibrated through her.
 
"I'm not done working."
 
His hands slid up her thighs, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin at the junction of her hips. "I'm just getting started. There are still so many places I haven't tasted, so many sounds I haven't drawn from your lips, so many shivers I haven't earned."
 
He dipped his head, pressing a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, and between her breasts.
 
He paused there, pressing his lips to her sternum, feeling her heart racing beneath his mouth.
 
"I want to memorize every inch of you," he murmured against her skin.
 
"I want to know what makes you gasp, what makes you moan, what makes you lose control completely." His hands found her hips, gripping them firmly. "And I'm going to take my time doing it."
 
His fingers traced the curve of her hip, the dip of her waist, the soft swell of her belly.
 
 
 

[prasannas2001]

 
 
Rohan touched her like she was something precious, something to be worshipped, his fingertips feather-light against her heated skin.
 
She shivered beneath him, her breath catching with every brush of his fingers.
 
His hands slid lower, finding the tops of her thighs where they met her hips.
 
He pressed his thumbs into the soft flesh there, kneading gently, feeling the warmth and give of her skin beneath his touch.
 
Her thighs were impossibly soft, the skin smooth and warm, and he traced the full length of them with his palms, from the sensitive juncture at her hips down to her knees and back up again.
 
She whimpered softly, her legs parting wider beneath his hands, an invitation he accepted with a low, approving hum.
 
"Your thighs," he murmured, his voice thick with reverence. "So soft. So warm. I could spend hours here, just touching you, feeling you respond to me."
 
He leaned down, pressing his lips to the inside of her thigh, just above her knee.
 
He kissed a slow, torturous path upward, his lips trailing fire across her skin, tasting the salt and sweetness of her.
 
His tongue flicked out, tracing the sensitive crease where her thigh met her body, and she gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily beneath him.
 
"So responsive," he breathed against her skin. "Every touch, every kiss, you feel it all, don't you? I love the way your body speaks to me."
 
He continued his worship of her thighs, kissing, licking, nipping at the soft flesh, leaving a trail of wet, heated marks that made her squirm with pleasure.
 
His hands gripped her thighs firmly, spreading them wider, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze.
 
He could see the evidence of her desire glistening at her core, and he smiled, a dark, satisfied smile.
 
"Turn around for me," he said softly, his hands guiding her hips. "I want to see all of you. I want to worship every inch."
 
She obeyed without hesitation, rolling onto her stomach, her body a vision of soft curves and smooth skin.
 
 
 
 

[prasannas2001]

 
 
The graceful arch of Mamta’s back, the gentle flare of her hips, the perfect roundness of her ass, it was a sight that made his breath catch in his throat.
 
"God," he breathed, his voice barely a whisper. "You're even more beautiful from this angle."
 
He knelt behind her, his hands finding the smooth expanse of her back.
 
He traced the elegant line of her spine, following the shallow groove that led from the base of her neck to the small of her back.
 
His fingers were light, barely grazing her skin, and she shivered beneath him, a soft, breathy moan escaping her lips.
 
"Your back," he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to her shoulder blade. "It's perfect. Every curve, every dip. I want to kiss every inch of it."
 
He began to do just that, his lips tracing the line of her spine, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses to each vertebra.
 
He took his time, his mouth moving slowly, reverently, tasting her warm skin.
 
She arched beneath him, pressing her back into his lips, seeking more contact, and he smiled against her skin.
 
"You like that, don't you?" he whispered. "You like being worshipped. Being adored. Being made to feel like the most beautiful woman in the world."
 
"Yes," she breathed, her voice muffled by the cushion. "I love it. I love the way you touch me."
 
He reached the small of her back, pausing there to press his lips to the delicate dimples just above the curve of her ass.
 
She gasped, her hips twitching beneath his mouth, and he laughed softly, a low, knowing sound.
 
"You're so sensitive here," he murmured, his thumbs stroking those same dimples. "I can feel you trembling. I can feel how much you want this."
 
He kissed his way lower, his lips trailing down the curve of her spine until they reached the top of her ass.
 
He paused there, his hands gripping her ass cheeks, feeling their firm, round fullness.
 
 
 

[prasannas2001]

 
 
Mamta’s ass cheeks were perfect, soft and warm and incredibly responsive to his touch.
 
"Your ass," he breathed, his voice reverent. "I've dreamed about this. I've imagined what it would feel like to hold you like this, to touch you here."
 
He squeezed gently, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath his palms.
 
She moaned, a low, throaty sound that made his blood run hot, and she pushed back against his hands, pressing herself into his touch.
 
"So eager," he murmured approvingly. "So hungry for my touch."
 
He leaned down, pressing a kiss to one of her ass cheeks, then the other.
 
He kissed his way across the curve of her ass, slow and deliberate, savoring the taste of her skin.
 
His tongue traced the cleft between them, and she cried out, her fingers clutching the cushion beneath her.
 
"Rohan… please…"
 
"Please what?" He nipped gently at her skin, his teeth grazing her soft flesh. "Tell me what you need."
 
"I need you," she gasped. "I need you to make me feel everything."
 
He smiled against her skin, his hands gripping her cheeks, spreading them slightly.
 
He pressed another kiss to her sensitive skin, his tongue tracing the soft curve, and she shuddered violently beneath him.
 
"I'm going to worship every inch of you," he promised, his voice a low, husky rumble. "Every curve, every crease, every beautiful part of you. You're mine to adore, and I'm going to do it properly."
 
He spent long, delicious moments there, his lips and hands worshipping her from every angle.
 
He kissed the swell of her cheeks, traced their curve with his tongue, pressed his lips to the sensitive skin where her thighs met her ass.
 
He gripped her firmly, kneading her soft flesh, feeling her respond to every touch, every caress.
 
She was a symphony of breathless gasps and soft moans, her body arching and writhing beneath his devoted attention.
 
"Turn over for me again," he finally said, his hands guiding her hips. "I want to see your face when I make you come undone."
 
 

[prasannas2001]

 
 
Mamta rolled back onto her back, her eyes dark and hazy with desire, her skin flushed and glistening.
 
She looked utterly debauched, utterly beautiful, and he drank in the sight of her with a hunger that bordered on obsession.
 
"That's my girl," he murmured, lowering his head to her stomach. "Now let me show you what else I can do."
 
"You touch me like I'm made of glass," she whispered, her voice trembling.
 
"You're not made of glass," he corrected, his voice a low, reverent murmur. "You're made of silk and honey and fire. And I want to touch every single part of you until you're burning for me."
 
Rohan's eyes roamed over her body with an intensity that made her skin flush with heat.
 
His hand slid lower, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, moving slowly, deliberately, torturously toward her center.
 
She held her breath, her body tense with anticipation, and when his fingers finally brushed against her slick, swollen folds, she cried out, a sharp, desperate sound that filled the room.
 
"Rohan…"
 
He smiled, a slow, wicked smile that made her stomach flip. "I want you so much Mamta… More than you can imagine."
 
His fingers parted her folds, revealing the glistening pink flesh within. He leaned in, inhaling her musky scent before lowering his head.
 
His mouth found her clit, and she screamed his name as his tongue swept across her most sensitive spot.
 
His hands gripped her thighs, holding her steady as he devoured her, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate circles that drove her to the edge and beyond.
 
He alternated between broad, flat strokes of his tongue and precise, pointed flicks against her throbbing bundle of nerves.
 
Her hips bucked against his face, seeking more friction, more pressure, more of everything he was giving her.
 
Rohan slid one finger inside her tight heat, then another, curling them upward to stroke that special spot deep within as he continued to feast on her clit.
 
The dual stimulation sent her spiraling toward ecstasy.
 
 
 

[prasannas2001]

 
 

 
Mamta’s breath came in ragged gasps, her nails digging into the sofa cushions. "Don't stop," she begged, her voice barely recognizable as her own. "Please, Rohan, don't stop."
 
"Oh god… Rohan…"
 
He hummed against her, the vibration sending a shockwave through her body.
 
He worked her slowly, deliberately, building her up until she was trembling on the edge.
 
"Come for me," he murmured, his fingers sliding inside her again. "I want to feel you come."
 
He increased his pace, his fingers pumping in and out of her while his tongue worked faster against her clit.
 
The sounds of his mouth on her wet flesh filled the room, obscene, beautiful, the most intimate music she had ever heard.
 
Her climax was a violent, shuddering thing that ripped through her, her back arching off the sofa, her fingers twisting in the fabric beneath her.
 
Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, each more intense than the last.
 
Rohan held her through it, his tongue gentling her as the spasms gradually subsided, and when she finally collapsed back, trembling and breathless, he lifted his head, his lips glistening with her essence.
 
"See?" he said softly, his voice a satisfied purr. "I told you I was just getting started."
 
She could only manage a weak, breathless laugh, her body still quivering from the intensity of her release.
 
And he smiled, leaning down to kiss her softly, tasting herself on his lips once more.
 
He kissed her again, soft and sweet, a stark contrast to the raw hunger of moments before.
 
Her lips were warm and pliant beneath his, and he could feel the trembling anticipation in her body. She was ready, or at least, she believed she was.
 
"I'm ready," she whispered against his mouth, her voice a fragile, breathless thing. "I'm ready for you."
 
He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, searching for any flicker of doubt. "Are you sure?"
 
"Yes." She nodded, her gaze steady but her hands trembling against his chest. "Please. I need you. I need to feel you."
 
 
 

[prasannas2001]

 
 
 
Rohan’s heart surged with a fierce, possessive joy.
 
This was it.
 
The moment he had been building toward for weeks, the culmination of every stolen glance, every lingering touch, every whispered promise.
 
She was offering herself to him, completely and without reservation, and he was going to take her.
 
 
 
His hands moved to his own body, his fingers finding the button of his jeans with trembling urgency.
 
He unfastened them slowly, deliberately, his eyes never leaving hers.
 
The sound of his zipper lowering was loud in the quiet room, and he watched her watch him, her breath catching in her throat.
 
He pushed his jeans down his hips, then his boxers, freeing himself at last.
 
The cool air hit his heated skin, and he groaned softly at the relief of finally being bare before her.
 
He stood there for a moment, completely naked, letting her see all of him… every inch of his aching, desperate cock.
 
Mamta's eyes went wide.
 
She had only seen her husband before. But her husband’s was nothing like this.
 
Her gaze traveled down his body, taking in the hard planes of his chest, the taut muscles of his abdomen, and then lower, to where his thick, rigid lengthy dick jutted out from his body, heavy and full and impossibly large.
 
Her lips parted in a silent gasp, her eyes widening even further as she took in the sight of him.
 
He was much thicker than she had imagined, the girth of him making her stomach flutter with a mixture of fear and fascination.
 
And the length, God, the length of his cock.
 
He was longer than anything she had ever seen and imagined, longer than she had ever thought possible, and the sight of him made her breath catch in her throat.
 
He was magnificent.
And terrifying.
And so achingly beautiful that she couldn't look away.
 
"Rohan…" she breathed, her voice barely a whisper. "You're… you're so…"
 
"Big?" He smiled, a slow, knowing curve of his lips. He wrapped his fingers around his thick shaft, stroking himself slowly, watching her eyes track the movement. "I know. "
 
 
 

[prasannas2001]

 
 

 
Mamta swallowed hard, her throat dry.
 
She could see every detail of his cock… the thick veins that ran along his length, the broad, flared head that glistened with a bead of moisture at the tip.
 
His dick was so much more than she had anticipated, so much more than she had prepared herself for.
 
Her body responded instinctively, a rush of heat flooding her core, her thighs clenching together involuntarily.
 
"I didn't…" She shook her head, her eyes still fixed on him. "I've never seen anything like yours. I didn't know… I didn't know it could be…"
 
"Could be what?" he prompted, his voice a low, husky murmur.
 
He stepped closer, his thick lengthy dick bobbing with each movement, and she could feel the heat radiating from him. "Could be this big? This thick? This much?"
 
She nodded, unable to form words. Her heart was pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears.
 
A part of her was thinking of how it would feel inside her, and worried whether she could even take all of him.
 
But another part, a deeper, more primal part, was burning with curiosity, with a desperate, aching need to know what he would feel like.
 
"Don't worry," he said softly, his hand still stroking himself, his eyes dark and intense. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm going to be so gentle with you, Mamta. So careful. I'm going to take care of you."
 
His hand moved to position himself at her entrance, the thick head of his cock pressing against her wet, slick folds of her pussy.
 
The heat of her radiated against him, and he could feel her wetness, her readiness, her surrender.
 
The contrast between his thick, rigid length and her soft, yielding flesh made him shudder with need.
 
He looked down at her, at the way her eyes fluttered closed, at the way her lips parted in anticipation.
 
He could see the fear mixed with desire in her expression, the way her body was trembling with both longing and uncertainty.
 
 

[prasannas2001]

 
 

 
Rohan could feel her wetness coating the head of his cock, slick and inviting, and he had to fight every instinct to simply thrust forward and bury himself inside her.
 
"Look at me," he commanded softly, and her eyes fluttered open. "I want you to watch. I want you to see what you do to me. I want you to see how much I want you."
 
He pressed forward, the head of his cock beginning to part her slick folds, and she gasped, her eyes wide as she felt the first shocking pressure of his immense size against her most sensitive place.
 
"Rohan…" she breathed, a soft, uncertain murmur.
 
"Shh," he soothed, his voice a low, gentle rumble. "I'm right here. I've got you. Just relax."
 
He began to push his cock further inside her soft, wet pussy, a slow, careful pressure that made his entire body tremble with need.
 
The tip of his dick that has been pressed against her slick folds of her pussy is slowly making its way, and he could feel the tight, welcoming heat of her body, so close, so achingly close.
 
And then she tensed.
 
Her entire body went rigid beneath him, her breath catching in a sharp, strangled gasp.
 
Her hands flew to his chest, pushing against him with a sudden, panicked urgency.
 
"Stop," she whispered, her voice cracking. "Please stop. Please."
 
The word hit him like a physical blow.
 
He pulled back immediately, a sharp, visceral reaction that left him reeling.
 
The sudden absence of her heat, the sudden withdrawal from the precipice of fulfillment, it was dizzying, disorienting.
 
His body screamed at him, every nerve ending crying out for completion, for the release that had been so tantalizingly close.
 
His hands were shaking as he sat back on his heels, his chest heaving, his skin flushed and slick with sweat.
 
He looked down at himself, hard, aching, desperate, and felt a wave of frustration so intense it nearly knocked the breath from him.
 
His jaw tightened, his teeth grinding together as he fought to control the roaring need that pulsed through his veins.
 
 
 

[prasannas2001]

 
 
 
 
"Mamta…" Rohan started, his voice strained, barely recognizable.
 
"I can't." She was shaking, her eyes wide and glassy with unshed tears. "I thought I could but… I can't. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
 
The apology broke something inside him. He could see the fear in her eyes, the shame, the guilt.
 
She was berating herself, punishing herself for something she couldn't control. And despite the ache in his body, despite the throbbing frustration that made his vision blur at the edges, he couldn't bear to see her like this.
 
"Shh." He cupped her face, his thumbs brushing away the tears that had begun to spill down her cheeks.
 
His voice was gentle, careful, though it cost him every ounce of his self-control. "It's okay. It's okay. Don't cry."
 
"I'm sorry," she sobbed, her voice breaking. "I'm so sorry. I wanted to, I thought I was ready, "
 
"Don't be sorry," he said firmly, his hands cradling her face. "There's nothing to be sorry for. I understand. I completely understand."
 
She shook her head, fresh tears streaming down her cheeks. "I thought I was ready. I wanted to be ready. I wanted to give myself to you. But when it came down to it, when I felt you there, I just, I panicked. I couldn't, "
 
"Shh," he soothed, though the sound of her words made his stomach twist with a complex knot of frustration and tenderness.
 
He pressed his forehead to hers, breathing deeply, trying to calm the raging storm inside him. "I know. I understand. And I'm not angry. I could never be angry with you."
 
She looked at him through tear-filled eyes, searching his face for any sign of disappointment, any flicker of resentment.
 
He forced himself to smile, to be gentle, to push down the aching need that still pulsed through his body.
 
"You're so good to me," she whispered, her voice trembling.
 
"I want to be good to you," he said, his thumbs stroking her cheeks. "I want to take care of you. That's all I've ever wanted."
 
He leaned down and kissed her forehead, his lips lingering there for a long moment.
 
 
 

[prasannas2001]

 
 
 
 
Rohan could feel the heat of her skin, the salt of her tears, the fragile flutter of her breath against his chin. He kissed her cheek, tasting her tears, then her lips, soft and trembling beneath his.
 
"I'm sorry," she said again, her voice muffled against his mouth. "I know you wanted…"
 
"I wanted you to be comfortable," he interrupted, pulling back to look into her eyes.
 
"I wanted you to feel safe. That's all I've ever wanted. Nothing else matters to me. Not my needs, not my desires, only you. Only how you feel."
 
"But…"
 
"No buts." His voice was firm, though gentle.
 
"This is about you. About what you want. About what you need. If you're not ready, then we stop. Simple as that."
 
She stared at him, her eyes searching his face, looking for the lie, the disappointment he was trying so hard to hide.
 
He held her gaze, letting her see only warmth, only patience, only love.
 
"You really mean that?" she asked, her voice small, fragile.
 
"I really mean it." He pressed his lips to her forehead again.
 
"I'll wait as long as it takes. I'll wait forever if that's what you need. You're worth waiting for, Mamta. You're worth everything."
 
She smiled through her tears, a watery, trembling smile that made his heart ache. "You're too good to me."
 
"No, I'm not." He shook his head slowly, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw.
 
"I'm exactly what you need. And what you need right now is patience. Is safety. Is love. And I can give you that. I will give you that."
 
He kissed her again, soft and slow, pouring every ounce of his control into the gentle press of his lips.
 
His body still ached, still throbbed with unsatisfied need, but he forced himself to ignore it, to bury it deep where she couldn't see.
 
"Can I hold you?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just hold you?"
 
"Yes." She nodded eagerly. "Please. I need that. I need to feel you close."

 
 
 

[prasannas2001]

 
 
 
 
Rohan pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her, feeling her soft body press against his.
 
She nestled against his chest, her cheek resting over his heart, and he stroked her back with slow, soothing circles.
 
"I don't know what's wrong with me," she whispered into his skin.
 
"I want you. I want this. But when it comes down to it, "
 
"Your body remembers," he said softly, understanding dawning in his voice.
 
"It remembers being hurt. It remembers being used. And it's protecting you."
 
"Yes." Her voice was muffled, thick with tears. "Yes. That's exactly it."
 
"And you need to trust," he continued, his hand still stroking her back.
 
"You need to feel safe. Completely safe. And I'm going to give you that. I'm going to make you feel so safe."
 
She looked up at him, her eyes red-rimmed and vulnerable. "Promise?"
 
"I promise." He kissed her forehead. "I swear it on my life. I will never, ever hurt you. I will never push you. I will never take what you're not ready to give."
 
They lay in silence for a long moment, his hand tracing lazy patterns on her back, her body slowly relaxing against his.
 
He could feel the tension draining from her, could hear her breathing evening out.
 
"Will you stay?" she whispered. "Just for a little while?"
 
"I'll stay as long as you want me to." He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "I'm not going anywhere."
 
He held her close, feeling her heartbeat against his chest, feeling the warmth of her body pressed against his.
 
His own body still clamored for release, still throbbed with unsatisfied desire, but he forced it down, forced himself to focus on her, on her comfort, on her peace.
 
"I love you," he said softly, the words slipping out unbidden.
 
She looked up at him, her eyes widening. "You really mean that?"
 
"I really mean it." He cupped her face, his thumb stroking her cheek.
 
"I love you, Mamta. I've loved you since the first time I saw you. And I will love you for the rest of my life."

 
 
 

[prasannas2001]

 
 
 
 
 
Closing the updates for this week. I will give you two more updates, before I wrap up.
 
 
 
 
 

[prasannas2001]

Mamta 
 
 

[prasannas2001]