Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
 

 
Mamta pulled back immediately, releasing him with a soft, wet pop.
 
The cool air of the room hit his slick, throbbing cock, a stark contrast to the furnace of her mouth.
 
In the darkness, he could hear her breathing, a little ragged, a little proud.
 
"Isn't that the point?" she asked, her voice a teasing, husky murmur.
 
He could picture the smirk on her face, the glint in her eye.
 
"Not yet," he replied, his voice still thick with lust.
 
His hands moved from her hair to her shoulders, his grip firm as he pulled her up his body.
 
He needed her, needed all of her.
 
"I want to be inside you when I come. I need to be inside you."
 
She understood instantly.
 
She moved with a grace that was breathtaking in the darkness, her body flowing over his.
 
He could feel the soft press of her breasts against his chest, the hard points of her nipples digging into his skin.
 
She straddled him, her knees on either side of his hips, her weight a welcome, grounding pressure.
 
He could feel the intense heat radiating from her core, a promise of the paradise to come.
 
"Guide me," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly with a mixture of anticipation and vulnerability.
 
He reached between them, his hand shaking slightly.
 
His fingers found her wet heat, and he groaned.
 
She was soaked, her folds slick and swollen with desire.
 
His fingers slid through her labia, exploring her softness, her heat.
 
He found the hard nub of her clit and circled it gently, and she cried out, her hips bucking against his hand.
 
He could feel her inner muscles fluttering, already clenching in anticipation.
 
He positioned his cock at her entrance, the broad, flared head nudging against her slick opening.
 
He held it there, letting them both feel the pressure, the promise.
 
His hands moved to her hips, his thumbs stroking the soft skin there.
 
 
 

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"Slowly," Rohan said, his voice a strained command.
 
"I want to feel every inch as you take me inside. I want to savor this."
 
She took a deep breath and began to lower herself.
 
The first moment of penetration was exquisite agony.
 
The head of his cock, thick and broad, stretched her entrance.
 
She was tight, incredibly tight, and he could feel the resistance of her body.
 
It was a sweet, yielding pressure, a door opening to welcome him home.
 
"Oh... Rohan," she gasped, her body tensing.
 
There was a flicker of pain in her voice, a sharp intake of breath.
 
He was big, bigger than she was used to, and her body was struggling to accommodate him.
 
"Relax," he murmured, his hands on her hips, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles.
 
"Breathe, Mamta. Let me in. Just a little at a time."
 
She nodded, though he couldn't see it.
 
He felt it in the way her body softened, the way she consciously unclenched her muscles.
 
She bore down, taking him deeper.
 
He watched in his mind's eye as his thick shaft disappeared into her body.
 
Inch by agonizing, glorious inch, she took him.
 
The feeling was indescribable.
 
It was a tight, wet, velvet grip that seemed to mold perfectly to the shape of his shaft.
 
He could feel every ripple, every flutter of her inner walls as they stretched to accommodate his cock.
 
The stretch was intense for her, a burning, stinging sensation that bordered on pain but was laced with an undeniable thread of pleasure.
 
She had never felt so full, so possessed.
 
He was rearranging her insides, claiming a space inside her pussy that had never been touched before. The virgin spots in her pussy, that were never touched, never claimed.
 
It was a profound act of surrender, a complete and total giving of herself to him.
 
 

[Prakash1986]

OMG!!! 

What a beauty. Look at her expression. 

Love it.

[prasannas2001]

 
 

 
Finally, with a soft cry, Mamta sank down the last few inches, her ass resting against his thighs.
 
His long and thick cock was fully inside her pussy, buried to the hilt.
 
They both froze, suspended in that moment of ultimate connection.
 
He could feel the head of his cock pressed deep against her cervix, a pressure that was both overwhelming and deeply satisfying.
 
"You feel incredible," he breathed, his hands moving up and down her back, feeling the sweat that slicked her skin.
 
"So tight, so perfect around me. Like you were made for me."
 
"You feel incredible too," she replied, her voice shaky, filled with awe.
 
"So deep, so full. I feel... complete."
 
After a long moment, she began to move.
 
It was a tentative rocking at first, a subtle shift of her hips that tested the sensations.
 
Each small movement sent a jolt of pleasure through them both.
 
The friction was exquisite, a sliding, gliding pleasure that built slowly but relentlessly.
 
She established a rhythm that was slow and deliberate, a sensual, undulating dance.
 
She rose up until only the head of his cock remained inside her, paused for a heartbeat, then sank back down, taking him to the hilt in one smooth, fluid motion.
 
Each time she took him deep, a soft gasp escaped her lips.
 
Each time she rose, he groaned at the fleeting emptiness.
 
In the darkness, their other senses were heightened to an almost painful degree.
 
He could hear every soft gasp, every rustle of the sheets, every wet sound their bodies made as they joined.
 
He could feel the sweat beading on her skin, taste the salt on her lips when she leaned down to kiss him, smell the intoxicating scent of her arousal mixed with his own.
 
 

[Prakash1986]

Anjali with Rohan



   

Super Sexy

[Sankamithira]

Awesome. Real first night

[Rohit 9]

Wow Great scene to feel
Thanks Prasanna Ji

[rajesh93]

WOW

AMAZING

[prasannas2001]

 
 

 
The darkness had stripped away everything but the raw, unfiltered essence of their union.
 
"Faster," Rohan begged after a few minutes, his voice a strained, desperate plea.
 
The slow, deliberate rhythm was exquisite torture, building a pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable.
 
He needed more.
 
He needed release.
 
"Please, faster."
 
She complied, her movements becoming more confident, more urgent.
 
The pace increased, the gentle rocking transforming into a more forceful, rhythmic riding.
 
She began to lift herself higher, dropping down harder, taking him deeper with each thrust.
 
The sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a wet, rhythmic percussion that mingled with their moans and gasps of pleasure.
 
His hands, which had been resting on her hips, began to explore.
 
They roamed up her back, feeling the delicate ridge of her spine, the smooth expanse of her skin.
 
He slid them around to her stomach, feeling the muscles contract as she moved.
 
Then higher, to her breasts.
 
They were full and heavy in his palms, her nipples hard pebbles against his fingers.
 
He cupped them, feeling their weight, their warmth.
 
He squeezed them gently, and she cried out, her inner walls clenching around his cock in response.
 
"Like that," she breathed, her voice husky with desire.
 
"Just like that."
 
He began to roll her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, pinching them gently, pulling them.
 
The effect was instantaneous.
 
Her movements became more frantic, more desperate.
 
She threw her head back, a long, unrestrained moan escaping her lips.
 
Her hips ground against his, a circular, grinding motion that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through his entire body.
 
His hands left her breasts, sliding down to her waist, then to the flare of her hips.
 
He gripped her tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, holding her steady as he began to thrust up to meet her downward movements.
 
 

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Rohan was no longer a passive participant; he was an active, driving force, matching her passion with his own.
 
His hands continued their journey down, cupping the full, round globes of her ass.
 
They were soft yet firm, perfectly shaped to fit his palms.
 
He squeezed them, pulling her apart slightly, then pushing them together.
 
He could feel the tension in her muscles as she moved, the powerful contractions as she lifted herself up and slammed herself down onto his cock.
 
One of his fingers ventured into the shadowy valley between her ass cheeks, finding the tight, puckered ring of her anus.
 
He circled it gently, and she froze, a sharp intake of breath her only response.
 
He paused, giving her a chance to protest, but she didn't.
 
Instead, she relaxed, a subtle surrender that was more erotic than any words could have been.
 
He pressed his finger against the tight opening, not entering, just applying a gentle, insistent pressure.
 
The added stimulation seemed to push her over the edge.
 
"I'm close," she warned, her voice a high, keening cry.
 
"So close, Rohan. Don't stop. Please don't stop."
 
"I am not going to stop…. Not yet… Come for me," he commanded, his voice a low, guttural growl.
 
He released her ass and moved his hands back to her breasts, his fingers finding her nipples again.
 
"I want to feel you come around me. I want to feel your pussy milk my cock."
 
His words were the final catalyst.
 
With a scream that was part pleasure, part pain, part pure, unadulterated release, she came.
 
Her body convulsed, her inner muscles clamping down on him in a series of powerful, rhythmic spasms.
 
It was like a velvet fist, milking him, pulling at him, demanding his own release.
 
He could feel her juices flooding his cock, her orgasm so intense, so all-consuming, that it seemed to last forever.
 
He held her through it, his hands on her hips, his own body still, letting her ride the waves of her pleasure.
 
 

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Rohan could feel her trembling, the aftershocks rippling through her, her body completely spent, completely surrendered to him.
 
When the convulsions finally subsided, she collapsed against his chest, her body limp, her breathing ragged.
 
He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, his cock still buried deep inside her.
 
He could feel her heart beating against his chest, a frantic, wild rhythm that was gradually slowing, returning to normal.
 
After a long moment, she propped herself up on one elbow.
 
"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice a soft, shaky whisper.
 
"More than okay," he replied, a lazy, satisfied smile spreading across his face.
 
"That was... incredible. Beyond incredible."
 
"Good," she replied, leaning down to kiss him deeply.
 
Her tongue delved into his mouth, a slow, languid exploration that was a stark contrast to the frantic passion of moments before.
 
"Because I'm not done with you yet."
 
He laughed, a sound full of disbelief and delight.
 
"I thought I was the one who was supposed to be insatiable."
 
"You are," she replied, her hand moving down to stroke his still-hard cock, which was still nestled inside her.
 
"But tonight, you've awakened something in me."
 
"Something I didn't know existed."
 
"A hunger. A need. And it's all for you."
 
He is still hard inside her, his body is longing her touch, her words, with an eagerness that both thrilled and humbled him.
 
He had never felt this way before, this potent combination of tenderness and raw, primal lust.
 
She was a drug, and he was hopelessly, happily addicted.
 
"Ready again?" he asked, though there was no hesitation in his voice - only anticipation.
 
"Again," she confirmed, her movements designed to arouse rather than satisfy.
 
She began to move again, a slow, subtle rocking of her hips that was designed to stoke the embers of his desire into a raging inferno.
 
"But this time, I want to try something different."
 
She moved off him, his cock sliding out of her with a wet, sucking sound that was both disappointing and incredibly erotic.
 
She lay down beside him, then turned onto her stomach, her body a long, graceful curve in the darkness.
 
"Take me from behind," she whispered, her voice muffled by the pillow.
 
"I want to feel you deep inside me like that. I want to feel you in complete control." 
 
 

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Rohan needed no further encouragement.
 
He moved over her, his body covering hers, his weight a welcome, grounding pressure.
 
He positioned himself between her legs, his hands finding her hips and pulling her up onto her knees.
 
She arched her back, presenting herself to him, an offering in the darkness.
 
He could feel the heat radiating from her, could see in his mind's eye the glistening wetness of her pussy, the tight, puckered star of her anus.
 
He entered her slowly, savoring the new angle, the new sensations.
 
From behind, she felt even tighter, even hotter.
 
He could feel his dick sinking deeper into her pussy, hitting spots he hadn't reached before.
 
He buried his cock to the hilt, pausing to savor the feeling of being completely, utterly inside her hot and wet pussy.
 
"You feel even deeper like this," she moaned, her hands clutching at the sheets.
 
"God, Rohan, you're incredible.
 
You're filling me up so completely."
 
He began to thrust, establishing a rhythm that was slow and deliberate at first.
 
Each movement was calculated to maximize their pleasure, to draw out the sensations until they were both trembling with need.
 
He watched in the darkness, his hands on her hips, guiding her movements, feeling the way her body responded to his.
 
"Harder," she demanded after a few minutes, her voice a desperate, pleading cry.
 
"I want to feel you everywhere. I want to feel you for days."
 
He complied, increasing his pace until he was pounding into her, their bodies slapping together with each powerful thrust.
 
The sounds of their lovemaking filled the room, a raw, primal symphony of pleasure.
 
He reached around her, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts.
 
"Yes," she cried out, her body bucking against his hand.
 
"Right there.
 
Don't stop.
 
I'm so close.
 
So close."
 
He could feel her inner muscles beginning to clench, the familiar tightening that signaled her impending orgasm.
 
He increased the pressure on her clit, his fingers moving faster, more insistently.
 
"Come for me," he commanded, his voice a low, guttural growl.
 
"Come for me, Mamta. Let me feel you come."
 
With a scream that was pure, unadulterated ecstasy, she came.
 
Her body convulsed, her inner muscles clamping down on him in a series of powerful, rhythmic spasms.
 
This time, he didn't hold back.
 
He let go, letting the pleasure wash over him, carrying him away on a tide of pure, unadulterated bliss.
 
He groaned her name as he came, his body shuddering with the intensity of his release, his seed flooding her, marking her as his.
 
He collapsed against her, both breathing heavily, their bodies slick with sweat.
 
He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, his cock still twitching inside her.