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.
 
 
 

[prasannas2001]

 
 

 
"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