Bhenchod: My sister, my lover(Brother-sister)

[Mohit.Kumar]

Sharan's hand slid down to the juncture of her thighs, his fingers teasing the wetness between her legs. He groaned, his own desire ramping up at the feel of her slickness. He slid one finger into her, the sound of her wetness echoing in the quiet room. Rupa's body tensed, her back arching as he began to pump his finger in and out of her, his movements slow and deliberate.

 

He watched as she bit her bottom lip, her eyes squeezed shut, her cheeks flushed with passion. She was so wet for him, her body begging for more, and he was more than willing to oblige. His hand moved to her clit, his thumb circling the swollen nub with a gentle but firm pressure that had her bucking against him. The tension in the room grew with each stroke, the air thick with the sound of their heavy breathing.

 

Rupa's moans grew louder, her body writhing under his touch. She could feel herself building, the pressure inside her growing with every stroke of his thumb, every push of his finger. She was so close, so very close to the edge of release, and she knew that when she fell, she would take him with her.

 

Her hand reached back, her fingers finding his cock, still slick from her mouth. She stroked him, her movements matching the rhythm of his own, the friction of her hand against the latex an exquisite torture that had them both panting with need. Sharan groaned, his hips jerking, his eyes never leaving hers in the mirrored reflection of the floor-length windows that made up one wall of the hotel room.

 

With a swift movement, he positioned himself behind her, the tip of his cock nudging at the entrance to her pussy. Rupa's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat as he pushed in, the resistance giving way to the insistent pressure of his need. He was thick, and it had been so long since she'd felt this kind of fullness.