Incest Little sis Anjali

[prasannas2001]

 

 
Finally, she slipped into her loose night shirt, thin, white cotton that skimmed mid-thigh, clinging translucently to her still-damp skin in places, her breasts swaying heavily underneath with no bra to restrain them, nipples tenting the fabric like erotic beacons.
 
Matching loose night pants followed, the soft material whispering sensuously against her slick pussy lips and inner thighs as she pulled them on, the friction teasing her clit with every movement.
 
Feels dangerous... exposed. But with him, it's safe. Right? She ran a brush through her long, dark hair, letting it cascade like silk over her shoulders, framing her heart-shaped face and those wide, doe-like eyes still flushed with forbidden want.
 
One last glance in the mirror, beauty incarnate, ripe and ready, before padding barefoot toward the parents' room.
 
Meanwhile, Rohan changed quickly in his own room, stripping down to snug boxers and a fitted t-shirt, his cock tenting noticeably against the thin cotton front, a rigid outline of his thick, throbbing length that refused to soften.
 
She's changing right now... that body. Fuck, can't think like this. He adjusted himself futilely, the ache building as he headed to the king bed.