Incest Little sis Anjali

[prasannas2001]

 
Shivers wracked her, thighs quivering, "Rohan... oh... naughty shivers everywhere." She craned neck, nibbling his jawline softly, teeth grazing stubble, tongue flicking experimentally. Innocent reciprocity, tender bites drawing his groans.
 
Spoon intensified rhythmically: Hips rolled in unison, his cock sliding languid along her ass, fabrics whispering erotically. His hand ventured under her night shirt hem, skin-to-skin contact igniting fireworks.
 
Fingers splayed on her navel first, soft, quivering belly, thumb dipping into the shallow innie, circling sensuously. Warm, smooth silkiness, no fat, just toned perfection. Anjali gasped sharply, abs contracting under touch, pussy flooding anew. Fingers on bare skin... tickly-intense. More.
 
"Feels nice?" he murmured against neck, kisses trailing vertebrae, hand exploring higher, ribcage tease, brushing underboob swell without cupping. Heavy breasts ached, nipples pulsing.
 
"Mmm... yes, tender... don't stop," she breathed, hand guiding his lower, pressing palm flat to belly. Emotions raw, fear whispering "incest?", curiosity screaming "more touch?", bliss roaring "his heat owns every inch of me".
 
10:00 PM, neck kisses continued endlessly, his mouth worshipping: Soft sucks on nape, tongue painting wet trails to shoulder, nibbles eliciting squeals. Her turns, craning to kiss his cheek, lips soft pillows.
 
Hand play deepened: Fingers danced navel, dipping in-out teasingly, palm massaging belly circles, feeling her breaths quicken. Skin electric, his calluses rough-gentle on her fairness.
 
Pleading for position shift: "Turn on back? Wanna kiss your cheeks properly... front neck. Please?" Lips paused, breath hot.
 
Big hesitation. "No... comfy spoon. Too exposed." Ass ground back harder, protest melting.
 
"Please, beautiful? Slow turn," hand coaxing hip. She relented gradually, rolling onto back inch-by-inch, shirt rumpling up to midriff. Now face-up, hair splayed halo, breasts tenting shirt dramatically, night pants low on hips.
 
10:05 PM, face-up tenderness: He hovered half-over, lips first to cheeks, soft pecks, "So pretty cheeks," then front neck, sucking hollow throat, tongue swirling collarbone. She arched, "Ohhh... tickly bliss." Hands reclaimed belly, skin-to-skin full, fingers tracing lines, up to ribs, down to pant waistband tease, navel revisited with wet finger-dip from saliva.
 
Time dissolved, 15 minutes of this, kisses peppering jaw, cheeks rosy, neck glistening saliva-slick. Her hands roamed his back, nails light scratches, legs tangling his.
 
Belly button phase, 10:20 PM: Rohan sat up slowly, sheets pooling waist, eyes devouring her exposed midriff. "Kiss your belly? That cute button. Please? Innocent tummy kiss."
 
Big protest erupted: Anjali's eyes widened, hands flying to cover. "No! Rohan, absolute no! That's too low, private-ish. Get back spooning!" Voice sharp-angry, but thighs parted slightly, pussy aching visibly dampening pants. Want his lips there... warm mouth on belly. Tempting.
 
Pleading torrent, tender, endless: "Please, sis? Just lips on navel. So pretty, fair skin. Love your body." Kisses resumed neck, hand stroking belly soothing. "No!" "Pretty please?" "Stop!" "One soft peck, makes me happy." Ten minutes, whispers, nuzzles.
 
She cracked, curiosity-fear yielding. "Ugh... fine. One tiny kiss on belly button. No tongue, quick."
 
He descended reverently, sitting cross-legged, shirt up higher. Lips to navel, warm press, gentle suck, tongue tip swirling innocently. Anjali mewled loud, back arching, hands fisting sheets, pussy spasming. "Oh fuck... wet heat there. Innocent? No, erotic heaven. "Rohan... too good... shivers to toes."
 
He lingered sensuously, kisses circling belly, hands framing hips, tender worship. None of them have experience in this. They are moving with pure, tempting innocence twisted romance.