Incest Little sis Anjali

[prasannas2001]

 
Kisses rained on her neck now, sucking the pulse point with just enough pressure to elicit goosebumps across her arms. "Feels perfect... so firm," he husked, emboldened by her non-retreat. Her moans grew, soft and innocent, body arching to feed more breast into his palm. Resistance reduced to whispers, her hand finally resting atop his wrist, not pushing, guiding lightly.
 
"Turn on your back? Please, wanna hold better," Rohan pleaded tenderly, lips pausing to nip her shoulder. Anjali hesitated long, breaths panting, but the arousal won. "Slow... only if gentle," she conceded, rolling onto her back inch by exquisite inch, night shirt riding up to expose her navel again.
 
Now supine, breasts thrust upward prominently, twin peaks tenting the fabric, her face flushed and doe eyes heavy-lidded with desire.
 
Rohan shifted beside her, propped on one elbow, his single hand reclaiming the left breast, squeezing with renewed intimacy. Full access now, palm encompassing the underside, fingers splaying to pinch nipple lightly through shirt. She arched beautifully, a mewl escaping, thighs parting under covers. "Mmm... it is nice," she admitted in a whisper, surrendering further.
 
Minutes stretched sensuously, his touch worshipful, massaging her breasts in slow circles, thumb flicking the nipple to diamond hardness, eliciting whimpers that filled the room like music. Her skin heated under cotton, pussy dripping audibly in her mind. Boob feels alive... his hand magic.
 
Slowly, he sat up, knees bracketing her hips loosely, sheets pooling at his waist.
 
Both hands now descended, one on each breast, palms cupping the magnificent fullness of her breasts.
 
Heavy yet firm orbs overflowed fingers, nipples trapped between thumbs for dual flicks. He kneaded rhythmically, tenderly, watching her face contort in bliss, lips parted, eyes squeezed shut. "Anjali... they're incredible, perfect handfuls," he breathed, leaning to kiss her collarbone between squeezes.
 
The sensation overwhelmed her, dual pleasure, breasts swelling under attention, sending jolts to her clit. She writhed gently, hands clutching his forearms, not stopping. Both hands... owned. Tender fire.
 
Long minutes passed, hands exploring every curve, squeezing from base to nipple, gentle tugs on peaks, cotton dampening from her faint sweat. Moans cascaded from her throat, body undulating, his cock straining against her thigh now, heat radiating.
 
"One more kiss? Lips... please?" Rohan asked, voice thick, hands pausing on breasts.
 
Resistance flickered: "No... enough kisses tonight." But eyes begged. "Please? Last one." Two minutes pleading amid breast caresses. "Fine... quick," she relented.
 
He leaned fully, body lowering over hers, chest pressing her breasts, one hand staying cupped on the right globe.
 
Lips crashed tender, tongues diving deep immediately, wet and erotic, saliva trailing as he settled weight atop her.
 
Pretty much sleeping on her now, hips aligning, cock grinding her mound over pants, kiss deepening endlessly. Hand kneaded relentlessly, muffling her moans into his mouth. Full weight... safe, erotic blanket. Lips heaven.
 
Late night bliss sustained, bodies entwined in tender fire...