Incest Little sis Anjali

[prasannas2001]

 
 
 
Upward still, agonizingly slow, knuckles grazing the lower curve of her left breast from below.
 
The shiver hit them both simultaneously, a full-body tremor that rippled from his palm through her chest and into his core.
 
Direct skin-to-skin on her breast: His right hand cupped the left globe fully now, fingers sinking into the most exquisite flesh imaginable.
 
Her breasts were breathtaking masterpieces of youthful perfection, heavy D-cups that defied gravity with firm resilience yet yielded like the softest pillows under his touch.
 
Porcelain-fair skin stretched taut over the full, rounded orbs, veined faintly blue beneath the surface like delicate marble, flawless without a single blemish or stretch mark.
 
The undersides curved gracefully upward, heavy with natural weight that made them sway enticingly with every breath, settling into deep cleavage when pressed together.
 
Aureolas were wide, pale pink saucers, textured with tiny bumps that pebbled under arousal, centering pert, raspberry nipples that stood erect at half an inch, begging to be rolled and sucked.
 
No sag whatsoever, they sat high and proud on her chest, jiggling softly with her moans, the left one now overflowing Rohan's palm as he squeezed gently, thumb finding the nipple to circle its wrinkled peak.
 
The feel was divine: warm velvet wrapped in silk, firm core giving way to plush softness, responsive to every nuance, hardening further under direct caress, sending jolts of pleasure that made her pussy contract visibly through damp pants.
 
Anjali broke the kiss fractionally with a sharp inhale, eyes widening in the dim light as realization dawned, but the pleasure anchored her.
 
She didn't push immediately, savoring the shiver that coursed through her veins like lightning wrapped in honey.
 
Skin...
 
his bare hand on my bare boob.
 
Shocking heaven, nipple alive, tingling everywhere.
 
Her body betrayed full enjoyment, back arching to feed more breast into his grasp, a deep moan rumbling from her throat as his fingers kneaded deeper, exploring the weight, the texture, the responsive bounce.
 
Rohan's own shiver intensified, cock jerking against her thigh, precum soaking his boxers at the forbidden intimacy.
 
Bare perfection...
 
heavy, warm dream.
 
Skin so soft, mine forever.
 
The kiss resumed hungrily, tongues plunging anew, but Anjali's senses sharpened amid the bliss.