Incest Little sis Anjali

[prasannas2001]

 
Her hand rose slowly, playful yet insistent, pressing against his wrist mid-knead.
 
She pushed gently while lips stayed locked, turning the moment into a wonderful, teasing game.
 
No break in contact, just her fingers guiding his hand downward an inch, only for him to slide it right back up, cupping firmer, thumb flicking the nipple.
 
"Mmm, no under shirt," she mumbled into his mouth, pushing again lightly, her shove more caress than rejection.
 
Rohan chuckled low against her lips, right hand retreating to navel tease, circling sensuously before ascending once more, fingers splaying wide to encompass the entire left breast, palm grinding the nipple in slow circles.
 
Playful resistance danced on: Anjali's push came faster this time, hand batting his wrist mid-climb, but laughter bubbled into the kiss, her legs wrapping loosely around his.
 
Game...
 
exciting.
 
Push but want stay.
 
He yielded momentarily, hand detouring to her right breast over shirt for symmetry, squeezing the twin glory, equally perfect, heavy and firm, nipple mirroring its sister's erection.
 
Then under again, left hand joining briefly over fabric before right hand dove beneath solo, recapturing bare left orb.
 
Shiver renewed, skin electric, her moan louder, body writhing beautifully beneath him.
 
The game elongated erotically, minutes blending, 11:55 PM ticking unnoticed.
 
Push: Her palm on his knuckles, guiding down to belly, fingers lingering to trace his veins.
 
Counter: His ascent inevitable, slower each time, building tension like a symphony.
 
Breasts visualized in every detail, round, teardrop perfection from below, cleavage deepening with arches, fair skin flushing pink at contact, nipples darkening to rose under thumbs, areolas contracting into tight circles.
 
Sensations layered: Warmth seeping palm-deep, soft give meeting firm bounce, pulse throbbing in the flesh, her heart's echo under skin.
 
Anjali's pushes turned flirtatious, nails scbanging his arm lightly, pulling him deeper into kiss, tongues sloppy now, saliva dripping chin to neck.
 
Enjoyment dominated: She forgot protests momentarily, hands roaming his back, one breast fully surrendered to knead, fingers pinching nipple experimentally, drawing her squeal.
 
Bare feel...
 
addictive rush.
 
Beautiful? He makes them feel worshipped.
 
Rohan groaned into her mouth, hand massaging hypnotic patterns, lifting and releasing the weight to feel jiggle, thumb-pad rolling nipple like a pearl.
 
Senses realigned playfully: Another push, firmer, hand trapping his under shirt, sliding it to ribs.
 
"Cheater...
 
over only," she gasped between licks.
 
He complied surface-wise, but fingers hooked hem upward, exposing both breasts briefly to cool air, magnificent sight: twin moons glowing, heavy globes quivering, nipples diamond-cut.
 
Quick cover, but shiver etched eternal.
 
Game peaked, pushes yielding to guides, her fingers atop his now, directing squeezes, turning resistance to collaboration.
 
Midnight struck silently, bodies slick with sweat, skin-to-skin breast play the night's crown, tender, erotic, beautiful surrender in every long, sensuous sentence of touch.