6 hours ago
Rohan's right hand cupped Anjali's left breast bare under the night shirt with a possessiveness that sent continuous shivers cascading through both their bodies, his fingers sinking deep into the plush, firm flesh while his thumb rolled the erect raspberry nipple in endless, teasing circles that made her gasp wetly into their unbroken kiss.
Their lips remained fused in a sloppy, saliva-drenched dance of tongues, her full lower lip sucked between his teeth gently as his left hand mirrored the caress over the right breast's cotton veil, kneading the heavy globe until the fabric tented obscenely with her arousal-hardened peak.
Anjali's stunning beauty unfolded beneath him like a forbidden blossom in the midnight lamplight, her long dark hair fanned wildly across the pillow in silken waves, framing a face of ethereal perfection with high cheekbones flushed crimson, full pouty lips glistening with shared spit, and wide doe eyes half-lidded in lustful surrender.
Her body was a masterpiece of youthful allure, narrow shoulders sloping to the elegant curve of her collarbones, then exploding into those magnificent D-cup breasts that heaved with every ragged breath, porcelain-fair skin stretched taut over their perfect teardrop shape, pale pink aureolas crinkling with goosebumps around pert nipples begging for mouths and tongues.
The air thickened with their escalating passion, breaths mingling hot and heavy as Rohan's hips ground instinctively against her mound, his rock-hard cock, seven inches of throbbing girth, sliding along the damp cleft of her night pants, feeling the slick heat radiating from her virgin pussy lips that clenched desperately for more.
Anjali moaned deeply into his mouth, her hands roaming his back under his t-shirt, nails raking lightly down his spine in playful scratches that urged him on, her flat tummy, toned and flawless, a smooth expanse of golden-tinged fairness dipping into a perfect navel, quivering under the occasional brush of his wrist.
She was carried away utterly, mind fogged by the erotic storm, body arching to offer her breasts fuller to his worshipful hands, the naughty game of push-and-pull on his invading palm now evolving into something bolder, more irreversible.
His fingers hooked the night shirt's lower hem experimentally, tugging upward an inch, exposing more of her navel and the gentle flare of her hips where night pants clung low.
Anjali felt the cool air kiss her skin but was too lost in the kiss to protest immediately, her tongue plunging deeper into his mouth as if to distract them both.
Their lips remained fused in a sloppy, saliva-drenched dance of tongues, her full lower lip sucked between his teeth gently as his left hand mirrored the caress over the right breast's cotton veil, kneading the heavy globe until the fabric tented obscenely with her arousal-hardened peak.
Anjali's stunning beauty unfolded beneath him like a forbidden blossom in the midnight lamplight, her long dark hair fanned wildly across the pillow in silken waves, framing a face of ethereal perfection with high cheekbones flushed crimson, full pouty lips glistening with shared spit, and wide doe eyes half-lidded in lustful surrender.
Her body was a masterpiece of youthful allure, narrow shoulders sloping to the elegant curve of her collarbones, then exploding into those magnificent D-cup breasts that heaved with every ragged breath, porcelain-fair skin stretched taut over their perfect teardrop shape, pale pink aureolas crinkling with goosebumps around pert nipples begging for mouths and tongues.
The air thickened with their escalating passion, breaths mingling hot and heavy as Rohan's hips ground instinctively against her mound, his rock-hard cock, seven inches of throbbing girth, sliding along the damp cleft of her night pants, feeling the slick heat radiating from her virgin pussy lips that clenched desperately for more.
Anjali moaned deeply into his mouth, her hands roaming his back under his t-shirt, nails raking lightly down his spine in playful scratches that urged him on, her flat tummy, toned and flawless, a smooth expanse of golden-tinged fairness dipping into a perfect navel, quivering under the occasional brush of his wrist.
She was carried away utterly, mind fogged by the erotic storm, body arching to offer her breasts fuller to his worshipful hands, the naughty game of push-and-pull on his invading palm now evolving into something bolder, more irreversible.
His fingers hooked the night shirt's lower hem experimentally, tugging upward an inch, exposing more of her navel and the gentle flare of her hips where night pants clung low.
Anjali felt the cool air kiss her skin but was too lost in the kiss to protest immediately, her tongue plunging deeper into his mouth as if to distract them both.
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