Incest Little sis Anjali

[prasannas2001]

 

 
 
Rohan's cock wept precum, staining boxers darkly,
 
Ajali’s night pants a wet mess outlining puffy pussy lips.
 
She weakened visibly, pushes turning to holds, eyes darkening with want.
 
Feels naughty-fun...
 
wanna feel bare too.
 
Finally, surrender shimmered: After a particularly deep nipple tweak under shirt drew her whimper, Anjali paused mid-push, biting her lip coyly.
 
"Fine...
 
but slow.
 
Button by button," she breathed, voice husky invitation, guiding his trembling fingers to the pearl buttons lining her night shirt's front, from navel upward.
 
Rohan's heart thundered, eyes devouring her as first button slipped free, parting fabric to frame her navel fully, exposing the deep innie begging a tongue.
 
Second button, lower cleavage emerged, the inner swells of her breasts glowing fair, a hint of pink aureola peeking.
 
She shivered erotically, hands on his thighs, pussy clenching visibly.
 
Button three: Fabric gaped wider, left breast's outer curve unveiled, porcelain perfection curving gracefully, heavy underside soft-shadowed.
 
Fourth: Full left tit spilled free, magnificent globe quivering, wide pale-pink aureola crinkling, nipple erect and rosy like a ripe berry atop snow.
 
Rohan groaned worshipfully, leaning to blow cool breath, watching goosebumps erupt.
 
"Stunning...
 
so fucking beautiful." Fifth button: Right breast matched, twin beauties now half-bared, jiggling symmetrically with her breaths, deep cleavage forming a perfect valley.
 
Sixth and seventh higher, collarbones, shoulders exposed, shirt framing her torso like erotic lingerie.
 
Last buttons at neck popped leisurely, Rohan peeling the panels aside reverently, night shirt falling open completely.
 
Anjali lay topless, a vision of stunning beauty: Magnificent breasts dominated, heavy D-cups sitting high and proud, fair skin flawless from sternum to tummy, nipples thrusting upward invitingly; flat tummy rippled subtly, navel a perfect dimple above low-slung pants hugging her flared hips and long, toned legs.
 
Narrow waist accentuated hourglass perfection, shoulders delicate yet strong, arms slender with faint muscle tone, every inch erotic poetry, pussy mound camel-toed damply below.
 
Competition ignited: "Your turn, bro, fair's fair," Anjali purred, sitting up swiftly, fingers attacking his t-shirt hem.
 
Rohan laughed, raising arms as she yanked upward in one fluid motion, exposing his lean, boyish torso, defined abs from sports, faint happy trail leading to boxers, chest smooth and taut.
 
Shirt discarded, he was hers to admire: athletic build, shoulders broadening to arms corded with subtle veins, skin warm olive contrasting her fairness.
 
Tops gone, they crashed skin-to-skin: Rohan lowered fully atop her, chest compressing her magnificent breasts into plush heaven, nipples dragging his pecs erotically.
 
Bare hug enveloped them, arms wrapping tight, her heavy tits squishing against him, flat tummy molding his abs, legs tangling as lips met anew, deep, explicit kiss with tongues fucking hungrily.
 
Skin electric, warmth, sweat-slick friction, his cock grinding her pussy over pants, her moans vibrating chest-to-chest.
 
Bliss infinite, bodies fused in naked-upper taboo ecstasy, breaths syncing, hands roaming backsides possessively.
 
Skin...
 
pure fire.
 
Her beauty owns me.