Incest Little sis Anjali

[prasannas2001]

 
Rohan’s fingers returning stealthily to waistband during a deep aureola lave, tugging downward another inch bilaterally, exposing both hips fully, panties coming into fuller view: sheer pink lace front panel sheer from cream, outlining puffy mound and the subtle cleft where labia met, thin legbands framing her toned thighs that quivered with need.
 
She resisted again playfully, palm slapping lightly over his knuckles, shoving pants halfway back up her hips with a squeal, "Caught you, sneaky perv!" The motion made her flat tummy flex beautifully, navel contracting, breasts jiggling side-to-side in hypnotic waves, heavy orbs bouncing plushly, saliva-glistened nipples tracing arcs that drew his eyes magnetically.
 
But her push weakened visibly, hips lifting a teasing fraction off the mattress as if inviting counter, pussy heat radiating fiercer against his grinding cock.
 
Rohan growled appreciatively into her cleavage, tongue delving the salty valley before ascending to nibble left nipple's base, tugging pants lower still, past hip crests now, fabric bunching at upper thighs, panties fully exposed frontally, pale-pink bikinis soaked centrally, lace floral patterns darkened translucent, clinging to her virgin mound like a second skin, sparse thin hairs visible darkly through sheer panel, framing the puffy outline of her untouched pussy lips.
 
The battle elongated sensuously, Anjali's resistance turning flirtatious, fingers intertwining his on waistband, pushing up-down in yo-yo mimicry of their shirt war, giggling "Mine to keep" even as moans undercut, body writhing to grind mound on his shaft.
 
Rohan countered with kisses: trailing lips across both tits in figure-eights, sucking nipples alternately rapid-fire, hands dual-tugging pants, mid-thigh now, cool air flooding her legs, toned thighs parting instinctively to aid descent, calves flexing long and shapely.
 
After a particularly fervent dual-nipple pinch drew her whimpering arch, Anjali paused resistance, biting full lip coyly, hips lifting fully off bed in blatant allowance, ass cheeks clenching toned glutes, "Okay... off slow," she breathed husky invitation.
 
Rohan groaned triumphantly, mouth latched to right nipple sucking deep as hands peeled pants downward languidly, over knees, calves, ankles, tossing aside, now panties-clad only, her stunning lower body bare: flared hips to endless legs splayed wide, pink bikinis epicenter, mound pronounced with thin sexy hairs shadowing lace.
 
Immediately Rohan's hand trailed thigh upward during uninterrupted nipple worship, tongue swirling left aureola broad, lips sucking peak vacuum, fingers hooking right panty legband, tugging sideways fractionally to peek inner thigh crease.
 
Anjali shivered violently, "Panties too? No... please Rohan… It is not right," weak push on wrist, but thighs quivered apart further.
 
He persisted tenderly, mouth switching tits seamlessly, right nipple teeth-nibbled as left hand mirrored hook on left legband, tug downward centimeter, exposing hip-to-mound crease, thin hairs emerging sparse and silky, jet-black wisps just budding, framing her virgin slit sexily like forbidden lace.
 
Yo-yo intensified: Push up, panties resnap over mound; tug down, hairs flash, labia hint.
 
Finally hips bucked high, "Off... see me," allowing peel, panties over knees, calves, off, completely naked now.
 
Fully nude masterpiece, Anjali's beauty culminated, magnificent tits to flat tummy to virgin pussy paradise: puffy outer labia fair-pink and swollen glistening cream-slick, parting to reveal inner petals delicate rose unfolding slickly, tiny clit hood peeking pearl-like erect, entrance virgin-tight winking nectar, framed by thin sexy