Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
 
She could feel his hardness pressing against her thigh, hot and insistent even in the warm water.
 
Her hand drifted down between their bodies, wrapping around him, and Rohan groaned against her breast.
 
"Anjali," he panted, hips pressing into her grip. "You're going to kill me."
 
"Good," she managed, stroking him slowly, loving the way he throbbed in her hand, the way his breathing grew ragged.
 
His hands slid lower, over the curve of her stomach, and she released him, knowing where this was heading.
 
His fingers traced the crease where her thigh met her body, teasing, making her squirm with anticipation.
 
"Please," she whispered, surprised by her own desperate need.
 
Rohan sank to his knees on the shower floor, the water cascading over both of them.
 
His hands gripped her hips, and he looked up at her with such raw hunger that she felt it in her core.
 
"Hold onto me," he instructed.
 
Anjali's hands braced against the shower wall as Rohan lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, opening her to him.
 
The vulnerable position should have embarrassed her, but all she felt was aching want.
 
When his mouth finally made contact, she cried out, the sound echoing off the bathroom tiles.
 
His tongue explored her slowly, thoroughly, finding all the sensitive places he'd discovered last night and learning new ones.
 
The water running over them added another layer of sensation, warm streams trickling down her body while his mouth worked magic between her thighs.
 
"Rohan, oh god, Rohan, " She couldn't form coherent thoughts, just fragments of pleasure as he sucked and licked and teased.
 
His fingers joined his mouth, and the combination was devastating.
 
Her legs trembled, and he held her steady, one arm wrapped around her thigh, the other hand working in tandem with his tongue.
 
He was relentless, dedicated, and when she shattered, his name was a broken prayer on her lips.
 
He didn't stop, drawing out her pleasure until she was boneless and gasping, until she had to gently push his head away because it was too much, too intense.
 
Rohan stood, water streaming down his face, and kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on his tongue.