Incest Little sis Anjali

[prasannas2001]

 
"Next what?  Neck rub?" she gasped, popping off momentarily.
 
"Phase Four: Transition touches," Rohan groaned, hips thrusting shallowly into her throat, the wet heat driving him wild.
 
“Yes, maybe neck rub… you tell her 'Movie's lagging, quick shoulder rubs?' You start on her, 'You're tense, girl.' Thumbs knead her nape; she melts, fair skin warming.”
 
“I join your 'train': hands on her upper arms first, safe.”
 
“ 'Feels good?' If yes, dip to collarbone. If no, I will withdraw.”
 
“Whispers: 'Your skin's silk, Neethu.' Don’t go to the sensitive areas like breasts yet, we build slowly.”
 
“Giggles? Escalate: 'Full back rub?' Couch to floor pillows.”
 
“My hands lower back, grazing waist. You front, arms, then tummy.”
 
“Foolproof: consent ping, 'Too much?' Her talkative laughs turn breathy: 'No... nice.' ”
 
Anjali shuddered, saliva dripping down his shaft as she deep-throated, her free hand fondling his balls.
 
She twisted, kissing him fiercely, tasting her own arousal on his lips, tongues tangling wildly.
 
"Bedroom now? Games there?" Her voice was wrecked, pussy grinding his thigh.
 
"Yes! Phase Five: Bedroom bridge with mini-games," he breathed raggedly, laying her back gently, his cock sliding along her slit, teasing push at entrance, tip nudging but respecting her no.
 
Fingers plunged deep instead, curling expertly.
 
“ 'Couch hurts, parents' bed for epic pillow fort?' Giggling migration, fort hides intimacy.”
 
“Even though lights are on let us use lit scented candles, light glow on her excellent body.”
 
“First mini-game: Thumb war circle, silly, hands linking. Loser: tickle dare. Hers on you: laughs to gasps.”
 
“We move to next level, Second Game: Rock-Paper-Scissors strip tease, only safe items, not dangerous level strip tease.”
 
“Simple items. One item per loss, voluntary. She loses socks? 'Cute toes.' You lose your chunni and  top, bra peek, normalize skin.”
 
“Let us slowly build it up…  her turn, shirt off, she will be in her camisole decent breasts visible through her camisole. We stop that game there. We will change the course."
 
Intense arousal peaked; Anjali's hips bucked, pussy spasming around his fingers, chasing release.
 
Her hand jerked him furiously, veins pulsing, pre-cum slicking her palm.
 
Neethu slowly unraveling... those eyes widening game by game.
 
"Going good... what's next in your dirty mind? Truth or Dare?"