Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
Neetu could feel the difference in grip between Rahul and Anjali. A clear contrast.
 
She was determined to win, to maintain her confidence. But Anjali was playing differently this time, her moves more deliberate, more calculated.
 
Neetu could feel the shift in the game, the change in Anjali's strategy. She fought back, her thumb wrestling with Anjali's, but she could feel herself losing.
 
Finally, with a final, decisive move, Anjali lost one more time as planned.
 
"Again… Neetu?, you are the champion today!" Anjali exclaimed, pushing Neetu’s confidence one more step forward.
 
Her voice more calculated and encouraging.
 
Anjali laughed, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I should pay up," she said, her voice low and teasing.
 
She reached up and slowly removed her top, revealing her lacy black bra and her smooth, toned stomach.
 
Neetu's eyes widened in shock, and she felt a shy at first but a rush of desire or some strange feeling looking at Anjali in her bra, a sudden urge to touch her, to run her hands over her skin.
 
Her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Anjali, you don't have to remove your shirt," she said, her voice trembling slightly.
 
Anjali shook her head, her eyes meeting Neetu's in a steady gaze. "Rule is rule my dear," she said, her voice firm but gentle. "We have to follow it."
 
The next round was between Rohan and Neetu. Rohan extended his hand, and Neetu placed hers on top, their palms pressing together.
 
He could feel the softness of her skin, the warmth of her body, and his heart raced.
 
He want to win this game. This is the time, for the innocent Neetu to start peeling the layers that are protecting her beauty from his lustful eyes.
 
He played with a feigned intensity, his thumb wrestling with hers, his body leaning close to hers.