Incest Little sis Anjali

[prasannas2001]

 
"It's okay, sweetie," Anjali murmured, her voice a soothing balm. "Just relax. Let me take care of you."
 
She moved slowly, deliberately, giving Neetu ample time to object, but Neetu remained frozen, a silent, willing victim.
 
Anjali knelt before her, her hands reaching out to cup Neetu's face, her thumbs stroking her cheeks gently.
 
Then, her hands began their slow descent, tracing the line of her neck, her collarbones, before finally coming to rest on the upper slopes of her breasts.
 
"They're like golden globes," Anjali breathed, her voice filled with genuine awe.
 
She cherished them for a moment, just holding their weight in her palms, her eyes drinking in their perfection.
 
The skin was so smooth, so warm, and the firm, proud swell of them filled her hands perfectly.
 
Neetu shuddered, a soft whimper escaping her lips as Anjali's thumbs began to circle her areolas, teasingly avoiding the taut, begging peaks of her nipples.
 
Finally, Anjali's fingers closed around Neetu's nipples, squeezing them gently, rolling them between her thumb and forefinger.
 
Neetu cried out, her back arching instinctively, pushing her breasts deeper into Anjali's hands. The pleasure was sharp, exquisite, a direct line to the molten core of her arousal.
 
Anjali smiled, a slow, satisfied smile, and then she leaned in.
 
Neetu watched with wide, hazy eyes as Anjali's face descended toward her chest.
 
She felt the first touch of a wet, warm tongue on the sensitive skin just below her nipple, and she thought she might explode.
 
Anjali took her time, licking and kissing every inch of her breast, her touch reverent and worshipful.
 
Then, with a soft sigh of satisfaction, she took one hard, aching nipple into her mouth.
 
Neetu's world dissolved into a kaleidoscope of sensation. Anjali's mouth was hot and wet, her tongue swirling and flicking against the sensitive peak with an expertise that stole her breath.
 
She began to suckle, gently at first, then with increasing pressure, creating a rhythmic pulling that sent shockwaves of pleasure straight to her core.