Incest Little sis Anjali

[prasannas2001]

 
While her mouth was occupied with one breast, Anjali's hand was busy with the other. 

Her fingers kneading the soft flesh, her thumb and forefinger continuously plucking and teasing the neglected nipple.
 
Neetu was lost, her head thrown back, her eyes closed. 

Her body writhing under the dual assault. 

Her hands came up to tangle in Anjali's hair, holding her close, silently begging for more.
 
Anjali continued her ministrations, switching breasts with deliberate slowness, ensuring that neither was neglected for long.
 
She licked, she kissed, she sucked, her touch alternating between feather-light and possessively firm.
 
Neetu could feel the liquid heat pooling in her belly, a pressure building that demanded release.
 
She was moaning continuously now, soft, breathy sounds of pure, unadulterated pleasure that filled the small space of the fort.
 
Rohan watched, his own breath ragged, his body aching with a need so intense it was almost painful.
 
The sight of his sister pleasuring the beautiful, responsive Neetu was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. 

He could see the flush on Neetu's cheeks, the way her body trembled and arched, the desperate need in her soft cries.
 
He knew she was close, so close to fall completely, and he knew, with a chilling certainty, that he was the first one who would be opening her and taking her virginity.
 
He knew there not much time before he actually thrusts his hard pride into her innocent cunt when she finally fall with desire in front of him and begging him for more.