Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
She slowly drew down the zipper, her knuckles brushing against the rigid length beneath the denim, drawing a sharp hiss from Rohan.
 
With agonizing slowness, she tugged the jeans down over his hips. They pooled around his knees, revealing the stark white of his briefs.
 
And there it was.
 
The hint of his big dick was clearly visible, a thick, imposing shape that pushed the cotton fabric out, straining the waistband. It was a formidable sight, a promise of raw, primal power.
 
Neetu let out a soft gasp, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson.
 
A wave of shyness and intimidation washed over her, and she instinctively squeezed her eyes shut, her hands flying up to cover her face. But the need to see was stronger than her modesty.
 
Slowly, she peeked through the gaps between her fingers, her eyes wide and curious, her gaze locked on the impressive bulge.
 
Anjali, who had seen it all before, was not so reserved. "Well, well," she commented openly, her voice filled with appreciative amusement.
 
"Someone is certainly happy to see us. That's going to be... a fun challenge."
 
Rohan chuckled, a low, confident sound, as he kicked his jeans away.
 
He then turned his full attention to Neetu, his eyes burning with an intensity that made her stomach flutter. "My turn," he said, his voice thick with desire. "Anjali. Dare."
 
Anjali looked at him, her own eyes dark with want. "Dare me."
 
"Remove Neetu's pants," he commanded, his gaze unwavering. "It's only fair."
 
Neetu had been expecting this transition.
 
It was the logical next step, the balancing of the scales. But knowing it was coming and actually facing it were two entirely different things.
 
A fresh wave of shyness washed over her, a profound sense of vulnerability.
 
Letting go of her pants meant she would be in only her panties, just like Anjali and Rohan. It was the final barrier, the last piece of fabric that separated her from complete, total exposure.