Incest Little sis Anjali

[prasannas2001]

 
She could feel the hard, sculpted muscles of his chest pressing against her soft breasts, the coarse hair on his legs tickling her smooth thighs.
 
And then she felt it. 

His hard dick, a thick, rigid length straining against the thin fabric of his briefs, pressing insistently against the soft, sensitive mound of her sex, separated only by two layers of damp cotton.
 
A fresh wave of heat, so intense it was almost painful, flooded her core.
 
He lowered his head, his face just inches from hers, his eyes dark and intense, burning with a hunger that made her stomach flutter. "Two minutes," he whispered, his voice a low, seductive rumble that vibrated through her entire body.
 
And then he kissed her.
 
It was not a gentle, tentative kiss. 

It was a deep, demanding, possessive kiss, a kiss that claimed her, consumed her, left no room for protest or resistance.
 
His lips were firm and insistent, parting hers with a confident pressure, his tongue delving into her mouth to explore, to possess, to dominate.
 
Neetu's mind went blank, a white-hot flash of pure sensation that short-circuited her every thought.
 
She had never been kissed like this, with such raw, unbridled passion, such a complete and total disregard for her innocence.
 
Her body, however, was not so innocent. 

It responded with a will of its own, a traitorous, eager surrender that both horrified and thrilled her.
 
She felt her lips parting further, her tongue tentatively meeting his, a shy, hesitant dance that quickly grew bolder, more demanding. 

A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure that she couldn't contain.
 
And then his hands began to move.
 
They started on her shoulders, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her collarbones, his touch light and teasing, a stark contrast to the demanding pressure of his kiss.
 
Then they began to roam, slowly, deliberately, exploring every inch of her exposed flesh.