Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
Neetu’s body arched off the bed, her back bowing in a perfect, taut curve, her vision going white as the orgasm ripped through her, a tidal wave of ecstasy that left her breathless, trembling, and completely, utterly spent.
 
She collapsed back onto the bed, her body limp and quivering, her chest heaving with ragged, desperate breaths.
 
She was a wreck, a beautiful, shattered mess of pleasure and satisfaction.
 
And as she lay there, dazed and sated, she knew, with a chilling certainty, that there was no going back. She was theirs. Completely.
 
 
 
 
 
The silence in the room was a living, breathing thing.
 
It was thick with the scent of Neetu's release, a sweet, musky perfume of sex that clung to the air, to their skin, to the very sheets beneath them.
 
Neetu lay sprawled between them, a beautiful, shattered wreck.
 
Her chest rose and fell in ragged, shallow breaths, her body limp and pliant, a testament to the pleasure that had just ripped through her.
 
Her eyes were closed, her long lashes fanned out against cheeks flushed a deep, rosy pink.
 
A fine sheen of sweat glistened on her skin, making her glow in the dim candlelight. She was a goddess of post-orgasmic bliss, completely and utterly spent.
 
Rohan watched her, a deep, primal satisfaction thrumming through him.
 
He had done that.
 
He had broken her, remade her, claimed her. The taste of her was still on his tongue, a sweet, tangy essence that was more intoxicating than any alcohol. He made Anjali's classmate complete naked. She is in the bed, in front of him, waiting to be taken. 
 
He could feel the hard, insistent throb of his own arousal, a painful pressure trapped within the confines of his boxers. He was a volcano of need, and the eruption was imminent.
 
Anjali, ever the conductor of this symphony of sin, saw the shift in her brother's eyes. She saw the raw, unadulterated hunger, the barely restrained power.
 
A slow, triumphant smile curved her lips.
 
Neetu had been conquered, but the night was young, and there was still so much more to explore.