Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
Neetu could feel the coarse hair that trailed down from his navel, a dark path leading to the treasure she was about to unveil.
 
With a final, nervous glance at Anjali, who was watching with rapt, hungry attention, Neetu began to pull.
 
The fabric slid down over his hips, catching for a moment on the swollen, mushroomed head of his cock before slipping free.
 
And then he was out.
 
Neetu's breath hitched in her throat, a strangled, silent gasp.
 
Her eyes went wide, her mouth falling open in a perfect 'O' of shock and awe. He was... magnificent. Terrifying. Magnificent.
 
He wasn't just hard.
 
He was hard.
 
A thick, angry-looking column of flesh that jutted up from a nest of dark, curly hair.
 
It was longer than she had ever imagined, a heavy, imposing length that seemed to defy gravity.
 
The skin was stretched taut over the rigid shaft, a network of thick, prominent veins pulsing just beneath the surface, like rivers on a map.
 
The head was a deep, purplish-red, a flared, helmet-like crown that was already slick with a pearly bead of pre-cum that welled from the tiny slit at the tip.
 
It was beautiful in its raw, primal power. It was terrifying in its sheer size.
 
A wave of pure, unadulterated panic washed over her.
 
Her mind, still reeling from her orgasm, latched onto one single, horrifying thought: That has to go inside me? She looked down at her own body, at the small, neat slit between her legs, and a cold dread seeped into her bones. It was impossible.
 
He would tear her apart. He would split her in two. There was no way. No way in hell she could take something that big.
 
As if sensing her fear, Anjali moved closer, her arm wrapping around Neetu's shoulders in a gesture that was both comforting and possessive. "Shhh, sweetie," she murmured, her lips brushing against Neetu's ear. "He's beautiful, isn't he? All for you."