Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
And now, Neetu was about to witness something so forbidden, so profoundly taboo, that she knew it would change her forever.
 
She was no longer just a participant in their game; she was a voyeur to their ultimate sin.
 
Rohan moved between his sister's spread legs, his movements fluid and confident.
 
He knelt before her, his magnificent cock jutting out, hard and proud, a silent testament to his own arousal.
 
But his attention was solely on Anjali, on the sacred offering she presented to him.
 
He leaned in, his breath hot against her sensitive flesh, just as he had done with Neetu. But this was different.
 
The air crackled with a different kind of energy.
 
It wasn't about conquest, about claiming something new. It was about worship, about a familiar, cherished ritual.
 
Anjali's eyes were locked on his, her lips parted in anticipation. "I've missed your mouth, bhaiya," she whispered, the term of endearment a shocking, erotic contrast to the raw sexuality of the moment.
 
"I've missed your taste, Anju," he replied, his voice thick with emotion.
 
And then he began to lick.
 
Neetu watched, her own body reacting with a shocking, intense arousal, as Rohan's tongue made contact with his sister's pussy.
 
He started with the same slow, broad strokes, his tongue flat against her, lapping up her sweet, slick arousal.
 
But there was a tenderness to his movements, a reverence, that had been absent when he was with Neetu.
 
He knew her body, knew every sensitive spot, every secret fold. He was an expert on his sister's pleasure, and he was showing off his mastery.
 
Anjali's response was immediate and visceral. A low, guttural moan escaped her lips, her head falling back against the pillows, her eyes closing in bliss.
 
Her hands flew to his hair, her fingers tangling in the thick strands, not to guide him, but simply to hold on, to anchor herself to the pleasure he was giving her.