Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
Anjali's moans grew louder, more frantic. She was lost in the pleasure, her body a willing, eager participant in their shared sin. "Oh, god, Rohan... yes... yes... I'm going to... I'm going to cum..."
 
Her words were a trigger for Rohan. He doubled his efforts, his mouth working her clit with a ferocious intensity, his fingers pumping into her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
 
And then she was there. With a loud, strangled cry that was a mixture of his name and a raw, primal scream, Anjali's world exploded.
 
Her body arched off the bed 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.
 
Neetu watched, her own body trembling with a sympathetic, desperate arousal, as Anjali collapsed back onto the bed, a beautiful, shattered mess of pleasure and satisfaction.
 
Rohan lifted his head, his face glistening with his sister's juices, a look of deep, primal satisfaction on his face.
   
 
 
Anjali's gaze flickered between Rohan and Neetu, a bold, mischievous glint in them. "Rohan I dare you... to let Neetu give you a blowjob." And she turned towards Neetu “It is only fair Neetu. He has been pleasing till now. We should please him”
 
Neetu's eyes widening in alarm.
 
She had just experienced the most intense pleasure of her life, but the thought of reciprocating with Rohan, of taking him into her mouth, was terrifying.
 
She had never done anything like that before, and the thought of it, of tasting him, of pleasuring him in such an intimate way, was overwhelming.
 
"Anjali..." she began, her voice a shaky whisper of protest. "I... I can't. I've never... I don't know how."
 
Anjali's expression softened, her eyes filling with a gentle understanding that belied the hunger still burning within them.
 
She reached out, her hand coming to rest on Neetu's cheek, her touch light but reassuring.