Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
Rohan smiled against her skin, his breath warm and wet, and then he took her nipple into his mouth.
 
The sensation was electric. It was a sharp, jolt of pure pleasure that shot straight to her core, making her gasp and writhe beneath him.
 
He was gentle at first, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak, his lips sucking softly, but as she responded, her hips arching, her breath coming in ragged pants, he grew bolder.
 
He bit down gently, a perfect, sharp pressure that sent a fresh wave of arousal crashing through her.
 
He lavished the same attention on her other breast, his hands coming up to cup and knead the soft flesh, his mouth and tongue working their magic until Neetu was a writhing, whimpering mess of need and desire.
 
She could feel the heat pooling between her legs, a liquid fire that demanded to be quenched.
 
She was no longer thinking, no longer hesitating.
 
She was only feeling.
 
And as he continued to pleasure her, his mouth and hands driving her to the brink of madness, she felt it.
 
Against her thigh, hard and insistent, was his renewed arousal. He was hard again. For her. Because of her.
 
Anjali had been watching the entire time, her eyes dark with a knowing, satisfied lust. She saw how Rohan is claiming every inch of Neetu’s body.
 
Neetu is like a toy in his hands now.
 
He is enjoying her body extreme desire. She saw the moment Neetu's resistance crumbled, saw the shift in her eyes from apprehension to raw, unadulterated need.
 
She moved closer, her presence a warm, solid weight beside them.
 
"See?" Anjali whispered, her voice a husky murmur in Neetu's ear. "I told you. You're ready now. You want it. I can see it in your eyes. I can feel it in the air."