Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
Neetu took a shaky breath, her eyes fixed on the hard, thick length of his erection. It was... intimidating.
 
Beautiful, in a raw, primal way, but intimidating.
 
She could see the thick, pulsing veins, the glistening bead of moisture at the tip, the dark, swollen head.
 
She leaned forward slowly, her movements stiff and jerky, her body a battlefield of desire and dread.
 
She got closer and closer, her breath hitching in her throat.
 
She was just inches away now.
 
She could feel the heat of him on her lips.
 
But she couldn't do it. She froze, her body rigid, her mind screaming at her to pull back.
 
It was a natural, instinctual aversion, a deep-seated revulsion she couldn't overcome. She just... couldn't.
 
Anjali felt her hesitation, felt the tension in her shoulders.
 
She leaned in, her lips brushing against Neetu's ear. "Shhh," she whispered, her voice a soothing, seductive murmur. "It's okay. It's just a kiss. There's nothing to be afraid of. I'm right here. I won't let anything happen to you."
 
She placed her hands on either side of Neetu's head, her fingers tangling in Neetu's hair. "Just relax," she breathed. "Let me help you."
 
And with that, she applied a gentle, steady pressure, pushing Neetu's head down.
 
Neetu resisted for a moment, her body tensing, but Anjali was insistent, her touch firm but not forceful.
 
Slowly, inch by agonizing inch, Neetu's head lowered, until finally, with a soft, almost inaudible gasp, her lips brushed against the hot, silken skin of Rohan's erection.
 
The contact was electric.
 
A jolt of pure sensation shot through Neetu's body, a mixture of shock, fear, and a terrifying, thrilling spark of curiosity.
 
She froze, her lips pressed against the head of his dick, her mind a blank slate of pure sensation. She could feel the heat of his hard dick, the hardness of his monster hardness, the faint, steady pulse of his desire.
 
It was... real. It was happening.