Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
They had done it. They had brought her here, to this moment, this shared intimacy. They had broken down her barriers, conquered her fears, and claimed her as their own.
 
Anjali smiled, a slow, satisfied smile that spoke of a thousand shared moments, a thousand unspoken promises.
 
She began to guide Neetu's head, her hands moving in a slow, steady rhythm, showing her how to move, how to please. "Just like that," she whispered, her voice a husky, seductive murmur. "Slow and steady. Up and down. Use your tongue. Feel him. Taste him."
 
Neetu followed her lead, her body a willing, pliant instrument in their hands.
 
She was no longer thinking, no longer hesitating. She was only feeling, only doing.
 
She moved her head up and down, her lips and tongue exploring every inch of him, her movements slow and tentative at first, but growing bolder, more confident with every passing second.
 
Rohan groaned, his head falling back, his body arching instinctively towards her.
 
The sensation was incredible, a hot, wet, velvety caress that sent shivers of pleasure coursing through his veins.
 
He could feel her learning, adapting, her movements becoming more fluid, more confident, more skilled.
 
He could feel her desire, her hunger, her need to please him, and it was the most potent aphrodisiac he had ever known.
 
He looked at Anjali, his eyes dark with a primal, possessive hunger. He reached out, his hand coming to rest on the back of Neetu's head, covering Anjali's hand, his fingers tangling with hers.
 
Together, they guided her, their hands moving in a slow, steady rhythm, their eyes locked, their bodies in perfect sync.
 
"Look at me, Neetu," Rohan breathed, his voice a low, husky command. "Look at me while you do it."
 
Neetu looked up, her eyes hazy with arousal, her lips stretched around his thick, hard length.
 
The sight of her, so beautiful, so submissive, so eager to please, sent a fresh wave of desire crashing through him.