Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
Rohan could feel his climax building, a tight, coiling knot of pleasure in his belly, a pressure that demanded to be released.
 
"Anjali," he breathed, his voice a low, desperate groan. "I'm... I'm going to..."
 
"I know," Anjali whispered, her voice a low, triumphant purr. "Let go. Give it to her. Let her taste you."
 
With a final, guttural cry, Rohan came, his body convulsing with the force of his orgasm, his release hot and thick and copious, flooding Neetu's mouth, filling her senses, stealing her breath.
 
Neetu gasped, her eyes widening in shock, her body trembling with a mixture of surprise and a terrifying, thrilling sense of accomplishment.
 
She had done it.
 
She had pleased him. She had given him this pleasure.
 
And in that moment, as she tasted him, felt him, experienced him in the most intimate way possible, she felt a surge of power, a surge of connection, a surge of pure, unadulterated ecstasy that was more potent, more intoxicating, than anything she had ever felt before.
 
She swallowed, her body trembling, her mind a blank slate of pure sensation.
 
She could feel him softening in her mouth, the last vestiges of his release on her tongue, and she felt a strange sense of loss, a sudden, overwhelming need to have him back, to feel him hard and thick and demanding inside her again.
 
Anjali pulled her back gently, her hands still on Neetu's head, her touch a grounding, steadying presence. "Easy," she whispered, her voice a soft, soothing murmur. "Easy, Neetu. It's over. You did it. You were perfect."
 
Neetu looked up at her, her eyes hazy with a mixture of shock, satisfaction, and a newfound, insatiable hunger. "I... I did it," she breathed, her voice barely audible in the charged silence of the fort.
 
"You did," Anjali said, her voice a low, triumphant purr. "You were perfect. Absolutely perfect."