Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
Anjali positioned Rohan between Neetu's spread legs, his body a hard, heavy weight that pinned her to the bed, a thrilling, terrifying reminder of his power, his desire.
 
"Easy," Anjali whispered, her voice a soft, soothing murmur. "Easy, Neetu. Just relax. Let him in. Let him love you."
 
 
Rohan turned to Neetu, his eyes burning with a fire that was both triumphant and predatory.
 
The sight of his face, slick with his sister's essence, was so profoundly forbidden, so viscerally erotic, that it sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated lust through Neetu's veins.
 
She felt a fresh gush of wetness between her thighs, her body betraying her shock and responding with a primal, undeniable need.
 
He knew he could bed her today. His plan worked so perfect and this Kashmiri apple is right in front of him. He want to enjoy her now.
 
He know nothing can stop him from having her. His dick has been waiting to enter a pussy for a long time.
 
"Ready Neetu? Ready for an experience of your lifetie?" he said, his voice a low, husky growl that vibrated through Neetu's very bones. It wasn't a question. It was a declaration. A sentence.
 
Anjali, still floating in the hazy afterglow of her orgasm, let out a soft, contented laugh.
 
She turned her head on the pillow, her eyes, dark and sated, finding Neetu's. "He's right, you know," she murmured, her voice a sultry, satisfied purr. "It's only fair. We've both had our fun. Now it's time for the main event."
 
The main event. The words hung in the air, heavy with terrifying, thrilling finality.
 
This was it. The point of no return. The moment she had been both dreading and anticipating with a sick, twisted excitement.
 
Rohan didn't wait for a response.
 
He moved, a fluid, predatory grace that was both beautiful and terrifying.
 
He shifted his body, turning away from his sister and positioning himself directly over Neetu.