Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
He caged her in, his powerful arms on either side of her head, his knees pressing into the mattress between her legs.
 
He was a mountain of muscle and raw, masculine desire, and she was the small, trembling valley he was about to claim.
 
His cock, that magnificent, terrifying instrument of pleasure, was now directly above her.
 
It was so close she could feel the heat radiating from it, could see the thick, prominent veins pulsing with his heartbeat, could see the pearly bead of pre-cum glistening on the swollen, purple head.
 
It was no longer an abstract concept, a thing to be feared from a distance. It was here. It was real. And it was for her.
 
He lowered his head, his face hovering just inches above hers.
 
She could smell herself on him, the sweet, musky scent of Anjali's arousal mixed with his own unique, masculine scent. It was an intoxicating, forbidden perfume.
 
"Are you scared, Neetu?" he asked, his voice a soft, mocking whisper.
 
She couldn't speak. She could only manage a weak, frantic nod, her eyes wide with a mixture of terror and a desperate, undeniable longing.
 
He smiled, a slow, cruel, triumphant smile. "Good," he murmured. "You should be."
 
And then he kissed her.
 
It wasn't a gentle, tentative kiss like the one that had started this whole descent into depravity. It was a hard, demanding, punishing kiss.
 
His lips crushed hers, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth, claiming her, possessing her.
 
She could taste Anjali on him, the sweet, tangy flavor of his sister's pussy, and the thought was so depraved, so utterly forbidden, that it sent a fresh wave of gushing arousal through her.
 
She was kissing the mouth that had just pleasured his sister. She was tasting their shared sin. And she was loving it.
 
His hands began to roam, his touch a brand of fire on her sensitive skin.