Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
Anjali moved closer, her naked body a warm, solid weight against Neetu's side.
 
She leaned in, her lips finding Neetu's ear. "That's it, sweetie," she murmured.
 
Her voice a sultry, encouraging whisper. "Take it. Take all of him. He's so good, isn't he? So big, so hard. He's going to make you feel so good."
 
Her words, a mixture of encouragement and a taunting reminder of the depravity of the situation, only fueled Neetu's arousal.
 
She was lost, a ship caught in a storm of pure sensation.
 
Rohan's cock was a piston, driving in and out of her, each thrust a little harder, a little deeper, a little faster.
 
He was finding a rhythm, a primal, ancient rhythm that was as old as time itself.
 
He was fucking her.
 
He was actually fucking her.
 
The thought was so surreal, so utterly unbelievable, that it made her head spin.
 
She was being used, a vessel for his pleasure, a toy for their forbidden games.
 
And she was loving every minute of it.
 
The pressure inside her was building again, a tight coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter, threatening to snap.
 
Rohan could feel it, the way her body was tensing, the way her moans were becoming more frantic, more desperate.
 
He intensified his efforts, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, more demanding.
 
He reached down, his thumb finding her clit, rubbing it in tight, hard circles that were almost painful in their intensity.
 
That was all it took.

 
With a loud, strangled cry that was a mixture of his name and a raw, primal scream, Neetu's world exploded for the second time that night. 

A wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure, more intense than the first, more intense than anything she had ever imagined, washed over her, consuming her, shattering her into a million pieces. 

Her body arched off the bed, her back bowing in a perfect, taut curve, her vision going white as the orgasm ripped through her, a tidal wave of ecstasy that left her breathless, trembling, and completely, utterly spent.