Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
 
Neetu could feel every touch, every movement, with heightened awareness. The pleasure was overwhelming, and she clung to Rohan's back with her nails digging in painfully, desperate to hold onto him, to feel his strength and power as he filled her with his seed for the first time.
 
Her pussy clenched around him, a series of tight, rhythmic spasms that milked his cock with relentless intensity. The pleasure was so intense it made every nerve ending in her body hum like electricity. She felt as though she would shatter into a million pieces any moment but the sensation was too exquisite to resist.
 
Rohan groaned in pleasure, his hips moving faster now, relishing the way Neetu's body responded to his touch. She was so wet for him, her pussy clenching around him like a vice as he pulled out slowly before thrusting back in.
 
Rohan leaned over Neetu, pressing her body back into the mattress as he pounded into her with renewed vigor. His thrusts were deep and hard, each one sending jolts of pleasure through her entire being. She could feel him shifting slightly, adjusting his angle to hit a spot inside her that made her whole body convulse in response. She screamed Rohan's name as his dick banging something deep inside her pussy.
 
Rohan's thrusts became erratic and desperate, each one pushing him closer and closer to the edge. He could feel Neetu’s pussy walls clenching around his cock, milking him with every muscle in her body. This was his first time making love too, and Rohan felt a primal urge to prolong this moment of shared ecstasy.
 
Neetu's scream reverberated through the room, echoing off the walls as she rode out wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure. Neetu's orgasm crashed over her once more, this time even stronger than before.  She clung to his back with her nails digging in painfully, desperate to hold onto him, to feel his strength and power as he filled her with his seed for the first time.
 
With a loud, guttural roar, Rohan thrust into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt, his body tensing as he emptied himself deep inside her. She could feel the hot, thick spurts of his cum filling her, an ultimate act of possession, a brand that marked her as his forever.
 
He collapsed on top of her, his body a heavy, sweaty weight, his chest heaving with ragged, desperate breaths. His lips found hers in a fevered kiss, tongues tangling together in the aftermath of their shared climax. Rohan held Neetu tightly to him, unwilling to let go, savoring this moment as the first time they had made love.
 
Neetu lay there beneath him, her body trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, her heart racing with raw emotion and desire.  

His cum leaking out of her, her body a beautiful, shattered mess of pleasure and satisfaction. 

She was no longer just Neetu. 

She was theirs forever.

This was their first time making love, and she knew that it would always be a special memory for them both. As she lay there, dazed and sated, she felt his body still pulsing within her, a reminder of this moment.
 
Rohan's hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve and dip in the darkened room, leaving trails of fire in their wake. He kissed along her jawline, his lips moving to her neck where he nipped gently at the sensitive skin.
 
Neetu knew, with a chilling certainty, that this moment marked the beginning of something new between them. There was no going back now. She lost her virginity to Rohan. She didn’t plan for it, but she enjoyed every moment of it.

 

She lay there, pinned beneath him, his cum leaking out of her, her body a beautiful, shattered mess of pleasure and satisfaction.
 
And as she lay there, dazed and sated, she knew, with a chilling certainty, that there was no going back.
 
 
But as the waves of pleasure subsided, a new sensation began to register through the fog of Neetu's ecstasy.
 
It was a low, guttural groan from Rohan, a sound that was not of triumph, but of sharp, unexpected pain.
 
He stiffened against her, his body going rigid for a moment before he slumped forward, his forehead resting on her shoulder.
 
His breath hitched, a sharp, hissing intake of air that was completely different from the ragged pants of his climax.
 
Neetu, her own body still quivering in the aftershocks, was confused.
 
She felt a subtle shift inside her, a slight withdrawal as he instinctively tried to pull away from the source of his discomfort.
 
The motion was infinitesimal, but she felt it.
 
A flicker of concern cut through her post-coital haze.
 
"Rohan?" she whispered, her voice hoarse. "Are you... okay?"