Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
Rohan can see an inviting look in her eyes.
 
He knew she is going to what he wants.
 
"We can," he growled, his mouth finally finding hers.
 
The kiss was deep and demanding, a possessive claim that left no room for argument.
 
He kissed her like he owned her, and in that moment, she felt like he did.
 
He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against hers, his breathing ragged.
 
"Don’t worry, Anjali is talking to your mom. She will keep your mom busy until we go. Now, tell me what to do. Tell me how to make her fall for me."
 
As he spoke, his hand slid from her breast down to the hem of her kurti, slipping underneath it to find the warm, soft skin of her stomach.
 
His fingers danced along the waistband of her jeans, teasing, promising.
 
He was tempting her, bribing her with pleasure, using her own body against her.
 
And it was working.
 
"She... she likes poetry," Neetu gasped, her mind racing, her body on fire.
 
"Old romantic poetry. Ghalib, Faiz. And... she loves gardens. She always wanted a big garden with lots of roses."
 
Rohan smiled against her skin, a slow, triumphant smile.
 
"Roses," he murmured.
 
"I can do roses." His fingers dipped lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her jeans and the soft cotton of her panties, finding the slick, swollen folds of her pussy.
 
"Anything else? What does she like to do for fun? What makes her feel... alive?"
 
Neetu's knees buckled as his fingers found her clit, circling it with a slow, maddening pressure.
 
"She... she likes to dance," she managed to choke out, her voice a desperate, breathless whisper.
 
"She used to take Kathak classes. She hasn't danced in years, but... she misses it."
 
"Perfect," Rohan growled, his voice thick with lust and victory.
 
He was getting everything he wanted.
 
He was mapping out his conquest, using his newest lover as his unwilling, yet eager, informant.