Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
"Rohan..." Mamta gasped against his mouth.
 
"Shh," he whispered, his lips brushing against hers. "Just let me touch you."
 
For the next ten minutes, his touch became more intimate, his fingers tracing patterns on her breasts over her blouse, learning her responses and playing with both her breasts over her blouse.
 
Mamta's breathing had changed completely. 

It was shallow, fast, almost ragged. 

She was staring at the screen, but she was seeing nothing. 

Her entire world had shrunk to the space between them, to the touch of his hands on her body.
 
"Tell me what you want," he whispered, his lips at her ear.
 
"Please," she breathed. "This is dangerous. Let us stop here."
 
A rush of triumphant desire swept through him. "Open your eyes," he commanded softly. "Look at the screen."
 
She did, her eyes glazed with a haze of passion.
 
"Now watch," he whispered. "Watch the movie while I touch you."
 
He continued kissing her cheeks, neck, ear, hair  and his hand exploring her boobs over her blouse.
 
Her saree pallu is just covering his hand, but if anyone looks at her chest, they can clearly see his hand moving on her breasts behind her pallu.
 
Neither of them noticed what is going on the screen, finally when the interval is coming close, the lights were slowly turning upup, Mamta was composed.
 
He pulled his hand out, arranging her blouse back into place.
 
Her saree was smoothed down. 

Her hair was in place. 

Her expression was calm, pleasant, perfectly normal. 

But her eyes held a new light, a secret knowledge that was theirs alone.
 
Both of them crossed a huge line when the lights were off.