Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
"Umm… Rohan…"
 
"Don't move. Just let me feel you."
 
His thumb found her nipple, tracing it gently. She bit her lip to keep from moaning.
 
"You're so responsive," he murmured. "Every time I touch you, you respond."
 
"I can't help it. You make me feel so good."
 
"Good. I want to make you feel good. I want to make you feel everything."
 
His hand moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention.
 
"Beautiful," he breathed. "Absolutely beautiful."
 
"Rohan, "
 
"Your nipples are so hard."
 
"It is all because of you. You made me like this. I never expected I would ever do anything like this."
 
"Isn’t it exciting?"
 
His hand moved faster with desperation between both of her breasts in her blouse.
 
She is getting more and more excited. Her breath was coming in short gasps.
 
"Rohan… "
 
"Beautiful," he whispered. "So beautiful."
 
"You're going to destroy me."
 
"I'm going to make you feel alive."
 
His hands moved with predatory precision, finding the bottom hooks of Mamta's blouse. 

With practiced fingers, he unhooked bottom three hooks one by one before she noticed, the soft clicking sounds lost in the movie's soundtrack.
 
Mamta stiffened, her hands flying to her chest. "Rohan…, no…" she whispered urgently. "Someone will see."
 
"Shh," he commanded, pushing her hands away. "No one will be going to see, Anjali's watching out for us."
 
He pushed the fabric of her blouse upward, exposing her breasts to the cool air of the theater. 

Mamta felt a wave of shame wash over her, but beneath it, a dangerous current of excitement.
 
His hands were on her now, cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. 

They hardened instantly at his touch, pebbling into tight buds that ached for more.
 
Looking at them in the movie light, "Perfect," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Just like I imagined."