Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
Rohan’s lips crashed into hers, taking her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss that was all consuming. It was a kiss of raw, primal need, and she responded in kind, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
 
"You taste so good," he murmured against her lips, his tongue sweeping into her mouth to taste her sweetness. "I can't get enough of you."
 
"Rohan…" She could barely form the word, her mind dissolving into a haze of sensation.
 
"Don't talk," he commanded softly, his lips moving down her jaw. "Just feel."
 
His hands moved to her shoulders, and with a single, fluid motion, he pushed the pallu aside completely.
 
The silken fabric fell away, pooling around her waist, revealing her smooth shoulder, her elegant collarbone, the heaving swells of her full, magnificent breasts hidden beneath her blouse.
 
Her skin was dewy and warm, and the sight of her nearly undid him.
 
"Beautiful," he breathed, his voice thick with awe. "So incredibly beautiful."
 
He kissed her neck, his lips tracing a slow, deliberate path down to her collarbone, where he paused to taste the hollow at its base. She moaned, a soft, keening sound that was pure surrender.
 
"I want to see all of you," he said, his hands finding the edge of her blouse. "I want to touch all of you."
 
"Mmm…" It was all the consent he needed.
 
His fingers found the hook of her blouse and, with a deliberate slowness that felt like torture, he undid it.
 
The fabric fell away, parting like a curtain to reveal her true beauty. She wore no bra, she didn’t need to, her breasts were naturally firm and impossibly full.
 
His breath caught in his throat. "God," he breathed, his voice barely a whisper. "You're incredible."
 
"Rohan…"
 
"Shh." He placed a finger against her lips. "Just let me look at you. Let me memorize you."
 
His eyes devoured her, drinking in every perfect curve, every soft, womanly place. Her breasts were high and full, tipped with dark, tight nipples that ached for his attention.