Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

  
  
The sight of her, bare and vulnerable before him, was more intoxicating than anything he had ever imagined.
 
"Beautiful," he murmured, his hands rising to cup her breasts. They were impossibly soft and warm, and he felt a jolt of pure pleasure shoot through him at the contact.
 
His thumbs began to trace slow, lazy circles around her nipples, and she gasped, her back arching into his touch.
 
"So soft," he breathed. "So warm. You're perfect, Mamta. Absolutely perfect."
 
"Rohan…" Her voice was a broken plea.
 
"I want to taste you," he whispered, lowering his head. "I want to feel you in my mouth."
 
He took her taut nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak.
 
She cried out, a sharp, desperate cry, her fingers clutching his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. Her legs began to tremble, threatening to buckle beneath her.
 
"You taste so good," he murmured against her skin. "So sweet. Like honey and warm milk."
 
His lips moved to her other breast, giving it the same reverent attention. He suckled, licked, and teased her, the softness and firmness of her breasts driving him to the edge of madness.
 
He had seen them in the theater, but this was a world away from a shadowy glimpse.
 
Here, she was freshly showered, her skin still warm and slightly damp from the water, and the taste of her was intoxicating.
 
"Rohan…" Her head was thrown back, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.
 
"I can't stop," he said, his voice a ragged growl against her skin. "You're too delicious."
 
He pulled back for just a moment, his eyes drinking in the sight of her. Her breasts were glistening with his saliva, the nipples dark and swollen from his attention.
 
The sight of them, so full, so perfectly round, so utterly his in this moment, made his cock throb with a need so fierce it was almost painful.
 
He cupped them both in his hands, squeezing gently, feeling their weight, their impossible softness. They overflowed his palms, spilling through his fingers like warm, living silk.