Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
 
Mamta was gasping now, her chest heaving, her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, urging him on.
 
"Yes," she whimpered, her voice high and breathless. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
 
He released her nipple with a wet pop and looked up at her, his eyes dark and wild with desire. "I'm not stopping," he promised, his voice a low, husky rasp. "I'm never stopping. I could spend hours here, worshipping these perfect breasts. Days. Forever."
 
He turned his attention to her other breast, but this time he didn't just suckle, he devoured.
 
He took as much of her fullness into his mouth as he could, his tongue flattening against her nipple, pressing it against the roof of his mouth.
 
He suckled hard, drawing a sharp cry from her, and then he gentled, soothing her with soft licks and kisses.
 
He alternated between roughness and tenderness, driving her wild with the contrast.
 
His hands never stopped moving, never stopped exploring. He squeezed her breasts together, pressing them against his face, burying himself in their warmth.
 
He kissed the space between her breasts, then trailed his tongue along the top of her breast, following the line of her blouse that was no longer there.
 
He nipped at her collarbone, then returned to her nipples, unable to stay away from them for more than a few seconds.
 
"I love the weight of them," he murmured, lifting one heavy globe in his hand, feeling its fullness. "I love how they fill my hands, how they respond to my touch. I love how your nipples get so hard for me, how they beg for my mouth."
 
He licked a slow, wet stripe from the base of her breast to the very tip of her nipple, then blew a soft breath across the moistened peak. She shivered violently, a desperate whimper escaping her throat.
 
"Rohan, please…"
 
"Please what?" He smiled, a wicked, knowing smile. "Please keep going? Please never stop? Please devour you until you can't think straight?"
 
"Yes," she gasped. "All of it. All of that."