Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
 
Rohan laughed, a low, satisfied sound, and then he was back at her breasts, alternating between them, giving each equal attention.
 
He suckled her right nipple while his hand teased the left, then switched, never letting her grow accustomed to one sensation before introducing another.
 
He laved them with his tongue, bit them with the gentlest pressure, kissed them with reverence.
 
"Your breasts are perfect," he said, his voice reverent. "Round and full and soft. They're like ripe fruit, and I'm starving. I want to taste every inch of them. I want to memorize their shape with my tongue. I want to fall asleep with my face between them and wake up to the same."
 
He pressed his cheek against her chest, feeling the rapid flutter of her heartbeat against his skin.
 
He closed his eyes, savoring the moment, the warmth, the softness, the intoxicating scent of her. His hands continued to caress her, unable to stop touching her.
 
"I can feel your heart racing," he whispered. "Is that for me?"
 
"All for you," she breathed, her voice trembling. "All of it is for you."
 
He lifted his head, his eyes burning into hers. "Good. Because all of this is mine now." He squeezed her breasts gently, possessively. "These are mine. I'm going to taste them every chance I get. I'm going to kiss them, lick them, worship them until you can't remember a time when my mouth wasn't on you."
 
And with that, he dove back in, his lips and tongue and hands a frenzy of devotion against her soft, yielding flesh. He couldn't get enough.
 
He didn't want to get enough.
 
He wanted to lose himself in her, in the warmth and softness of her breasts, in the sounds of her pleasure, in the way she surrendered to him completely.
 
Time ceased to exist. The world beyond this kitchen, beyond her body, simply faded away.
 
He was hers, and she was his, and nothing else mattered.
 
He began to kiss his way down her body, his lips trailing a path of fire across her skin.