Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
 
Rohan pressed his lips to the hollow of her navel, kissing it deeply, then trailed his tongue in a straight line downward, following the faint, silvery trail of fine hair that led from her belly button to the edge of her saree.
 
He paused there, his lips brushing the fabric, feeling the heat of her radiating through the thin cotton.
 
"Your belly is so beautiful," he breathed, his hands splaying across her waist, his thumbs stroking the soft skin just above her hips.
 
"I could kiss it forever. I could write poetry about it. Every curve, every dip, every inch of you is perfect."
 
He kissed her belly again, this time with more passion, his lips moving in slow, languid circles across the soft expanse.
 
He traced the subtle curve of her waist, following the natural line of her body, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath his mouth.
 
His tongue flicked out, tasting her, and she moaned, a low, throaty sound that made his blood sing.
 
"I love the way you taste," he murmured. "I love the way your skin feels against my lips. I love the way you shiver when I touch you here." He pressed his tongue flat against her belly button, dragging it upward in a slow, wet path. "I love the way you respond to me. Every little gasp. Every tremble. It's intoxicating."
 
He kissed his way across her belly, from one side to the other, his lips tracing a slow, deliberate path that left no inch unexplored.
 
He nuzzled into the soft curve of her side, inhaling her scent, then returned to her navel, unable to stay away from it.
 
He pressed his lips to it once more, feeling its delicate shape against his mouth, and she squirmed beneath him, a breathless laugh escaping her.
 
"You're tickling me," she whispered, her voice a mix of pleasure and protest.
 
"Am I?" He smiled against her skin. "Should I stop?"
 
"No," she said quickly, her hand tightening in his hair. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."