Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
 
"Ecstatic," Rohan breathed, his fingers finding the edge of her petticoat, dipping lower, brushing against her pussy through the thin, damp fabric.
 
A shudder ran through him as he felt the heat radiating from her core. "God, you're so wet. All this from just a little teasing?"
 
"All this from you," she corrected, her hips pressing into his hand, seeking more friction. "You're the one who…" Her words dissolved into a sharp gasp as his thumb found her clit through the fabric, circling it with agonizing precision.
 
"I'm the one what?" His voice was a dark, teasing purr, his thumb pressing down slightly harder, feeling her swell beneath his touch.
 
"You're the one who's impossible," she gasped, her head falling back against the pillow, her neck arching. "You're the one who's been torturing me for weeks with those looks, those touches, those whispered words that made me burn."
 
"And you're the one who's melting," he said, his voice a low, possessive growl against her throat.
 
"Right in my hands. Exactly where I want you. I can feel how much you want me. I can feel it in the way you tremble, in the way you push against my hand like you can't get enough."
 
He kissed her neck, his lips tracing the frantic pulse point at her throat while his thumb continued its lazy, torturous circles. She was writhing beneath him now, a soft, breathless whimper escaping her lips with every rotation of his thumb.
 
The thin cotton of her petticoat was soaked through, clinging to her folds, and he could feel every contour of her through the fabric, the plush heat of her, the way she opened for him even through the barrier.
 
He pushed the petticoat down just enough, exposing her slick, swollen flesh of her pussy to the cool air of the room.
 
She gasped at the sudden sensation, and then his fingers were there, sliding through her wetness of the her pussy lips, parting her folds with a slow, deliberate reverence.