Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
 
Rohan brought them to his lips, his eyes never leaving hers, and sucked them clean with a deliberate, almost reverent slowness.
 
His tongue swirled around each digit, tasting every drop of her, and a low, satisfied groan rumbled from deep in his chest.
 
"You taste even better than I imagined," he said, his voice thick and husky.
 
"Sweet and wet and so fucking perfect. I could spend the rest of my life just tasting you."
 
She stared at him, her chest heaving, her skin flushed a deep, rosy pink that spread from her cheeks down to the swell of her breasts.
 
Her eyes were wide, dark pools of desire, and her lips were parted, still trembling from the aftershocks of his touch.
 
"You're... you're a menace," she whispered, her voice a shaky, breathless mix of awe and accusation.
 
"I'm yours," he corrected, a possessive edge creeping into his voice.
 
His hands found the waistband of her petticoat, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed the thin fabric down over her hips, baring her completely.
 
The cotton slid down her thighs, past her knees, and pooled at her feet, leaving her utterly naked before him.
 
She was bare beneath him, exposed and trembling in the soft grey light.
 
Every inch of her skin glowed with warmth, her body a masterpiece of soft curves and delicate hollows.
 
He sat back on his heels for a moment, just looking at her, drinking in the sight of her sprawled before him, her full breasts heaving, her belly rising and falling with each ragged breath, the dark triangle of hair between her thighs glistening with evidence of her desire.
 
He spread her thighs slowly, his hands firm on her soft, warm flesh, and stepped between them, positioning himself so that he could feel the heat radiating from her core against his clothed body.
 
The contrast of his rough denim against her bare skin made her gasp, and he smiled, a predatory curve of his lips.