Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
 
The graceful arch of Mamta’s back, the gentle flare of her hips, the perfect roundness of her ass, it was a sight that made his breath catch in his throat.
 
"God," he breathed, his voice barely a whisper. "You're even more beautiful from this angle."
 
He knelt behind her, his hands finding the smooth expanse of her back.
 
He traced the elegant line of her spine, following the shallow groove that led from the base of her neck to the small of her back.
 
His fingers were light, barely grazing her skin, and she shivered beneath him, a soft, breathy moan escaping her lips.
 
"Your back," he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to her shoulder blade. "It's perfect. Every curve, every dip. I want to kiss every inch of it."
 
He began to do just that, his lips tracing the line of her spine, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses to each vertebra.
 
He took his time, his mouth moving slowly, reverently, tasting her warm skin.
 
She arched beneath him, pressing her back into his lips, seeking more contact, and he smiled against her skin.
 
"You like that, don't you?" he whispered. "You like being worshipped. Being adored. Being made to feel like the most beautiful woman in the world."
 
"Yes," she breathed, her voice muffled by the cushion. "I love it. I love the way you touch me."
 
He reached the small of her back, pausing there to press his lips to the delicate dimples just above the curve of her ass.
 
She gasped, her hips twitching beneath his mouth, and he laughed softly, a low, knowing sound.
 
"You're so sensitive here," he murmured, his thumbs stroking those same dimples. "I can feel you trembling. I can feel how much you want this."
 
He kissed his way lower, his lips trailing down the curve of her spine until they reached the top of her ass.
 
He paused there, his hands gripping her ass cheeks, feeling their firm, round fullness.