Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
 

 
Mamta swallowed hard, her throat dry.
 
She could see every detail of his cock… the thick veins that ran along his length, the broad, flared head that glistened with a bead of moisture at the tip.
 
His dick was so much more than she had anticipated, so much more than she had prepared herself for.
 
Her body responded instinctively, a rush of heat flooding her core, her thighs clenching together involuntarily.
 
"I didn't…" She shook her head, her eyes still fixed on him. "I've never seen anything like yours. I didn't know… I didn't know it could be…"
 
"Could be what?" he prompted, his voice a low, husky murmur.
 
He stepped closer, his thick lengthy dick bobbing with each movement, and she could feel the heat radiating from him. "Could be this big? This thick? This much?"
 
She nodded, unable to form words. Her heart was pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears.
 
A part of her was thinking of how it would feel inside her, and worried whether she could even take all of him.
 
But another part, a deeper, more primal part, was burning with curiosity, with a desperate, aching need to know what he would feel like.
 
"Don't worry," he said softly, his hand still stroking himself, his eyes dark and intense. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm going to be so gentle with you, Mamta. So careful. I'm going to take care of you."
 
His hand moved to position himself at her entrance, the thick head of his cock pressing against her wet, slick folds of her pussy.
 
The heat of her radiated against him, and he could feel her wetness, her readiness, her surrender.
 
The contrast between his thick, rigid length and her soft, yielding flesh made him shudder with need.
 
He looked down at her, at the way her eyes fluttered closed, at the way her lips parted in anticipation.
 
He could see the fear mixed with desire in her expression, the way her body was trembling with both longing and uncertainty.