Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
 

 
Neetu tasted like innocence, like trust, like everything her like her mom.
 
He could feel Mamta’s lips when he is kissing Neetu.
 
When he pulled back, his eyes were dark with want. "I need you, Neetu. I need to feel you. All of you."
 
"But…" She glanced around nervously. "Here? In the college? Someone might see us…"
 
"Don't think." His hands moved to her hips, gripping her firmly. "Just feel. Just give yourself to me."
 
"But Rohan…"
 
"I've wanted you," he said, his voice a low, hungry growl. "I've wanted to have you again. It's been so long since we've been together. Too long."
 
"Mmm…" She bit her lip, her eyes fluttering. "Me too…"
 
His hands roamed her body, her waist, her hips, the soft curve of her back.
 
Every curve felt familiar, like her mom, he felt this morning, yet different.
 
As his fingers traced her shape, he couldn't help but compare.
 
Her waist was slightly narrower than Mamta's.
 
Her hips were just a fraction less generous.
 
But the overall shape, the way she moved beneath his touch, it was so achingly similar to her mom.
 
In his mind, he could almost pretend she was her mother.
 
Mamta.
 
The thought pulsed through him, hot and possessive.
 
This is for you Mamta. This is what you denied me. Your daughter is going get that.
 
Neetu shivered beneath his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.
 
"You're so soft, like your mom" he murmured against her neck.
 
"So warm. I love the way you feel against me."
 
"Rohan…" she was confused.
 
"Don't stop me." His voice was rough, demanding. "I need this. I need you."
 
His lips found her neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to her sensitive skin.
 
He tasted her, clean and sweet, with a hint of vanilla.
 
But in his mind, it was jasmine he tasted. It was Neetu’s mother’s warmth he felt.
 
It was Mamta's soft gasps he heard.
 
"You taste so good," he breathed against her skin. "I can't get enough of you."