Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
 

 
"Rohan… Someone might…"
 
"I don't care." His hand moved to the edge of her shirt. "I don't care who sees. I don't care about anything but you."
 
"You're so hot, Neetu," he whispered, his voice thick with desire.
 
He pushed her shirt up, revealing her breasts. They were full and beautiful, her nipples already tight and pebbled with arousal.
 
He cupped her breasts gently, feeling their weight, their warmth.
 
"So soft," he breathed. "So perfect. Just like your mom."
 
"Rohan…" Her voice was uncertain, a flicker of confusion in her eyes.
 
"Shh." He silenced her with a kiss, his hands kneading her breasts.
 
"When I see you, Neetu, I feel like I'm seeing your mom. The same curves. The same softness. The same warmth."
 
His lips found her nipple, taking it into his mouth.
 
She cried out softly, her back arching, her fingers tangling in his hair.
 
He suckled her greedily, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak, drawing breathless moans from her lips.
 
"You taste so good," he murmured against her skin. "I could do this forever."
 
His hands moved to her waist, finding the edge of her jeans. He wanted to complete what her mother had stopped.
 
He wanted to claim what had been denied by her mother.
 
The frustration was a fire in his veins, and Neetu was the only release.
 
"Let's see what's in here…" He unbuttoned her jeans with impatient fingers, sliding them down her hips.
 
Her skin was warm beneath his touch, soft and smooth. In his eyes, he was looking at Mamta.
 
He was touching Mamta.
He was claiming her mother, what should have been his.
 
"So beautiful," he breathed, his eyes roaming over her. "Every inch of you. I'm sure you're tighter than your mom."
 
"Rohan…" Her voice was a whimper, a mix of pleasure and confusion.
 
His hand found her clit, sliding beneath the waistband of her underwear. She was wet, slick with desire, and the feel of her made him groan.