Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
 

 
"You're so wet," Rohan murmured. "You want me that much?"
 
"Mmm…" She could barely speak, her head thrown back. "But… Rohan…"
 
"Let me have you, dear. Let me take you completely."
 
He laid her down on the sofa, his body covering hers.
 
Her skin was warm beneath him, soft and yielding.
 
He could feel her heart racing against his chest, could feel her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
 
"I want to be inside you," he whispered, his voice a low, desperate plea. "I want to feel all of you."
 
"Rohan… Please, someone might see, it will be a problem. "
 
"Don’t stop me dear. You are so wet and soft for me," he breathed against her ear. "So ready."
 
"Rohan… Please…" Her protest was weak, barely a whisper.
 
He didn't listen. In his mind, he was thinking about her mother, Mamta.
 
He was feeling like he was entering Mamta.
 
Every touch, every sensation, every sound, it was all for her.
 
Neetu was just a vessel, a substitute for her mother, what he truly desired.
 
He positioned himself at the entrance of her pussy, the tip of his long, thick dick pressing against the slick folds of her pussy.
 
Neetu gasped, her eyes widening at the sheer size of him. Rohan was exceptionally endowed, his cock both long and thick, a fact that never failed to elicit reactions from his partners.
 
"Rohan…"
 
"I know." He pushed forward slowly, inch by inch, feeling her tight heat envelop him, just like he imagined her mom would. "I know. I've got you."
 
She cried out softly, her nails digging into his shoulders. He could feel her pussy stretching around his thick dick, could feel her body accepting him, surrendering to him.
 
The tightness was exquisite, her young pussy gripping him like a velvet glove.
 
"You feel so good," he breathed, his eyes closing. "So tight. So warm."