Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
 

 
Neetu came again, her body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure washed over her. This time, Rohan felt his own release building, his balls tightening as the pressure mounted.
 
"I'm going to come deep inside you now," he growled, his movements becoming more erratic. "I'm going to fill you up until you're dripping with my cum."
 
His words seemed to trigger another orgasm in Neetu, her pussy clenching around him as she cried out his name.
 
The sensation was too much for Rohan, with a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside her and released, his cock pulsing as he shot load after load of hot cum into her already filled pussy.
 
When he finally released finally in to Neetu, Mamta’s daughter, he collapsed on top of her, both of them panting and sweating.
 
Neetu was completely spent, her body limp beneath his.
 
Rohan's heart pounded against his ribs, his skin slick with sweat.
 
The frustration from his earlier encounter with her mom, Mamta, was finally gone, replaced by a deep, satisfied calm of her daughter.
 
He had used Neetu, fucked her hard and long until he was satisfied, all while imagining she was her mother.
 
And as he lay there, his softening cock still buried inside her, he knew this wouldn't be the last time.
 
Not until he had Mamta in his bed, taking his cock the way her daughter just had.
 
When it was over, he held her close, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
 
His heart pounded against his ribs, his skin slick with sweat.
 
The frustration was gone, replaced by a deep, satisfied calm.
 
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice soft and sated. "For everything."
 
"Thank you, darling," he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "For trusting me."
 
"I trust you completely."
 
"Good." He stroked her hair. "Because I'm going to take care of you."
 
He kissed her forehead one more time, then pulled back, adjusting his clothes.
 
His body was sated, his mind clear.
 
The aching need that had consumed him was finally quiet.
 
"I should…" He started, his eyes scanning the room. But then he saw something that made him freeze.
 
Through the small window in the door, a face was visible.
 
A girl.
Maybe short and slim.
 
Pale skin with a delicate dusting of freckles across her cheek.
 
Wide, dark eyes that were fixed on them with an intensity that made his breath catch.
 
She was pressed against the glass, her cheek nearly touching it, her lips parted in a soft, hungry sigh.
 
The expression in her face clearly tells him that she is not just looking. She probably touching between her thighs with her hand and moving in a slow, rhythmic motion.
 
She probably was touching herself.
Watching them.
 
Neetu followed his gaze and gasped. "That's Latha. She's in my class. Oh god, she saw everything."
 
Rohan's mind raced. A witness.
 
But not just a witness, someone who was aroused by what she'd seen. Someone who wanted more.
 
Her eyes met his through the glass, dark and hungry, and she didn't look away.
 
She didn't even blush.
 
She just kept watching, kept touching herself, kept drinking in the sight of them.
 
And then he smiled. A slow, knowing smile that sent a shiver down her spine.
 
Interesting, he thought, his lips curving into a matching smile.
 
Very interesting.
 
He leaned close to Neetu, his voice a low whisper against her ear.
 
"Don't worry about her," he murmured.
 
"I think Latha and we are going to become very good friends."
 
I strongly believe, she will join us one day. 
 
I will make it happen.