Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
 

 
"He wanted to know that you were nervous. That you were excited. That you wanted him to touch you as much as he wanted to touch you." Rohan whispered in her ears.
 
"Sir…" Her voice was barely a whisper, her lips trembling.
 
"I'm going to show you exactly what he wanted to do to you." Rohan's hand moved from her neck, sliding down to cup her cheek, tilting her face up toward him. "Exactly what you've been missing."
 
He leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear, and she gasped, her small hands coming up to grip his shirt for support.
 
She was trembling so violently now that her legs seemed barely able to hold her.
 
"He wanted to kiss you," Rohan breathed against her ear, his warm breath making her shiver.
 
"He wanted to taste your skin. He wanted to feel you melt against him, just like you're melting against me now."
 
His lips found her neck, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the delicate skin just below her ear, and she let out a high, breathy moan that seemed to surprise even her.
 
"He wanted to know what sounds you make when someone touches you here," he murmured, his tongue tracing the sensitive curve of her neck.
 
"He wanted to hear you gasp and moan and beg."
 
She was clutching at him now, her fingers twisting in the fabric of his shirt, her body pressed against his in a way that was both innocent and utterly wanton.
 
"And he wanted to touch you here." His hand slid down her side, past the curve of her waist, to rest on the swell of her hip.
 
"He wanted to feel how small you are. How fragile. How completely at his mercy."
 
She whimpered, her eyes fluttering closed, and Rohan smiled against her skin. He had her now, completely and utterly, and he was just getting started.