Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
 

 
"No," Latha whispered, her voice trembling, her eyes still closed as if she were afraid to wake from a dream. "Never. No one has ever kissed me at all."
 
The confession sent a thrill of possessive pleasure through him. She was untouched, unspoiled, completely his to mold, to teach, to claim.
 
He pulled her closer, his arms tightening around her slender waist, pressing her small body against his.
 
"Then I'm going to show you what you've been missing," he said, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. "I'm going to teach you everything."
 
He kissed her again, deeper this time, more demanding.
 
His tongue plunged into her mouth, claiming her, tasting her, drinking in her sweetness.
 
She responded with a soft, desperate moan, her fingers twisting in his shirt, her body arching into his.
 
She was learning fast, her shy hesitation giving way to an eager, hungry need that surprised even her.
 
His lips left hers, trailing a path of soft, open-mouthed kisses along her jaw.
 
He kissed the delicate hinge of her jaw, the sensitive spot just below her ear, and she gasped, her head tilting back to give him better access.
 
He smiled against her skin, his tongue tracing the curve of her jaw, tasting the salt and sweetness of her.
 
"You make the most beautiful sounds," he murmured against her skin. "Every little gasp, every soft sigh—it's like music. I want to hear more. I want to hear everything."
 
He kissed her again, but this time he was gentle, almost reverent.
 
He took his time, his lips moving over hers with deliberate slowness, savoring the softness, the warmth, the yielding sweetness of her mouth.
 
His tongue traced the seam of her lips, and she opened for him immediately, eagerly, a soft moan escaping her throat as he delved inside.
 
He explored her mouth thoroughly, mapping every corner, every curve, every sensitive spot.