Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
 

 
Rohan learned the way her tongue responded to him, the way her breath caught when he sucked gently on her lower lip, the way she shivered when he bit down with the barest pressure.
 
He filed away every reaction, every sound, every tremor, cataloging them for future use.
 
"I love the way you taste," he murmured, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. "I love the way you respond to me. Like you were made for this. Made for me."
 
Her cheeks flushed a deep, rosy pink, and she looked away, unable to meet his gaze. He caught her chin gently, turning her face back to him.
 
"Don't look away," he said softly. "I want to see your eyes when I kiss you. I want to see the desire in them. I want to see you fall apart for me."
 
He kissed her again, and this time there was no hesitation, no shyness.
 
She kissed him back with a passion that surprised them both, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
 
Her lips parted beneath his, soft and eager, and she moaned against his mouth as his tongue swept inside.
 
"Yes," he breathed against her lips. "Just like that. Kiss me like you mean it. Kiss me like you've been waiting your whole life for this."
 
She did. She kissed him with an intensity that made his head spin, her small body pressing against his, her hands clutching at him like he was the only thing keeping her tethered to the earth.
 
He could feel the rapid flutter of her pulse beneath his fingertips, could feel the heat radiating from her skin, could taste the desperate hunger in her kiss.
 
He broke the kiss slowly, his lips still brushing against hers as he spoke. "You're a fast learner," he murmured, a hint of approval in his voice. "A very fast learner."
 
She blushed, her eyes dropping shyly.