Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
 

 
Rohan pushed the fabric of her kameez aside, revealing her shoulder.
 
The skin there was impossibly pale, almost luminous in the dim light, and he pressed his lips to it, kissing her softly.
 
She shivered, a fine tremble that ran through her entire body.
 
"Your shoulder," he murmured against her skin. "So pale. So smooth. Like cream."
 
He kissed his way along her collarbone, savoring the delicate jut of bone beneath her soft skin.
 
The fabric of her kameez was slipping, revealing more and more of her, the graceful curve of her neck, the hollow of her throat, the top of her chest where the swell of her breasts began.
 
"You're so beautiful," he breathed. "Every inch of you is perfect."
 
His hands moved down her body, tracing her waist, her hips, the gentle curve of her back.
 
Every inch of her was tiny, soft and delicate, and he couldn't stop touching her, couldn't stop exploring the landscape of her small, perfect form.
 
His hand moved lower, finding the curve of her ass cheeks.
 
They were small, but generous for her slender frame, fitting perfectly into his palms like they were made for his hands.
 
The fabric of her salwar was soft and thin, and he could feel the warmth of her skin beneath, the firm, yielding softness of her flesh.
 
"Your ass," he murmured, his voice low and reverent. "So soft and so firm. Perfect. Just like the rest of you."
 
He squeezed gently, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh, and she gasped, her body pressing into his hands as if seeking more contact.
 
He could feel the tension in her, the barely restrained hunger, the desperate need that she didn't even fully understand.
 
"Sir…" Her voice was a broken whisper, her eyes glazed with desire.
 
His hands squeezed her ass cheeks firmly, holding her close, pulling her against him until she could feel the hard length of his dick pressing against her belly.
 
She gasped, her eyes widening, but she didn't pull away.