Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
 

 
"And your legs," Rohan continued, his hand sliding down her thigh, tracing the smooth curve of it through her salwar. "So smooth. So soft. I want to feel them wrapped around me, Latha. I want to feel you hold me close."
 
"Sir…" Latha was trembling now, her entire body quaking with a need she couldn't name.
 
"Beautiful," he whispered, his lips finding her neck again. "So beautiful. I could spend hours just looking at you, touching you, learning every part of you."
 
She was moaning softly, a continuous, breathy sound that seemed to come from somewhere deep inside her. "I never… I didn't know…"
 
"I know." He pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her tiny frame. "I know you didn't know. I know this is all new to you. But it feels good, doesn't it? This feels so good."
 
"Mmm…" she breathed, her voice trembling. "Yes, it feels so good."
 
"I've never felt anything like this," she admitted, her eyes meeting his. "I didn't know it could feel like this. I didn't know I could feel like this."
 
"Good." He pressed his forehead to hers, his breath mingling with hers. "That's how it should be. Your first time should be special. It should be with someone who knows what you need. Someone who will take care of you."
 
He pulled back, looking at her, drinking in the sight of her flushed face, her swollen lips, her dark, desire-filled eyes.
 
She was utterly transformed, no longer the shy, innocent girl who had been frozen in the corridor, but a woman awakened to the depths of her own desire.
 
"Soon," he said, his voice low and urgent. "I want to see you soon. I want to continue this. Let us plan something."
 
"What?" Her voice was breathless, confused.
 
"You know what." His eyes held hers, dark and knowing. "You have seen me and Neetu. You know what I want. What we both want."