Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
 

 
Rohan slowly brought Latha in to the room and closed the door, the soft click of the latch sealing them in a world of their own.
 
The room was dim, lit only by the fading golden light of the late afternoon sun filtering through the dusty window, casting long, amber shadows across the worn floor.
 
The air was thick with the lingering scent of Neetu's desire, but now a new fragrance joined it, Latha's, clean and sweet, like fresh jasmine and morning dew.
 
He pulled her into his arms, his body enveloping her small, trembling frame. She was so tiny against him, so impossibly fragile, her head barely reaching the broad expanse of his chest.
 
He could feel the rapid flutter of her heartbeat against his ribs, could feel the fine tremor that ran through her delicate limbs like a current of electricity.
 
Her pale skin was warm beneath his hands, soft as silk, and she smelled faintly of rosewater and something else, something clean and young and achingly innocent.
 
His lips found hers, and she gasped against his mouth, her body stiffening with shock and uncertainty.
 
Her lips were soft, plush, and utterly unprepared for the assault of sensation that crashed over her.
 
She made a small, startled sound, her hands flying to his chest as if to push him away, but she didn't push.
 
She just held on, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, clinging to him as if he were the only solid thing in a world gone soft and strange.
 
"Relax," he murmured against her lips, his voice a low, velvet caress that vibrated through her. "Just relax. Trust me."
 
Her body slowly softened, the tension draining from her delicate frame like water from a cracked vessel.
 
She sagged against him, her weight settling into his arms, her lips parting slightly beneath his.