Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
Mamta’s body melted against his, every curve yielding, every muscle going soft.
 
She tasted like honey and desire, like the promise of everything he'd been chasing through the darkness.
 
His hands moved to her back.
 
And then lower.
 
His palms found the curve of her ass through the silk of her saree.
 
They were soft and warm, impossibly full, and he squeezed them with both hands, feeling the firmness beneath the softness, the way her flesh yielded and then resisted.
 
He remembered the first time he'd seen her walking away from him, that day, months ago, when she'd worn a similar saree and he'd watched her move across the room.
 
He hadn't been able to take his eyes off her ass.
 
The sway of her hips.
 
The way the silk had clung to her ass, hinting at everything beneath.
 
He'd imagined this moment a thousand times.
 
Dreamed about it.
 
And now he was feeling it.
 
Feeling the softness and the firmness of her ass cheeks beneath his palms, the warmth of her skin through the whisper-thin silk.
 
He squeezed again, harder this time, and she gasped against his mouth.
 
"Rohan…" she moaned softly.
 
The sound went through him like lightning.
 
"Tell me what you want."
 
"I want you to take me to the bedroom.
 
I want you to make love to me."
 
"Are you ready?"
 
"I've been ready for so long.
 
I was just too scared to admit it."
 
"Then let's go."
 
He took her hand and let her lead him through the darkness.