Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
 

 
Mamta’s hands explored his chest, her fingers tracing the line of his collarbones, the muscles of his shoulders, the hard planes of his stomach.
 
"You're so strong," she murmured, her hands moving lower.
 
"So different from me."
 
Her fingers found the button of his pants, deftly undoing it.
 
He lifted his hips as she pulled them down, along with his underwear, freeing his already hard cock with her hands.
 
"Rohan," she breathed, her fingers wrapping around his stiffness.
 
"You're so... big."
 
He groaned as she began to stroke his dick, her movements slow and deliberate.
 
"Mamta," he gasped.
 
"That feels... incredible."
 
Her hands explored every inch of his cock, learning its length, its thickness, the way his dick throbbed in her grasp.
 
She could feel the pre-cum leaking from the tip of his cock’s head, using it to lubricate her strokes.
 
 
 
"I want to taste your dick," she said, echoing his earlier words, her voice a husky whisper that seemed to vibrate through the darkness and straight into his soul.
 
Before he could form a coherent response, she began her descent.
 
The movement was a slow, deliberate journey down his body.
 
He felt the silken cascade of her hair against his cock first, and then a teasing whisper against his thighs that sent shivers racing across his skin.
 
Then came the heat of her breath, a warm, moist puff of air against the most sensitive part of him.
 
It was a promise of what was to come, and his entire body tensed in anticipation.
 
He could feel his heart hammering against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat counting down to the moment of contact.
 
Then it happened.
 
The first touch wasn't her tongue, but her lips.
 
They were impossibly soft, a gentle, closed-mouth kiss pressed right against the weeping head of his cock.
 
It was an act of such tender intimacy, such reverence, that it stole the air from his lungs.
 
It wasn't a kiss of lust, but of worship.