Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
 

 
Mamta held his dick like that for a long moment, her lips sealed to the soft flesh of his dick, and he could feel the subtle tremor that ran through her.
 
She was savoring this, committing the shape and heat of his cock to memory.
 
"God," he finally managed to groan, the word torn from his throat.
 
His hands, which had been clenched at his sides, flew to her head, his fingers tangling in the thick, soft strands of her hair.
 
He didn't guide her, didn't push her.
 
He just held on, an anchor in the overwhelming sea of sensation.
 
"Mamta..."
 
She answered him not with words, but with action.
 
Her lips parted, and her tongue emerged.
 
The first touch was a flick, a quick, experimental lap against the sensitive tip of his cock.
 
He bucked involuntarily, a choked gasp escaping him.
 
The texture was exquisite… wet, velvety, and impossibly nimble.
 
She began to explore his cock with a curiosity that was both surprise and deeply erotic.
 
Her tongue traced the ridge of his cock’s crown, mapping the sensitive edge where the head met the shaft.
 
It swirled around the slit, tasting the salty bead of pre-cum that had gathered there, and he heard her make a soft, appreciative sound deep in her throat.
 
She was learning him in the most intimate way possible in the complete darkness.
 
Her tongue traced the thick, pulsing vein that ran along the underside of his shaft, following its path from base to tip.
 
Each touch was a new discovery, a new spark of pleasure that threatened to ignite into an inferno.
 
He could feel his stiffness swelling, growing even harder under her meticulous attention.
 
His cock was a steel rod encased in velvet, straining, aching for more.