Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
 

 
Then Mamta took the next step.
 
Her lips, still slick from her explorations, opened wider.
 
She took just the head of his cock into her mouth.
 
The sensation was mind-shattering.
 
The wet, enveloping heat was unlike anything he had ever imagined.
 
It was a soft, wet cave, a perfect, living sheath designed for him.
 
Her tongue continued its dance, now circling the head of his shaft from within, creating a dizzying vortex of pleasure.
 
He could feel the gentle scbang of her teeth, a thrilling edge of danger that only heightened the intensity.
 
Her movements were slow and hesitant at first, as if she were testing her own limits, discovering what she could do.
 
But as she felt his response, the way his hips lifted off the bed, the guttural sounds he couldn't hold back, the desperate tightening of his fingers in her hair, her confidence grew.
 
She began to take his cock deeper, her lips sliding down its length in a slow, torturous descent.
 
He felt his hard shaft hit the back of her throat, and she paused, adjusting, breathing through her nose.
 
The sheer tightness, the absolute constriction, was almost too much to bear.
 
She began to move in earnest then, establishing a rhythm that was both fluid and devastatingly effective.
 
Her head bobbed up and down his shaft, her lips creating a tight, friction-filled seal as they glided along his shaft.
 
One of her hands came up to cup his heavy balls, her fingers gently rolling them, exploring the textured skin.
 
The dual sensations were overwhelming.
 
Her other hand wrapped around the base of his cock, gripping him firmly, creating a barrier that prevented her from taking him too deep too soon.
 
"Mamta... stop," he gasped, the words ragged, torn from him by the force of the pleasure coiling in his groin.
 
It was an agonizing decision, but he knew he was on the very edge.
 
"Please... or I'm going to come."