Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
 

 
Mamta pulled back immediately, releasing him with a soft, wet pop.
 
The cool air of the room hit his slick, throbbing cock, a stark contrast to the furnace of her mouth.
 
In the darkness, he could hear her breathing, a little ragged, a little proud.
 
"Isn't that the point?" she asked, her voice a teasing, husky murmur.
 
He could picture the smirk on her face, the glint in her eye.
 
"Not yet," he replied, his voice still thick with lust.
 
His hands moved from her hair to her shoulders, his grip firm as he pulled her up his body.
 
He needed her, needed all of her.
 
"I want to be inside you when I come. I need to be inside you."
 
She understood instantly.
 
She moved with a grace that was breathtaking in the darkness, her body flowing over his.
 
He could feel the soft press of her breasts against his chest, the hard points of her nipples digging into his skin.
 
She straddled him, her knees on either side of his hips, her weight a welcome, grounding pressure.
 
He could feel the intense heat radiating from her core, a promise of the paradise to come.
 
"Guide me," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly with a mixture of anticipation and vulnerability.
 
He reached between them, his hand shaking slightly.
 
His fingers found her wet heat, and he groaned.
 
She was soaked, her folds slick and swollen with desire.
 
His fingers slid through her labia, exploring her softness, her heat.
 
He found the hard nub of her clit and circled it gently, and she cried out, her hips bucking against his hand.
 
He could feel her inner muscles fluttering, already clenching in anticipation.
 
He positioned his cock at her entrance, the broad, flared head nudging against her slick opening.
 
He held it there, letting them both feel the pressure, the promise.
 
His hands moved to her hips, his thumbs stroking the soft skin there.