Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
 

 
"Slowly," Rohan said, his voice a strained command.
 
"I want to feel every inch as you take me inside. I want to savor this."
 
She took a deep breath and began to lower herself.
 
The first moment of penetration was exquisite agony.
 
The head of his cock, thick and broad, stretched her entrance.
 
She was tight, incredibly tight, and he could feel the resistance of her body.
 
It was a sweet, yielding pressure, a door opening to welcome him home.
 
"Oh... Rohan," she gasped, her body tensing.
 
There was a flicker of pain in her voice, a sharp intake of breath.
 
He was big, bigger than she was used to, and her body was struggling to accommodate him.
 
"Relax," he murmured, his hands on her hips, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles.
 
"Breathe, Mamta. Let me in. Just a little at a time."
 
She nodded, though he couldn't see it.
 
He felt it in the way her body softened, the way she consciously unclenched her muscles.
 
She bore down, taking him deeper.
 
He watched in his mind's eye as his thick shaft disappeared into her body.
 
Inch by agonizing, glorious inch, she took him.
 
The feeling was indescribable.
 
It was a tight, wet, velvet grip that seemed to mold perfectly to the shape of his shaft.
 
He could feel every ripple, every flutter of her inner walls as they stretched to accommodate his cock.
 
The stretch was intense for her, a burning, stinging sensation that bordered on pain but was laced with an undeniable thread of pleasure.
 
She had never felt so full, so possessed.
 
He was rearranging her insides, claiming a space inside her pussy that had never been touched before. The virgin spots in her pussy, that were never touched, never claimed.
 
It was a profound act of surrender, a complete and total giving of herself to him.