Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
 

 
Finally, with a soft cry, Mamta sank down the last few inches, her ass resting against his thighs.
 
His long and thick cock was fully inside her pussy, buried to the hilt.
 
They both froze, suspended in that moment of ultimate connection.
 
He could feel the head of his cock pressed deep against her cervix, a pressure that was both overwhelming and deeply satisfying.
 
"You feel incredible," he breathed, his hands moving up and down her back, feeling the sweat that slicked her skin.
 
"So tight, so perfect around me. Like you were made for me."
 
"You feel incredible too," she replied, her voice shaky, filled with awe.
 
"So deep, so full. I feel... complete."
 
After a long moment, she began to move.
 
It was a tentative rocking at first, a subtle shift of her hips that tested the sensations.
 
Each small movement sent a jolt of pleasure through them both.
 
The friction was exquisite, a sliding, gliding pleasure that built slowly but relentlessly.
 
She established a rhythm that was slow and deliberate, a sensual, undulating dance.
 
She rose up until only the head of his cock remained inside her, paused for a heartbeat, then sank back down, taking him to the hilt in one smooth, fluid motion.
 
Each time she took him deep, a soft gasp escaped her lips.
 
Each time she rose, he groaned at the fleeting emptiness.
 
In the darkness, their other senses were heightened to an almost painful degree.
 
He could hear every soft gasp, every rustle of the sheets, every wet sound their bodies made as they joined.
 
He could feel the sweat beading on her skin, taste the salt on her lips when she leaned down to kiss him, smell the intoxicating scent of her arousal mixed with his own.