Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
 

 
Rohan was no longer a passive participant; he was an active, driving force, matching her passion with his own.
 
His hands continued their journey down, cupping the full, round globes of her ass.
 
They were soft yet firm, perfectly shaped to fit his palms.
 
He squeezed them, pulling her apart slightly, then pushing them together.
 
He could feel the tension in her muscles as she moved, the powerful contractions as she lifted herself up and slammed herself down onto his cock.
 
One of his fingers ventured into the shadowy valley between her ass cheeks, finding the tight, puckered ring of her anus.
 
He circled it gently, and she froze, a sharp intake of breath her only response.
 
He paused, giving her a chance to protest, but she didn't.
 
Instead, she relaxed, a subtle surrender that was more erotic than any words could have been.
 
He pressed his finger against the tight opening, not entering, just applying a gentle, insistent pressure.
 
The added stimulation seemed to push her over the edge.
 
"I'm close," she warned, her voice a high, keening cry.
 
"So close, Rohan. Don't stop. Please don't stop."
 
"I am not going to stop…. Not yet… Come for me," he commanded, his voice a low, guttural growl.
 
He released her ass and moved his hands back to her breasts, his fingers finding her nipples again.
 
"I want to feel you come around me. I want to feel your pussy milk my cock."
 
His words were the final catalyst.
 
With a scream that was part pleasure, part pain, part pure, unadulterated release, she came.
 
Her body convulsed, her inner muscles clamping down on him in a series of powerful, rhythmic spasms.
 
It was like a velvet fist, milking him, pulling at him, demanding his own release.
 
He could feel her juices flooding his cock, her orgasm so intense, so all-consuming, that it seemed to last forever.
 
He held her through it, his hands on her hips, his own body still, letting her ride the waves of her pleasure.