Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

Her Breasts were fuller than anything he can imagine, perfect teardrops that sagged just a little to be real, crowned with areolas the color of dusky rose.

Her nipples, which he had rolled and pinched, were proud, hard, tight buds, still erect from their recent passion.

They seemed to beg for his mouth, his hands, his attention.

His eyes moved to her stomach, flat and toned, the skin soft and smooth. He kissed it, feeling her muscles tighten beneath his lips. Looking at the gentle curve of her stomach, no one can believe that she gave birth to a beautiful girl. Mamta’s stomach, completely like her own daughter’s stomach. No extra fat in her.

"Your stomach," he said. "I kissed it in the dark. But now I can see how beautiful it is."

The soft swell of her belly that led down to the dark triangle of hair between her legs.

He had felt her wetness, her heat, but seeing the source of that intoxicating nectar was something else entirely.

Her legs were long and shapely, one bent at the knee, the other stretched out along the length of the bed.

He saw the faint marks on her hips where his fingers had gripped her, a temporary brand of his possession.

He owned her, she is completely his. He enjoyed every inch of this marvelous beauty. He could not take his eyes from this eternal beauty, he just claimed. All this beauty is his. All of it.

She was watching him, her dark eyes unreadable, a flicker of apprehension in their depths.

She was letting him see her, truly see her, in all her naked, post-coital glory.

It was an act of courage, an act of trust that was more profound than anything they had done in the dark.

"You're..." he started, but the words wouldn't come.