Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

Mamta had explored his body in the dark, but now, with sight to guide her, her touch was infinitely more precise, more erotic.

Her fingers circled his nipples, which tightened instantly.

She leaned down, her tongue darting out to lick one, then the other.

The wet heat of her mouth, combined with the visual stimulus of her lips closing around his bud, sent a jolt straight to his cock.

He was hardening rapidly, his flesh swelling, lengthening, rising from his thigh until it lay against his stomach, thick and rigid with renewed need.

Mamta saw it, her eyes darkening with a renewed hunger.

She shifted, her body moving over his, her hair creating a silken curtain around them as she bent her head to his chest.

Her lips and tongue continued their assault, tasting his sweat, his skin.

She kissed a path down his stomach, her teeth nipping gently at the hard ridges of his abdomen.

His hands, which had been lying limp at his sides, came up to tangle in her hair again.

He guided her, not forcefully, but with a gentle pressure, encouraging her descent.

She understood his silent plea.

Her lips moved lower, bypassing his straining cock for a moment to kiss his inner thighs.

He could feel her hot breath against his balls, and he groaned, his hips lifting off the bed.

She was teasing him, drawing out the anticipation, making him ache for her touch.

Finally, her attention turned to his erection.

She wrapped her hand around the base, her fingers barely meeting around his thick girth.

He watched, mesmerized, as she lowered her head.

He saw her tongue dart out, saw it make contact with the sensitive head of his cock.

The sight was almost as electrifying as the sensation.

She swirled her tongue around the crown, collecting the bead of pre-cum that had gathered there, her eyes never leaving his.

Then she took him into her mouth.