Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

Rohan watched his thick shaft disappear between her soft wet lips, saw the way her mouth stretched to accommodate him.

In the dark, it had been a wet, velvety mystery.

In the light, it was the most erotic thing he had ever seen.

He could see the hollowing of her cheeks as she sucked, could see the way her lips, slick and swollen, glided up and down his length.

She took him deeper than before, her confidence bolstered by the light, by his obvious pleasure.

He felt the head of his cock hit the back of her throat, and she paused, swallowing around him.

The constriction, the sight of her nose buried in his pubic hair, was almost enough to make him lose control.

"Mamta," he warned, his voice tight.

"I want to be inside you. This time while looking at your beauty with my eyes."

She pulled back, releasing him with a wet pop. His cock missed the wet vacuum, her mouth created, he missed her tongue moving around the head of his cock.

A string of saliva connected her lips to the head of his cock before breaking.

She looked up at him, her eyes dark with lust, her lips swollen and red.

"I want that too," she said, her voice a husky purr.

She moved, her body flowing with a grace that was both athletic and feminine.

She straddled his hips, her knees on either side of his waist.

He reached up, his hands finding her breasts again.

This time, he could see them, see the way his fingers sank into the soft flesh, see the way her nipples pebbled at his touch. See the way how her eyes looked at him with desire.

He squeezed them, kneaded them, his thumbs brushing over the tight buds.

She arched her back, pushing her breasts into his hands, a silent invitation for more.