Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

Rohan obliged, leaning up to capture one nipple in his mouth.

He sucked hard, his tongue flicking against the tight bud, his teeth grazing it gently.

She cried out, her head falling back, her hands clutching at his shoulders.

He released her nipple, his mouth moving to the other, giving it the same attention.

As he feasted on her breasts, he felt her hand move between them.



Mamta wrapped her fingers around his cock, guiding it to her entrance.

He felt the wet heat of her pussy against the sensitive head, and he groaned against her breast.

She positioned him, then began to sink down onto him.

He watched, transfixed, as his thick, hard cock slowly disappeared into her body.

He saw the way her pussy stretched, saw the way her lips gripped him.

Tight, pulling him in.

The sight was mesmerizing, a visual confirmation of the incredible tightness he had felt in the dark.

If he has not known Neetu, he would never believed that Mamta is a mom. Her body is so tight and fit.

Her body is not used much, maybe, because, her husband is far from here.

Or maybe she has been keeping her body fit.

But Mamta is no less than her own daughter, in all aspects.

Other than being a virgin, her body is as tempting as her daughter.

Rohan could see her inner folds parting to welcome him, could see the slick juices coating his shaft as he entered her.

When she had taken him to the hilt, she paused, her body trembling.

He could feel the tight, rhythmic clenching of her inner muscles, a milking sensation that was both pleasurable and torturous.

He looked up at her face, at her eyes, which were closed, her lips parted in a silent 'O' of pleasure.