Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

A single tear escaped from the corner of one eye, tracing a path down her flushed cheek.

"Mamta?" he asked, his voice soft with concern.

She opened her eyes, and they were shining with an emotion so raw, so intense, it took his breath away.

"I can see you," she whispered, her voice filled with awe.

"I can see you inside me. I can feel you inside me too."

And then she began to move.

It was a slow, deliberate undulation of her hips, a sensual, circular grinding that was completely different from the frantic riding of before.

This was not a race to the finish; this was a long, leisurely journey of discovery.

She was making love to him with her eyes, her body, her soul, and he was a willing, eager participant.

He watched her, mesmerized by the play of emotions on her face.

He saw the pleasure, the passion, the vulnerability, the love.

He saw the way her breasts bounced with each movement, the way her stomach muscles contracted, the way the muscles in her thighs tensed as she lifted herself up and sank back down onto his cock.

His hands roamed her body, no longer content to just hold her.

He wanted to touch her, to feel her, to memorize every inch of her with his hands, just as he was memorizing her with his eyes.

He caressed her waist, his thumbs stroking the soft skin.

He slid his hands up her back, feeling the delicate ridge of her spine.

He cupped her ass, his fingers digging into the firm flesh, pulling her tighter against him.

"Rohan," she breathed, her voice a husky whisper.

"You feel so good. So deep. You are hitting some spot deep inside, I cannot name it. It is totally new to me"

"You feel incredible too, Mamta" he replied, his voice thick with emotion.

"So tight, so wet. You're perfect. I have been dreaming for this, from the first day, I saw you."