Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

She leaned down, her hair falling around their faces, creating a private, intimate world.

She kissed him, a deep, slow, passionate kiss that was a perfect mirror of their lovemaking.

Her tongue explored his mouth, a slow, languid dance that promised of pleasures to come.

As they kissed, her movements became more fluid, more confident.

She began to rise and fall on his cock, a steady, rhythmic motion that was both incredibly arousing and deeply tender.

Each time she lifted herself up, he felt a moment of loss, a desperate ache to be back inside her.

Each time she sank down, he felt a surge of pure, unadulterated bliss, a feeling of coming home.

He broke the kiss, his lips moving to her neck, to the sensitive spot behind her ear.

He nibbled and sucked, tasting the salt of her skin, feeling her pulse racing beneath his lips.

She moaned, her head falling back, giving him better access.

He took advantage, his lips and tongue tracing a path down her throat, to her collarbones, to the hollow at the base of her neck.

He wanted to taste all of her, to mark her as his.

He shifted his position, sitting up, his arms wrapping around her waist, holding her close.

His cock was still buried deep inside her, and the new angle allowed him to go even deeper.

She cried out, a sharp, guttural cry of pleasure.

He lowered his head, his mouth finding her breasts.

He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, his tongue flicking against the tight bud.

He rolled the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it gently, pulling it.

The dual stimulation was overwhelming.

She began to move faster, her hips grinding against his, her body writhing in his arms.

He could feel her orgasm building, a slow, steady rise of tension that was mirrored in his own body.

Her movements became more frantic, more desperate.