Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

Mamta was riding him hard now, her body bouncing, her breasts slapping against his chest.

The sounds of their lovemaking filled the room, a raw, primal symphony of pleasure.

"I'm close," she gasped, her voice a high, keening cry.

"So close, Rohan. Don't stop. Please don't stop."

"I don’t stop… Never… You let go, darling" he urged, his voice a low, guttural growl.

"Come for me, Mamta… I want to see you come…"

His words were the final catalyst.

With a scream that was pure, unadulterated ecstasy, she came.

Her body convulsed, her inner muscles clamping down on him in a series of powerful, rhythmic spasms.

He watched her face, saw the raw, unfiltered pleasure, the complete and total surrender.

It was the most beautiful, the most erotic thing he had ever seen.

He held her through it, his arms wrapped around her, his body still, letting her ride the waves of her pleasure.

He could feel her trembling, the aftershocks rippling through her, her body completely spent, completely surrendered to him.

When the convulsions finally subsided, she collapsed against him, her head buried in his shoulder, her body limp.

He held her close, his cock still buried deep inside her, his own release still a distant, throbbing ache.

After a long moment, she stirred, lifting her head to look at him.

Her eyes were soft, hazy with the aftermath of her orgasm.

A slow, satisfied smile spread across her face.

"Your turn," she whispered.

She began to move again, a slow, deliberate rocking of her hips that was designed to push him over the edge.

She was tight, so tight, and her inner muscles were still fluttering with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

The combination was exquisite, a sweet, torturous pleasure that was almost too much to bear.