Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

Rohan felt the tension building in his groin, a familiar, coiling sensation that signaled his impending release.

He tried to hold back, to prolong the pleasure, but it was a losing battle.

She was too good, too tight, too wet, too perfect.

"Mamta," he groaned, his voice a strained, desperate plea.

"I'm going to come."

"Yes… Come for me," she urged, her movements becoming more forceful, more demanding.

"I want to feel you come deep inside of my womb. I want to see you come."

That was all it took.

With a guttural roar, he came, his body arching against hers, his seed flooding her, marking her as his.

It was a powerful, explosive release, a culmination of all the pent-up desire, all the raw, primal need.

He emptied himself way deep into her pussy, his body shuddering with the intensity of his orgasm.

He collapsed back against the bed, his body spent, his mind reeling.

Mamta collapsed on top of him, her body a warm, welcome weight.

They lay like that for a long time, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in unison, lost in the aftermath of their shared passion.

He stroked her hair, his fingers combing through the silken strands.

He looked at her, at her face, which was flushed and beautiful, at her body, which was glistening with sweat, and he felt a surge of love so powerful, so overwhelming, it almost brought him to tears.

"Mamta," he said, his voice soft, reverent.

"I love you."

She lifted her head, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

"I love you too," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

"So much."

She leaned down and kissed him, a soft, tender kiss that was a promise of a future, a testament to a love that was as real, as tangible, as the light that now filled the room.

And as they kissed, he knew that this was just the beginning, that their journey together was going to be a long, beautiful, and incredibly passionate one.

Mamta nestled against him, her head on his chest. The light glowed around them, warm and golden, illuminating the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. She closed her eyes, recollecting every moment they had.

Mine, he thought. Completely mine. Every inch of her.

Rohan pulled his phone from the bed table next to him slowly.

He opened the chat with Anjali. He wants to let her know, what he just had. His achievement.

Rohan: It's done. Completely done. She's completely mine.

Anjali: Tell me everything.

Rohan: Tomorrow. I'll tell you everything tomorrow. How this I claimed this hot mom of our cute little Neetu

He set the phone down and looked at Mamta, sleeping peacefully beside him. She does not know his plans. She does not her own daughter was his first girl.

He looked at her one more time.

Perfect. Absolutely perfect.