26-07-2025, 03:18 AM
The taste of the Rasmalai mixed with the warmth of her skin, and Ravi’s pulse raced.
He could feel the electricity between them, the way her body seemed to tremble under his touch,
The way she didn’t pull away but rather let him continue,
Her breath hitching slightly as he continued to clean her with his mouth.
Neetu’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
She reveled in the sensation, the intimacy of it.
She could feel the warmth of his mouth, the way he took his time,
Savoring not just the sweetness of the dessert, but the softness of her skin, the closeness between them.
Ravi slowly pulled away, his mouth still tingling from the kiss,
And without missing a beat, he opened his mouth slightly,
His tongue flicking out to trace the line of her cheek, where the syrup had been.
He didn’t rush it.
He moved deliberately, the tip of his tongue slowly gliding along her skin, making sure every trace of sweetness was gone.
Each movement was careful, each stroke of his tongue measured and slow,
As if savoring every second of this intimate exchange.
His heart was hammering in his chest, but his mouth never stopped moving against her skin.
Neetu closed her eyes for a brief moment, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.
She could feel every touch, every flick of his tongue, and the sensation sent shivers down her spine.
Her lips parted slightly, a soft moan escaping her that she quickly suppressed.
Ravi’s tongue traced the delicate curve of her cheek, each movement bringing him closer to her,
And yet pulling him further into the heat of the moment.
He could feel the electricity between them, the way her body seemed to tremble under his touch,
The way she didn’t pull away but rather let him continue,
Her breath hitching slightly as he continued to clean her with his mouth.
Neetu’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
She reveled in the sensation, the intimacy of it.
She could feel the warmth of his mouth, the way he took his time,
Savoring not just the sweetness of the dessert, but the softness of her skin, the closeness between them.
Ravi slowly pulled away, his mouth still tingling from the kiss,
And without missing a beat, he opened his mouth slightly,
His tongue flicking out to trace the line of her cheek, where the syrup had been.
He didn’t rush it.
He moved deliberately, the tip of his tongue slowly gliding along her skin, making sure every trace of sweetness was gone.
Each movement was careful, each stroke of his tongue measured and slow,
As if savoring every second of this intimate exchange.
His heart was hammering in his chest, but his mouth never stopped moving against her skin.
Neetu closed her eyes for a brief moment, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.
She could feel every touch, every flick of his tongue, and the sensation sent shivers down her spine.
Her lips parted slightly, a soft moan escaping her that she quickly suppressed.
Ravi’s tongue traced the delicate curve of her cheek, each movement bringing him closer to her,
And yet pulling him further into the heat of the moment.
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