Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

His breath, warm against her skin, stirred something deeper within her.


When he finally pulled back, his gaze never leaving hers, he allowed his breath to settle

His pulse still racing from the intensity of the moment.

Neetu’s lips curled into a satisfied smile, her voice now soft but with a playful edge.

“Well, Ravi,” she said, her voice teasing but with the slightest hint of approval. “That’s good. You’re learning.”

Her eyes flickered between his and the spot where he had just cleaned her skin, her gaze unwavering.

There was a flicker of something deeper there, something more than just playful teasing.

She was pleased, yes, but there was more in the way she looked at him now, a spark of something else.

She tilted her head, her lips still curled with a teasing smile.

“You see,” she continued, her voice lighter now, “using just your mouth... much better.  More thorough.” She leaned in, 

Close enough that he could feel the warmth of her breath on his lips.

“But, you know… if you were really good at this, you’d clean up every little trace. You missed a spot.”

Her voice was a whisper now, seductive and daring.

“Right here,” she added, pointing to the delicate curve of her other cheek,

just beneath her jawline, where a small glimmer of syrup remained.

Ravi’s eyes narrowed, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against her skin once again, but this time, with a touch more intention, a little more desire.

“Wouldn’t dream of leaving anything unfinished,” he murmured, before his lips closed around the last trace of sweetness.

Neetu watched him, her chest rising with a breath she hadn’t known she was holding.

The energy between them had shifted, what had started as a playful exchange had turned into something deeper, more real.

And the look in her eyes now?

It was a mix of satisfaction and a silent challenge: Could he keep up?

Ravi’s lips lingered for a moment longer, his mouth slow and deliberate against her skin.

He could feel her pulse beneath his lips, and as he finally pulled back, his voice was rough, a little more than playful.

“Now I know, Bhabhi,” he said with a grin,

“that nothing gets past you. And I don’t mind practicing for the next round.”

Neetu smiled softly, her eyes darkened with mischief, her lips curling into a grin that mirrored his.

“I’m sure you don’t, Ravi. I’m sure you don’t.”

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