Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

As the blouse parted, revealing the soft curve of her chest just above her blouse,


Ravi leaned in, the mess of sweet syrup and hot skin of her breasts now right in front of him.

He could see the trail it left behind, an undeniable invitation, and he couldn’t resist.

Slowly, he lowered his head to her breasts,

His lips brushing lightly against her skin where the syrup had fallen.

The sensation was electric, his mouth moving gently to clean up the mess,

Sucking lightly on the syrup that had spilled.

He could feel the warmth of her skin beneath his lips,

The soft taste of the syrup mingling with her scent.

Neetu exhaled sharply, her fingers tightening on the table’s edge.

“God... you’re making it hard to think.”

He moved slowly, savoring each moment as his lips traced the path of the syrup,

Inching his way upwards, teasing, tasting, drawing the moment out.

As he reached the delicate skin just below her lower neck, he paused, his breath mingling with hers.

Neetu’s pulse quickened as she felt his lips move lower,

His touch growing more possessive, more intentional.

She held her breath, every inch of her body aware of what was happening,

The tension of the moment hanging like a thread between them.

“Ravi...” she said, barely audible. “Don’t think. Just feel.”

Finally, Ravi’s lips reached the edge of her bra, right on top of her left breast.

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