Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

His hand reached out instinctively

Fingers tracing the smooth curve of her collarbone before tentatively sliding beneath the fabric of her blouse, tugging at the button.

Each rustle of silk as he unfastened the remaining buttons was an explosion of anticipation.

"Take your time," she whispered, her voice low and teasing. "I’m not going anywhere. Enjoy the view."

The creamy Rasmalai had now seeped deeper into the soft folds beneath the lace cups, soaking through the fabric and clinging to her breasts like a silken shroud.

As Neetu’s blouse slipped over her shoulders with a whisper-soft sigh, he saw it in full glory: two mounds of perfect fullness that strained against the edges of the thin silk straps of her bra.

They were magnificent—not overly large, but substantial, rounded curves that seemed to radiate a soft, inner light.

The skin beneath was smooth and ivory-toned, punctuated by the delicate dusting of dark hair along their lower edge.

Each swell thrummed with life under his fingertips as he gently eased the straps down, feeling the soft pressure of her breasts against him.

"Are you sure you can handle this, Ravi?" Neetu teased, her breath quickening as she caught his gaze. "I’m not exactly easy to resist."

Her breath hitched as the bra slipped off her shoulders, the silky fabric pooling around them like a second skin.

He watched, mesmerized, as she shrugged out of it completely, the delicate lace cups falling away to reveal the full splendor beneath.

Her nipples were proud and rounded, dark points that pulsed with warmth against the creamy spread of Rasmalai.

The dessert had pooled in little craters around their bases, its rich color starkly contrasting with the ivory perfection of her skin.

Ravi’s throat went dry. He wanted to taste those peaks, to feel the soft pressure of them beneath his lips.

He wanted to lose himself in the silky heat of her skin and the intoxicating scent that clung to it like a whisper.

Reaching out, he brushed one thumb across a swollen point, drawing a low moan from Neetu as he traced its delicate circumference.

“Ravi…” she breathed, her voice tight with suppressed desire, “Don’t tease me.”

"Not quite enough," Neetu murmured, a playful lilt to her voice despite the heat radiating off her skin.

She shifted slightly on the couch, offering her body more completely to his touch.

"How much more do you want?" Ravi asked, his voice husky with barely-suppressed desire.

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