Adultery Priya Didi

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It was such a delicious torment, knowing there was so much more, waiting just beneath his lips.


“More,” she whispered against his skin, every word a plea, a challenge, an invitation all at once.

“More, huh?” Ravi murmured, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips as he slid his tongue lower,

Savoring the sweet cream still resting on her skin. "You're really getting greedy now, aren't you?"

He didn't need to be told twice.

His tongue darted out again,

Catching the creamy pool that pooled between her breasts and sending a thrill through both of them as he lapped it clean.

He tasted her, savored her, and she responded with a low moan that vibrated against his chest as he moved along her breast,

Following the contours of her flesh with careful strokes of his tongue.

The Rasmalai, warmed by her body heat, flowed softly beneath him.

It felt rich and decadent against his lips, sweet and intoxicating as it coated his tongue.

He devoured every morsel, relishing the taste of her, the feel of her curves against his hands,

The way she shuddered with each touch, each lick.

Neetu was completely lost to the sensations flooding her body.

It wasn't just the warmth of his lips on her skin, but the subtle shift in pressure,

The gentle suckling that drew out moans from her throat.

This was something primal, something raw and unfiltered, a connection that bypassed logic and swept them both up in its tide.

The air crackled with unspoken promises as he moved across her breasts, cleaning away every last drop of Rasmalai.

He worked slowly, deliberately, savoring each moment as he traced the delicate lines of her body

His tongue lingering on the sensitive flesh just below her nipples,

Teasingly dipping into the soft pools of warmth nestled between her breasts.

“Raviiiiiii,” Neetu moaned, her voice breathless and filled with desire, “Do you know what you’re doing to me?”

He was consumed by the scene before him, a vision of pure feminine beauty bathed in golden light.

The sight of those full breasts, their warm curves rising and falling with her breath as she lay beneath him, intoxicated him completely.

With each touch, each taste, he felt something shift within him.

It wasn’t just physical desire, though that burned bright within him.

This was something deeper, a hunger for connection, a yearning to be closer than ever before,

A desperate need to lose himself in the heat of her body and surrender to this exquisite moment.

“Careful,” Neetu whispered playfully, 

Her fingers curling into his hair. 

“You might just make me forget where we are.”

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