Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

“I’ll be right here,” Sirisha said, brushing Ravi’s arm.


“Watching. Wanting. You’ll come to me next, right?”

He turned to her, his hands moving with a possessive,

Slow sensuality as he stroked her breasts, teasing the softness of her skin before drawing her nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicked over it, tasting, sucking, as he heightened her sensitivity with every motion.

“You’re not second. You’re not less. I want you just as much,” he whispered against her nipple, his voice thick with desire.

Sirisha gasped, her chest rising sharply as she blinked at him, momentarily overwhelmed by the sudden tenderness he showed. 

The contrast sent a ripple of pleasure through her.

“Then prove it, Bhayya… later, after Bhabhi. I want to see how deeply you fuck  Neetu Bhabhi…” she breathed, 

Her voice a mix of challenge and yearning.

Ravi’s body tightened, his pulse quickening as the word “fuck” spilled from Sirisha’s lips, her tone raw with hunger. 

The sound of it made his desire surge even higher, a fierce ache spreading through him.

“Tonight, Bhayya… you have a feast to savor,” Sirisha whispered, 

Her lips brushing Neetu’s in a slow, tantalizing kiss. 

She lingered, tasting the sweetness of Neetu’s lips, her tongue teasing, drawing her deeper into the kiss. 

The world around them seemed to fade as the heat between them intensified. 

She pulled away just slightly, her breath heavy against Neetu’s lips. “Mmm… Neetu Bhabhi is so irresistible… You’re the luckiest Bhayya in the world…”

Her words were a husky murmur, thick with desire, and Sirisha’s hands roamed, tracing the curve of Neetu’s body, exploring with the same slow, deliberate rhythm as her kiss.

“Bhabhi is so sweet... so delicious…” Sirisha’s voice dropped even lower, 

A soft moan escaping her as she pulled Neetu closer, pressing her body against hers. 

Her lips moved to Neetu’s breasts, planting soft kisses that quickly turned into feverish nips, as if trying to taste every inch of her. 

“I can’t get enough of her…”

The hunger in her voice was undeniable, and she let herself drown in the feeling, her hands boldly claiming Neetu’s body as her lips never left the delicate skin of her throat.

“I want to devour every part of her, Bhayya… If you don’t hurry, I might just take the first bite myself.”


Ravi nodded again, his body trembling with anticipation as he turned to Neetu. His movements were instinctive, driven by raw desire.

He spread her legs, positioning himself between them,

His member is just touching the lips of Neetu's wet pussy.

Sirisha helped him by widening Neetu's pussy lips with her fingers to make way for the head of his dick.

His eyes dark with hunger. 

With a slow, deliberate motion, he entered her, both of them gasping as the intense, primal pleasure surged through them. 

Their moans mixed, soft cries escaping their lips, unfiltered and raw.

Sirisha watched, her gaze fixated on the scene, her eyes wide with hunger. 

She didn’t want to miss a single moment. 

Her hands slid over Neetu Bhabhi’s breasts, teasing, caressing, 

As her fingers brushed over the sensitive flesh, adding to the overwhelming pleasure.

Neetu’s hands gripped him tighter, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him on. 

“Yes, Ravi… just like that…” Her voice was thick with need, each word dripping with desire.

Sirisha’s fingers moved with delicate precision, touching them both as they moved together

Her hands trailing over Neetu’s smooth skin, over Ravi’s strong back, 

An almost silent participant in their rhythm, feeding the energy between them.

As Ravi’s thrusts deepened, Neetu’s breath hitched, her body quaking with pleasure. 

Between gasps, she whispered, her voice laced with longing:

“I waited for this… for you… I always knew it would be like this…”

Her words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotion. “But with Sirisha joining us… it is even better…”

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