Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Neetu held Sirisha’s face tenderly


Letting her moan into the kiss, absorbing it with quiet strength.


Ravi froze, his entire body still, trembling with restraint.

His thoughts shifted to her, this first moment with her.

His heart swelled with the desire to make this something unforgettable,

Not just in the way it felt physically, but the tenderness that would stay with her forever.

He wanted her first time to be something she would always cherish,

A memory wrapped in care, sweetness, and love,

A moment she could look back on and smile, no matter where life took her.

His hand found hers and held it firmly.

“I’m here,” he said softly, his forehead resting against hers.

“Talk to me. How do you feel?”

Sirisha’s eyes welled slightly, not from fear,

But from the intensity of everything, pain, trust, sensation.

She gave a small, breathy laugh.

“It... it hurts, Bhayya...” she admitted softly,

Her voice trembling. “It’s... it’s a lot.”  Blood was flowing out from her pussy.  

Ravi kissed her forehead, gently brushing a lock of hair from her face.

“Well, that was definitely an introduction I won’t forget,” she teased, squeezing his hand gently.

“It hurts,” she added, voice wavering. “But… I’m okay. I just… need a moment [b]Bhayya.”[/b]

Ravi leaned forward and kissed her forehead, his thumb gently stroking her palm.

“Take all the time you need. I won’t move a muscle until you say so.”

Neetu remained by her side,

Stroking a calming hand over her chest, her fingers tracing soft circles around her breast.

“You’re doing beautifully,” she murmured near Sirisha’s ear.

“Let your body open at its own pace. You’re safe. We’re right here.”

Sirisha’s breathing slowly steadied.

Her grip on Ravi’s arm loosened, her legs no longer trembling.

Her hips shifted just slightly.

She gave a small, mischievous smile and whispered,

“Slow and steady, right? I think I can get used to this… with a little patience.”

Ravi didn’t move, not yet.

He just watched her, searching for signs of ease in her face, his expression full of concern and quiet devotion.

And when Sirisha finally nodded, soft, but sure, he exhaled the breath he’d been holding.

“Okay,” she whispered. “I’m ready. Just… stay slow [b]Bhayya.”[/b]

“Always,” he said, his voice like silk.


And he moved again, but only with her.

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