09-08-2025, 01:50 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-08-2025, 02:00 AM by shailu4ever. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
It was a dance, a push and pull that grew more intoxicating with each passing second
Each kiss, each caress, pushing them closer to the edge of something neither of them could turn away from.
It wasn’t just about being close anymore.
It was about diving deeper into the unknown together.
Their kiss deepened, more desperate now,
As Sirisha’s hands slid down Neetu’s body, finding the curve of her breasts.
She traced them slowly, savoring the feel of Neetu’s soft skin beneath her fingertips,
Her body pulsing with a desire that mirrored Neetu’s.
With a soft, almost reverent touch, Sirisha cupped Neetu’s full breast,
Her thumb brushing against the hardened nipple.
She could feel Neetu’s body tremble slightly under her touch, and it only made her more eager.
Neetu’s breath quickened, her lips parted as Sirisha leaned in,
Her mouth moving toward the delicate curve of Neetu’s neck, trailing soft kisses down the side of her throat,
Each one sending electric jolts of pleasure through both of them.
Then, as if guided by instinct, Sirisha’s lips moved lower,
Her breath hot against Neetu’s skin as she kissed a trail down the curve of Neetu’s breast.
Her lips brushed against one of the soft, full breasts,
And she felt Neetu’s body shiver beneath the gentle touch.
The sensation of Neetu’s warmth beneath her lips made Sirisha's heart race,
Her hands trembling as she pulled Neetu closer,
Pulling her into this shared moment of longing and need.
Each kiss, each caress, pushing them closer to the edge of something neither of them could turn away from.
It wasn’t just about being close anymore.
It was about diving deeper into the unknown together.
Their kiss deepened, more desperate now,
As Sirisha’s hands slid down Neetu’s body, finding the curve of her breasts.
She traced them slowly, savoring the feel of Neetu’s soft skin beneath her fingertips,
Her body pulsing with a desire that mirrored Neetu’s.
With a soft, almost reverent touch, Sirisha cupped Neetu’s full breast,
Her thumb brushing against the hardened nipple.
She could feel Neetu’s body tremble slightly under her touch, and it only made her more eager.
Neetu’s breath quickened, her lips parted as Sirisha leaned in,
Her mouth moving toward the delicate curve of Neetu’s neck, trailing soft kisses down the side of her throat,
Each one sending electric jolts of pleasure through both of them.
Then, as if guided by instinct, Sirisha’s lips moved lower,
Her breath hot against Neetu’s skin as she kissed a trail down the curve of Neetu’s breast.
Her lips brushed against one of the soft, full breasts,
And she felt Neetu’s body shiver beneath the gentle touch.
The sensation of Neetu’s warmth beneath her lips made Sirisha's heart race,
Her hands trembling as she pulled Neetu closer,
Pulling her into this shared moment of longing and need.
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