09-08-2025, 02:47 AM
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Her mouth traced a delicate path along Neetu’s warm skin
Savoring the feeling of her body beneath her,
The smoothness, the softness that seemed to pull her deeper.
With each kiss, Sirisha’s desire for more grew,
An undeniable craving that she couldn’t ignore.
She paused for a moment, her lips lingering just above Neetu’s nipple
And for a heartbeat, she could feel the tension between them,
The anticipation hanging in the air.
Then, as if finally surrendering to the heat,
Sirisha took Neetu’s nipple into her mouth.
She sucked gently at first,
A soft, teasing pull that made Neetu gasp softly above her.
Sirisha relished the feeling of the tender flesh beneath her lips,
Her tongue sweeping over Neetu’s nipple in slow, languorous strokes,
Feeling the way Neetu’s body responded, her back arching,
Her hands gripping the sheets tightly, her breath coming faster.
As she continued, Sirisha’s mouth grew more urgent, more eager,
Her lips closing around Neetu’s nipple with a deeper, more deliberate suction.
She could feel Neetu’s body shudder beneath her touch, a soft moan escaping from her lips,
As if the very act of being touched like this was more than just physical,
It was a connection, a bond between them that neither of them could resist.
Savoring the feeling of her body beneath her,
The smoothness, the softness that seemed to pull her deeper.
With each kiss, Sirisha’s desire for more grew,
An undeniable craving that she couldn’t ignore.
She paused for a moment, her lips lingering just above Neetu’s nipple
And for a heartbeat, she could feel the tension between them,
The anticipation hanging in the air.
Then, as if finally surrendering to the heat,
Sirisha took Neetu’s nipple into her mouth.
She sucked gently at first,
A soft, teasing pull that made Neetu gasp softly above her.
Sirisha relished the feeling of the tender flesh beneath her lips,
Her tongue sweeping over Neetu’s nipple in slow, languorous strokes,
Feeling the way Neetu’s body responded, her back arching,
Her hands gripping the sheets tightly, her breath coming faster.
As she continued, Sirisha’s mouth grew more urgent, more eager,
Her lips closing around Neetu’s nipple with a deeper, more deliberate suction.
She could feel Neetu’s body shudder beneath her touch, a soft moan escaping from her lips,
As if the very act of being touched like this was more than just physical,
It was a connection, a bond between them that neither of them could resist.
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