Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Her breasts, now bare and warm in the soft morning light, trembled slightly as he took in the sight.



His eyes darkened with desire, and he stared at her with a hunger that made her heart race.

Neetu shivered as his hands immediately found her skin.

His palm cupped one breast, rolling it slowly, teasingly, as his lips captured the other.

The first kiss to her nipple was soft, tender, but it sent a bolt of heat straight through her.

Neetu gasped sharply, her fingers clutching his shoulders, her body arching into him in search of more.

The sensation of his mouth on her was maddening, both soft and insistent at once.

"Ravi…" she breathed, her voice trembling as the heat between them swirled higher.

His tongue flicked out, teasing her, circling slowly.

He was taking his time, savoring every reaction, every tiny shiver that ran through her.

Neetu’s breath hitched, her chest trembling with each flick of his tongue, each slow, deliberate suck.

He was driving her wild, each movement making her legs weaken, threatening to give way beneath the intensity of his touch.

Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, refusing to let him stop.

"You’re… impossible," she whispered, breathless,

As the words slipped from her lips in a soft mix of laughter and moans.

The protest in her words was barely audible, drowned out by the desperate need that was taking over her.

Ravi lifted his head just enough to meet her gaze.

His eyes were blazing with a hunger that she couldn’t deny.

“Impossible?” he murmured, his lips brushing against her skin once more before returning to her nipple.

“No, Bhabhi… I think you like it. I can feel how much you’re aching for me.  Even I have been waiting for this for a long time”

Neetu’s cheeks flushed crimson, but she didn’t pull away.

Instead, her hands slid down his back, gripping him tightly, as if grounding herself in the moment.

Her body was alive with sensation, every nerve tingling.

"And if Sirisha hears us?" she asked, her voice breaking between desire and hesitation, her fingers tracing lines down his chest.

Ravi’s smile grew, dark with mischief and teasing desire.

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