20-08-2025, 01:01 PM
Neetu’s pulse hammered in her ears as she felt herself unravel under his touch.
“And I’ve been wanting you, too…” she whispered breathlessly, “like this… all week…”
Her fingers clawed at his back, urging him closer, as if she could pull him into her skin, make him part of her.
Without missing a beat, Ravi moved to her right breast,
Capturing it in his mouth with the same devotion,
His lips and tongue exploring every inch of her, teasing and tasting.
Neetu gasped louder this time, her body pressing into him, helpless under the intensity of the pleasure he was giving her.
She could barely breathe, could barely think, as every part of her seemed to ache for him, burn for him.
His hands continued their slow, deliberate work, kneading and massaging her breasts while his mouth focused on each nipple in turn.
Ravi switched between them, never rushing, savoring every moment, every gasp, every little sound that escaped her lips.
He took his time, making sure that each flick of his tongue, each suckling, brought her closer to the edge.
Neetu's fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer as if she wanted to lose herself in him, in the heat of the moment.
“Ravi… oh…” she whispered, breathless, her body trembling under his touch.
Her knees were weak, her mind a haze of pleasure. She couldn’t think anymore, only feel.
For a long moment, the room was filled with only the sounds of their breath,
Her soft moans, the wet press of lips and tongue, and the rhythm of her body responding to him.
Ravi’s eyes flicked up to her occasionally, watching her reactions,
Taking in every tremble, every shiver, before returning to worship her,
Taking one breast into his mouth, then the other, over and over, each kiss more intense, more insistent.
For Ravi, time seemed to slow.
The world outside didn’t exist anymore.
There was only Neetu, her soft, trembling body beneath him, her moans filling the air,
The overwhelming need to take her deeper, to lose himself in her warmth.
For Neetu, it felt like this moment had been waiting for her her whole life.
Every touch, every kiss, every tender suckling of her nipples awakened something primal inside her.
She clung to him, her hands roaming over his body, pulling him closer,
Letting herself fall into the pleasure he was giving her.
“And I’ve been wanting you, too…” she whispered breathlessly, “like this… all week…”
Her fingers clawed at his back, urging him closer, as if she could pull him into her skin, make him part of her.
Without missing a beat, Ravi moved to her right breast,
Capturing it in his mouth with the same devotion,
His lips and tongue exploring every inch of her, teasing and tasting.
Neetu gasped louder this time, her body pressing into him, helpless under the intensity of the pleasure he was giving her.
She could barely breathe, could barely think, as every part of her seemed to ache for him, burn for him.
His hands continued their slow, deliberate work, kneading and massaging her breasts while his mouth focused on each nipple in turn.
Ravi switched between them, never rushing, savoring every moment, every gasp, every little sound that escaped her lips.
He took his time, making sure that each flick of his tongue, each suckling, brought her closer to the edge.
Neetu's fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer as if she wanted to lose herself in him, in the heat of the moment.
“Ravi… oh…” she whispered, breathless, her body trembling under his touch.
Her knees were weak, her mind a haze of pleasure. She couldn’t think anymore, only feel.
For a long moment, the room was filled with only the sounds of their breath,
Her soft moans, the wet press of lips and tongue, and the rhythm of her body responding to him.
Ravi’s eyes flicked up to her occasionally, watching her reactions,
Taking in every tremble, every shiver, before returning to worship her,
Taking one breast into his mouth, then the other, over and over, each kiss more intense, more insistent.
For Ravi, time seemed to slow.
The world outside didn’t exist anymore.
There was only Neetu, her soft, trembling body beneath him, her moans filling the air,
The overwhelming need to take her deeper, to lose himself in her warmth.
For Neetu, it felt like this moment had been waiting for her her whole life.
Every touch, every kiss, every tender suckling of her nipples awakened something primal inside her.
She clung to him, her hands roaming over his body, pulling him closer,
Letting herself fall into the pleasure he was giving her.
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