Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Sirisha’s gaze narrowed mischievously, a sultry glint lighting up her eyes.


“Don’t waste time, Bhayya,” she urged, her voice low, teasing, yet edged with genuine curiosity.

The way her lips curved into a playful smirk made her words sound almost like a promise. “You’ve been hiding too much from me. Spill it.”

Ravi raised an eyebrow, his arms crossed in a way that accentuated his broad shoulders.

But his attention was drawn, nonetheless, to the way Sirisha’s slender figure seemed to occupy the space around her, every subtle movement drawing him in.

“Well, I’m really surprised to see you sneaking behind Bhabhi’s bedroom,” he said, his voice smooth but laced with intrigue.

“Messy hair, clothes out of place... What was going on in there, huh? What were you two hiding?”

Sirisha’s lips parted slightly as she absorbed his words, her gaze darkening, hungry for more.

Her tongue flicked out briefly to wet her lips, a subtle, almost unconscious gesture that made Ravi’s pulse quicken.

“You think you can pull one over on me?” Her voice was lower now, almost seductive, as she leaned in,

Her eyes locking onto his with an intensity that left little to the imagination. “I saw how you looked at Bhabhi, and how she looked at you.”

Her words hung in the air between them like a challenge, making the space between them feel charged, electric.

Ravi’s interest was piqued, his gaze flicking to the way her soft, full lips parted as she spoke.

He couldn’t help but watch the way the corners of her mouth curved, the subtle play of her tongue as she formed each word.

“So, you were watching us that closely?” he asked, his voice lowering, dipping into something darker, something more intimate.

“Of course,” she replied with a playful giggle, her voice a soft, melodic tease.

Her eyes glinted with mischief as she leaned in, her scent, sweet, intoxicating, filling the air. “I see everything, Bhayya. Everything.”

Her eyes flicked back to him, their challenge unmistakable, like a siren’s call. He found himself drawn to them—lost in their depths—and unable to look away.

Ravi smirked, leaning in just a little closer, his voice softer, more intimate. “Then maybe you should be the one telling me what happened. You’ve got the answers, don’t you?”

Sirisha blinked at him, before her laughter bubbled up, light but full of knowing.

She shook her head, her hair swaying with the motion, catching the soft glow of the room’s light.

“Nice try!” she teased. Her lips curled into an amused, almost wicked smile. “But no. You’re the one who was alone with her. I want the inside story.”

She leaned in, closing the distance between them in a way that left no room for hesitation.

Her body shifted on the couch, moving with a deliberate grace that drew his eyes to her, eyes that lingered on the curve of her waist, the soft dip of her belly as she inched closer.

Her legs brushed against his, the contact light but unmistakable, an intentional move too deliberate to ignore.

The heat from her skin seemed to radiate through the fabric of their clothes, sending a shiver through him.

His breath caught, his pulse racing with the closeness.

Ravi tilted his head slightly, studying her expression carefully.

Her lips, so close now, seemed to beckon him in,

And for a moment, it was hard to think of anything else but the heat between them.

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