21-08-2025, 05:21 PM
Ravi grinned, a slow, almost predatory smile
As he brushed a few stray strands of hair from her face.
His fingers grazed her skin with the gentlest touch, a whisper of contact that sent a shiver through her.
“And then…” He leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the tip of her nose.
“I kissed her here.”
Sirisha’s soft giggle rang out, filling the space between them with warmth,
But it was the way her innocent eyes shone, alive with excitement,
With that dangerous curiosity, that caught his attention.
Her soft lips parted just enough for her to lick them, an unconscious invitation.
“And then?” she asked, her voice thick with longing.
“What else, Bhayya? What else did you do to her?”
Ravi didn’t answer right away.
Instead, he let his thumb trace the outline of her lips,
Feeling the softness, the delicate curve of her mouth.
He lingered there for a moment, savoring the texture of her skin, before he spoke,
His voice low and barely more than a whisper.
“I touched her soft lips like this…” he murmured, his finger slowly gliding along the line of her bottom lip.
“But your lips, Sirisha… they’re even softer than hers…”
Sirisha shivered at the sensation, her breath catching in her throat.
Her eyes darkened, her pulse quickening, as she felt the heat of his words settle deep inside her.
“And then?” she breathed, her voice shaking with anticipation,
Her entire body quivering under the weight of the moment.
Ravi’s smile deepened, his gaze drifting back down to her lips, utterly captivated by their softness.
He couldn’t tear his eyes away.
“And then…” he continued, his voice thick with desire, “I did this…”
He took his thumb and forefinger, gently pinching and pulling her lower lip,
the delicate pressure making her breath hitch.
“I pulled her lip like this… and kissed it.”
His lips followed the path of his fingers as he slowly leaned in,
his lips meeting hers in a slow, burning kiss, deliberate, but not rushed,
savoring every moment of the connection.
His thumb remained, still holding her lip gently,
A tender restraint as he kissed her with a passion that sent a shiver of heat through her.
“And…?” she breathed, her voice laced with desire,
The anticipation thickening the air around them,
Pulling them closer, deeper into the moment.
As he brushed a few stray strands of hair from her face.
His fingers grazed her skin with the gentlest touch, a whisper of contact that sent a shiver through her.
“And then…” He leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the tip of her nose.
“I kissed her here.”
Sirisha’s soft giggle rang out, filling the space between them with warmth,
But it was the way her innocent eyes shone, alive with excitement,
With that dangerous curiosity, that caught his attention.
Her soft lips parted just enough for her to lick them, an unconscious invitation.
“And then?” she asked, her voice thick with longing.
“What else, Bhayya? What else did you do to her?”
Ravi didn’t answer right away.
Instead, he let his thumb trace the outline of her lips,
Feeling the softness, the delicate curve of her mouth.
He lingered there for a moment, savoring the texture of her skin, before he spoke,
His voice low and barely more than a whisper.
“I touched her soft lips like this…” he murmured, his finger slowly gliding along the line of her bottom lip.
“But your lips, Sirisha… they’re even softer than hers…”
Sirisha shivered at the sensation, her breath catching in her throat.
Her eyes darkened, her pulse quickening, as she felt the heat of his words settle deep inside her.
“And then?” she breathed, her voice shaking with anticipation,
Her entire body quivering under the weight of the moment.
Ravi’s smile deepened, his gaze drifting back down to her lips, utterly captivated by their softness.
He couldn’t tear his eyes away.
“And then…” he continued, his voice thick with desire, “I did this…”
He took his thumb and forefinger, gently pinching and pulling her lower lip,
the delicate pressure making her breath hitch.
“I pulled her lip like this… and kissed it.”
His lips followed the path of his fingers as he slowly leaned in,
his lips meeting hers in a slow, burning kiss, deliberate, but not rushed,
savoring every moment of the connection.
His thumb remained, still holding her lip gently,
A tender restraint as he kissed her with a passion that sent a shiver of heat through her.
“And…?” she breathed, her voice laced with desire,
The anticipation thickening the air around them,
Pulling them closer, deeper into the moment.
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