Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

“Is this what you wanted, Sirisha?” His voice was hushed, almost reverent.


“Do you want me to keep going, to show you more of what I did to Bhabhi?”

She nodded, her fingers sliding into his hair, tugging him closer.

“Yes Bhayya… I want you to show me everything… you did to Neetu Bhabhi,” she whispered,

her voice a breathless promise. “Everything… you wanted to do to her also… I want to know all of it.”

That was all the encouragement he needed.

Slowly, Ravi sank to his knees in front of her, never breaking their gaze.

There was something undeniably intimate about the gesture,

Something that felt right as he positioned himself at her feet.

His hands rested lightly on her thighs, the heat of her skin burning through the fabric of her shorts.

The air seemed to thicken around them, and Ravi couldn’t shake the feeling that the world outside of this moment had ceased to exist.

It was just the two of them, and everything felt so vivid, so electric.

“Do you feel this, Sirisha?” he asked softly, his breath warm as he let his lips graze the soft curve of her belly.

“This... this is what I did to Neetu Bhabhi. Every touch, every kiss... it was all slow, all consuming. Just like this.”

He was fully aware of every small movement, every little sound she made, the way her body trembled beneath his touch.

He leaned forward, his breath warm against her skin as his lips met the soft curve of her belly.

The kiss was slow, tender, almost reverent, and it made her gasp, a sharp intake of breath that sent a jolt of heat straight to his core.

"That was how I kissed her," he whispered against her soft skin of her navel,

“each kiss... soft, lingering. Just like that."

Ravi’s lips moved lower, just beneath her navel, pressing a series of soft kisses that made her pulse quicken.

Each kiss felt like an imprint, like a marking of something sacred, something he didn’t want to rush.

His hands slid up her legs, taking in the soft, supple skin beneath his fingertips,

Moving higher, inching closer to the soft curve of her waist.

“Do you want me to keep going, Sirisha?” Ravi asked, his voice low with a mixture of urgency and reverence.

“This is exactly how I touched Bhabhi, but I’m taking my time with you... I’ll take it slow...”

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