Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

His longing deepened, an ache that couldn’t be satisfied.

He cradled her left breast in both hands, drawing it gently toward his mouth, his gaze lingering on the soft curve before he captured one of her nipples between his lips. Slowly, he pulled it into his mouth, suckling it with the same deep reverence as though he were drawing the very essence from her, each movement slow and deliberate, savoring every sensation. The warmth of his mouth, combined with the gentle pressure of his tongue, made her body tremble, sending waves of pleasure through her, as her nipple hardened, becoming sensitive beneath his touch. She was on the edge now, every pulse of his mouth making her breath catch, her body responding urgently. 

When he finally released her nipple, the darker area around it bloomed with a radiant, flushed hue, the hard, sensitive nub now a testament to the intensity of his touch—a perfect imprint of his affection.


"Ahh... Bhayyaa," she murmured, her voice soft yet filled with urgency. "You’re making me uncontrollable... Please, don’t stop." Her lips parted in a breathless sigh, her body pressed closer, as though she needed every part of him to fill the emptiness inside.

As his mouth moved from her left breast, he could feel her body urging him forward, her chest rising and falling with rapid breath. 

Sirisha’s hands slid behind his head, her fingers threading through his hair as she gently, but urgently, pressed him against her right breast.

He felt the heat of her skin, the soft curve that invited him to continue, to give it the same slow, deliberate attention. With a low murmur, he moved to her other breast, his both hands cupping it with equal reverence as he latched onto her sensitive nipple. He pulled it into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then more deeply, as though savoring the very essence of her. Her nipple responded almost immediately, hardening, becoming exquisitely sensitive under his mouth, and with each pull, her breath caught, her body pressing more insistently into him. 

The urgency in her touch, the way her hands held him close, sent a rush of heat through him, and when he finally released her nipple, the soft, darkened area around it flushed with a radiant glow, an imprint of his affection, just as it had been on the left.

"Aahhhhaaaa..." she whispered, her voice thick with longing. "You’re making me burn inside... I can’t take it anymore Bhayyaaa." Her hands tightened in his hair, pulling him closer, as her body arched into him, unable to resist the fire building within her.

Her breasts grew tender beneath his attention, each touch making him ache with raw, undeniable desire.

His lips traced the curve of her skin between her breasts, brushing against her collarbone, as his hands cupped both breasts now, feeling their perfect softness in his palms.

The way her body responded, arching toward him, her soft moans slipping from her lips,  only heightened his hunger.

Ravi continued, his touch slow, deliberate, not rushing. This wasn’t just about the physical; it was about something deeper. 

A connection. 

A quiet exchange of trust, of intimacy.

"Bhayyaa..." she breathed, her words full of awe and desperation. "You make me want things I’ve never dared... I’m losing myself in you." Her chest heaved against him, her hands desperate for more, clinging to him as though she could never get enough.

He wanted to give her everything, to make her feel every second of this, every emotion they were sharing with every touch, every kiss.

His hands never stopped moving, his lips never left her skin, each exploration more tender than the last.

And in those moments, it felt like a world of its own,

Just the two of them, drawing closer, the space between them narrowing with every breath.

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