Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Whispers and Flames

Ravi’s kisses traveled lower, tracing the delicate line of Sirisha’s collarbone with a slow, deliberate hunger. His lips left a warm trail of dampness that sent a shiver through her. 

The sensation of his mouth on her skin was electric, each kiss causing her chest to tighten involuntarily, a tremor of pleasure spreading like wildfire under her flesh. He lingered just above the swell of her breast, as if teasing her, leaving her breathless and wanting more.
 
Neetu, ever the watchful and steady presence, observed with a soft smile, her eyes warm and filled with tenderness as she took in every moment. There was no rush, no urgency, just the gentle unfolding of desire. As Ravi continued to trace the contours of Sirisha’s clavicle with soft, wet kisses, Neetu’s hand moved, brushing against the fabric of Sirisha’s crop top, nudging it lower with careful precision, revealing more of the soft, smooth skin beneath. 

Her other hand rested gently on Sirisha’s back, a grounding touch that made Sirisha feel both anchored and entirely exposed.
 
“Such beautiful curves you have, beta,” Neetu murmured, her voice rich and honeyed as she bent to place a soft kiss on Sirisha’s lips. The words were barely more than a breath between them. 

Her lips lingered there, tasting the sweetness of Sirisha’s mouth, as her fingers lightly traced the curve of Sirisha’s shoulder, exploring the silk of her skin like a delicate flower.
 
Sirisha’s breath caught at the compliment, the intensity of Neetu’s gaze making her cheeks flush a deeper shade of crimson. It wasn’t just the physical heat; it was the warmth of Neetu’s presence, her touch, the way she made Sirisha feel seen in a way no one else ever had. 

Her gaze darted between Ravi’s mouth, still moving lower, and Neetu’s steady, careful hands, each of their touches igniting something in her that she couldn’t quite define.
 
“Bhabhi…” Sirisha whispered against Neetu’s lips, the word trembling from her mouth like a secret she was still learning to embrace. It felt wrong to be so exposed, yet it felt right, too. She was drowning in their attention, her body a battlefield of conflicting emotions.
 
Neetu's fingers danced lower, caressing the soft skin of Sirisha's shoulder blade, her touch deliberate, almost possessive. Her thumb circled around the smooth curve of Sirisha’s breast, just beneath her bra, making Sirisha’s breath catch in her throat. “You are beautiful,” Neetu breathed, the words slipping between them like a tender promise, her voice low and inviting. “You have no reason to be shy, beta.”
 
Sirisha felt a thrill shoot through her at the pressure of Neetu’s hand, so tender, so intimate, a language without words, one that spoke directly to her heart. 

Ravi’s kisses, each one pressed into her chest, each movement of his mouth against her skin, deepened the pleasure, sending ripples of heat through her that made her weak and breathless.

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