Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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“Your skin…” Neetu’s voice drifted over Sirisha’s ear, soft as a breath, a whisper of silk that made Sirisha’s heart skip a beat. Her fingers, gentle yet sure, traced the smooth curve of Sirisha’s stomach, skimming just above the waistband of her shorts. 

The warmth of Neetu’s touch spread, making Sirisha’s breath catch. Every movement felt as though it were sculpting the very air between them, heightening every sensation. 

Sirisha's body trembled under the touch, her mind clouded with desire she couldn't quite name.
 
Neetu’s other hand moved lower still, sliding over the soft fabric of Sirisha’s shorts. She traced the lines of the waistband, her fingers pressing into the supple curve of Sirisha’s hip, coaxing her ever closer. 

Sirisha’s breath grew shallow as Neetu’s fingers skimmed over the firm swell of her ass, pressing softly, sliding down with slow deliberation that made her ache for more. 

It was a touch that spoke of ownership, of care, and of desire, tender but undeniably hungry.
 
“Such a perfect shape…” Neetu’s voice was low, almost reverent, as if Sirisha’s body were a rare treasure. “Like twin moons…” Her eyes roamed with open admiration and something darker, an intensity that made Sirisha’s pulse quicken. 

Neetu’s words sent a thrill through Sirisha, making her feel delicate and powerful at once.
 
Neetu’s fingers continued their journey, teasing, her hands moving with growing confidence. With every stroke, Sirisha felt herself becoming more pliable, drawn into the intoxicating pull of Neetu’s presence. The tenderness in Neetu’s hands balanced by the heat in her gaze, an unspoken promise.
 
The contrast between Neetu’s gentleness and the mounting tension left Sirisha gasping. She felt as though she were floating, her skin alight with sensation. Her heart raced, her chest heaving, a part of her yearned for more.
 
Neetu’s lips hovered near Sirisha’s ear: “You’re so beautiful, beta.” The words wrapped around Sirisha like a cloak, making her feel utterly seen, utterly cherished. A soft sigh escaped her lips, a sigh of pleasure and anticipation.
 
Ravi, pulling away, met Neetu’s gaze with a knowing, possessive smile. He stroked Sirisha’s cheek, his gaze full of admiration and something darker. “She’s a beautiful moon, Bhabhi,” he said softly, each word laced with tenderness. “And we’re lucky to have her.”
 
Neetu’s lips curled into a knowing smile as she turned back to Sirisha. She moved closer with graceful, deliberate care, one hand tracing the outline of Sirisha’s curves, the other resting on her navel, her fingers delicately tracing before placing a gentle kiss above it.
 
Sirisha gasped, a shiver ran through her, igniting a fire deep within she could neither understand nor resist. Her body arched, a soft whimper escaped, the warmth of Neetu’s touch sending ripples of pleasure that vibrated through her.
 
“Bhabhiiii…” Sirisha breathed, the word a soft, needy plea as her hands found their way into Neetu’s hair, pulling her closer. She felt exposed and cared for, vulnerable yet held.
 
Neetu smiled softly, her lips brushing against Sirisha’s cheek as she cupped her face: “Let go, beta,” she whispered, her voice low and intimate, filled with a knowing warmth. “Just feel it. It’s okay.”
 
Ravi’s warm hand stroked Sirisha’s cheek, brushing away her hair, his touch as tender as Neetu’s. Every movement between them was a slow, deliberate dance, a tender exploration that filled Sirisha with a dizzying mixture of anticipation, shyness, and thrilling need.
 
Her heart pounded, every kiss, every caress sinking her deeper. She felt caught between two worlds: the sweet vulnerability of shyness, and the heady sensual pleasure wrapping around her.
 
This was new. This was different. And she was drowning in it, lost in the depth of their affection, and in the warmth that enveloped her from every side.
 

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