Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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She looked down at herself, overwhelmed by a sudden sense of vulnerability. The simple black lace of her bra and panties felt exposed, raw, under their attentive gaze.
 
“See?” Neetu murmured softly, her voice filled with gentle encouragement as she watched Sirisha’s reaction. “Beautiful.” Neetu’s hands moved behind Sirisha and squeezed her butt cheeks.
 
The pressure of Neetu’s palms was startling yet strangely comforting, firm enough to make Sirisha arch instinctively, yet gentle enough to steady her. 

The warmth of that touch spread through her body in rippling waves, sending her stomach into freefall and her thighs quivering where she knelt. 

It was as though Neetu’s hands spoke without words, claiming her, soothing her, and coaxing her to believe in her own beauty all at once.
 
Sirisha gasped softly, her lips parting as a low tremor of heat rolled through her chest and down her spine. 

She had never imagined a touch could feel both possessive and protective, demanding yet tender, all at the same time. 

The press of Neetu’s fingers made her body hum, while the warmth of Neetu’s skin against hers ignited a strange security that melted the shame still clinging to her.
 
Ravi’s breath caught at the sight. To him, it was both arresting and tender: the contrast of Sirisha’s shy trembling against Neetu’s sure, protective hold.

Watching her soften under that touch stirred something deep within him, not just desire, but awe, as though he were witnessing the delicate moment when a fragile bud first dared to open to sunlight.
 
His hand tightened unconsciously around Sirisha’s, needing to tether himself to the reality of the moment. Every detail seared itself into him, her flushed skin, the faint quiver of her thighs, the way Neetu’s palms molded her with confidence. 

It was overwhelming, like standing at the edge of something vast and beautiful, too dangerous to step into yet impossible to turn away from.
 
Neetu’s thumbs pressed lightly into the hollows at the base of Sirisha’s but, making her gasp again, her body yielding even further.

For Sirisha, it felt like surrender and discovery in the same breath, being seen, held, and shaped by hands that carried both authority and affection.
 
Ravi chuckled softly, his eyes tracing the line of her body from the soft dip at the base of her neck down to the way her hips curved inward over her pale skin. “Yes,” he breathed, a touch of wonder coloring his voice. “Very beautiful.” His fingers traced patterns lightly on the back of Sirisha’s hand, a silent reassurance in this unexpected intimacy.
 
Sirisha felt her chest tighten with a shy tremor as she looked at them both. 

A blush deepened across her cheeks, spreading down to stain the line of her throat and making her feel like she was burning from within. 

It was both frightening and exhilarating, being seen so completely by others and feeling their admiration so strongly.
 
She hadn’t felt this exposed, this vulnerable, in a long time. But there was something else too, nestled alongside the shyness, a warmth that spread through her like the sun breaking through clouds, chasing away shadows with its golden touch. 

A warmth fueled not just by Neetu’s hand on her hip and Ravi’s reassuring presence, but also by the quiet acknowledgment of beauty she felt blooming within herself.
 
She met their gazes, feeling a tentative smile blossom against the flush of her cheeks, as if trying to bridge the gap between shyness and blossoming pleasure.

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