Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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But now, under the shy yet daring touch of her dearest one, Neetu felt herself vulnerable in a way that was strangely freeing. This girl… this sweet, innocent, hesitant girl… she is learning me, discovering me.

 
Sirisha hesitantly pressed her fingertips against the fabric, letting Neetu’s breath brush across her skin. 

It was a tantalizing preview, smooth and firm beneath the bra, teasingly plump and invitingly soft. 

A blush bloomed hot on her cheeks, spreading like wildfire under her collarbone as she felt a surprising flicker of hunger ignite within her.
 
Ravi chuckled softly beside her, his laughter vibrating through Sirisha’s hand. “Good?” he murmured, a hint of teasing in his tone.
 
Neetu let out a soft, throaty laugh, her head tilting back again so that the glow from the daylight danced across her cheekbones and illuminated the curve of her throat. 

She looked at Sirisha with an open invitation in those dark eyes, urging her forward. “Come on, beta,” she encouraged, her voice husky.
 
With a shy nod, Sirisha reached under Neetu’s bra strap and gently peeled it away from her shoulder, surprised by the coolness of her skin against the warmth radiating from her body. 

It was then that Ravi took over, his strong hands settling comfortably on top of hers as if guiding them further into the warm landscape he knew so well.
 
Inside, Ravi’s chest throbbed. My God… she’s doing it. She’s touching her. He could barely believe his eyes, the innocence of Sirisha’s fingers against the seasoned grace of Neetu’s body. 

The scene was etched into him already, he knew he would never forget it.
 
He rubbed gentle circles with one hand while massaging the other in an alternating rhythm, coaxing Sirisha to loosen her grip and sink into the feel of Neetu’s firm breasts beneath her touch.

He leaned down, his breath warm on the back of her neck, murmuring soothingly against her ear. “This is good, beta. Just like that.”
 
His scent was a heady mix of sandalwood and cedarwood, a comforting aroma she knew well from countless shared meals and whispered stories in front of their crackling hearth. 

His touch was grounding, reassuring, anchoring her to this moment even as the heat creeping up her arms threatened to engulf her entirely.

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