Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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For a long moment, Sirisha simply absorbed Neetu’s warmth through her palms, the steady pulse of life beneath her fingertips, the smooth slope of full curves against her outstretched fingers.
 
It was like discovering a hidden landscape, one that felt both familiar and impossibly new all at once.
 
Neetu, watching Sirisha’s trembling concentration, felt her own heart soften. She’s so careful, so reverent, like I’m something holy. And perhaps I am, in this moment, to her. The tenderness of it almost undid her.
 
Ravi gently shifted his hand again, guiding one of Sirisha's palms to Neetu’s nipple. “Touch it,” he whispered, his voice a low murmur that vibrated through the fabric and into her very core. “See how it feels.”
 
Sirisha hesitated for a heartbeat, then obeyed, pressing her thumb against the taut nub of flesh. It was warm beneath her touch, sensitive to the gentlest pressure. A tremor of surprise ran through her as Neetu’s nipple swelled slightly beneath her fingertips.
 
Ravi let out a soft chuckle as he traced lazy circles on Sirisha's shoulder with his free hand. “Now lick it,” he encouraged softly. “See how she responds.”
 
Sirisha looked up at him, startled, then met Neetu's gaze for confirmation. 

The older woman smiled knowingly down at her, offering a gentle nod and a barely perceptible lift of her chin, an invitation that pulsed with unspoken desire and trust.
 
With a shaky breath, Sirisha obeyed.
 
The cool smoothness of Neetu’s nipple against her tongue sent shivers down her spine as she tentatively encircled it with her lips.
 
It was firm yet yielding beneath her touch, warm, sensitive, demanding to be explored.
 
She tasted a hint of sandalwood and something uniquely Neetu, something sweetly intoxicating that set her pulse racing anew.
 
Ravi froze, breath shallow.
 
Sirisha is sucking Neetu Bhabhi. She’s actually…
 
The sight before him was breathtaking, almost too much to contain.
 
Every nerve in his body screamed with arousal, but there was also awe, awe at the bravery of Sirisha, the openness of Neetu, the miracle of the moment.

Neetu’s breath caught in her throat as Sirisha began to suck gently at the nipple, drawing it deeper into her mouth with rhythmic, tentative licks.
 
A low moan escaped her lips, a soft murmur of pleasure that echoed through the room and stirred both Ravi and Sirisha deeply.
 
For Neetu, the sensation was electric.

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