Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

 
Neetu shifted slightly, the daylight  bathing her already bare chest in a golden glow.
Her breasts rose proudly, nipples taut and flushed, the heat of the moment written across her body.
 
There was nothing hidden now, nothing left between her and Sirisha’s trembling lips.
 
“Go on, beta,” she whispered, her voice husky, thick with promise. “Taste me.”
 
Sirisha’s breath caught. Her lips hovered uncertainly just above the dusky peak Neetu Bhabhi’s nipple, the warmth of Neetu’s skin radiating against her face. “She’s so close… I can smell her… oh god, I can’t believe this is happening.” Her hands twitched at her sides, unsure whether to hold, to pull away, or to give in completely.
 
Neetu’s fingers threaded into her hair, gentle but firm, guiding her. “Yes… there,” she coaxed softly. Her touch was not forceful, but it carried the weight of inevitability, a quiet command wrapped in affection.
 
And then Sirisha closed her lips around the stiff nipple once again.
 
Neetu gasped, her body jerking ever so slightly at the first warm pull of the fresh younger woman’s mouth. A soft moan escaped her throat, raw and unguarded, filling the silence with sound.
 
Ravi froze, every nerve in his body catching fire. “She’s doing it… she’s really sucking Bhabhi’s breast… and it’s not me guiding her this time. She chose it.” His chest tightened painfully, torn between disbelief, awe, and a hunger so sharp it made his fingers curl hungrily around Sirisha’s waist.
 
Sirisha, her cheeks flushed crimson, pressed more firmly, her tongue flicking experimentally over the hardened tip of Neetu’s Bhabhi’s nipple.
The taste was new, intimate, unlike anything she had ever known, faintly salty, warm, unmistakably alive. She shivered as her body responded, heat curling low in her belly. “Why does this feel so right? Why do I want more?”
 
Neetu tilted her head back, her lips parting as another sigh of pleasure slipped free. Her dark hair tumbled over her shoulders, her throat arching, her whole body surrendering to the sensation of cute Sirisha’s eager mouth.
“Good girl,” she murmured breathlessly, stroking Sirisha’s hair with slow, tender fingers. “Yes, beta… just like that.”
 
The encouragement set something alight in Sirisha. She suckled more deeply now, her tongue swirling, pulling Neetu’s nipple deeper into the warmth of her mouth.
 
The sound of Neetu’s soft moans, the trembling under her palms, sent ripples of thrill coursing through her.
 
Ravi’s jaw clenched. His breath came uneven. “She’s learning… she’s enjoying this… she’s actually growing bolder.” His eyes darted between Neetu’s arched body and Sirisha’s trembling form pressed against her. It was almost too much to bear, and yet he couldn’t look away. His lips tracing Sirisha’s neck.
 
The room seemed to shrink around them, the fire in them crackling like a drumbeat to their rhythm.
 
Every sigh, every flick of Sirisha’s tongue, every shaky inhale was magnified, filling the air with raw, unspoken desire.
 

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