Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Neetu’s Mouth exploring Sirisha’s top
 

The room was silent except for the crackle of the fire and the quickened rhythm of breath. Sirisha’s bra lay discarded beside the couch, a small, defeated piece of fabric that had once shielded her innocence. Now, her breasts were bare, glowing in the firelight, taut with both chill and anticipation.
 
Neetu’s eyes softened as she looked at the girl before her, no longer just the playful younger sister-in-law she had teased and scolded, but a trembling woman caught in the first bloom of discovery. “So young, so untouched… and yet so willing,” she thought, her lips curling into a tender, knowing smile.
 
She leaned in slowly, deliberately, savoring the way Sirisha’s chest rose and fell in quick, nervous gasps. Her hand slid across the smooth plane of Sirisha’s stomach, up over the curve of her ribcage, until her palm cupped the full weight of her breast. Warmth met warmth, soft and pliant under her touch.
 
Sirisha shivered violently, her lips parting on a soundless gasp. “Oh god… Bhabhi’s hand… she’s touching me there… she’s really touching me.” Her whole body ached with tension, caught between the urge to pull away and the desperate longing to press closer.
 
“Shh, beta,” Neetu whispered, her voice a low purr as her thumb brushed across the stiffening peak. “Relax. Just feel.”
 
And then, without warning, Neetu lowered her mouth.
 
Her lips closed around Sirisha’s nipple with exquisite slowness, a warm, silken heat enveloping the delicate bud as her tongue swept across it in a lazy circle. A low hum of approval vibrated in her throat, the sound melting straight into Sirisha’s skin and making her chest quiver.
 
Sirisha cried out softly, a sound half-moan, half-gasp. Her knees trembled uncontrollably, and her hands flew to clutch the couch cushion behind her for balance. “She’s… Neetu Bhabhi is sucking me… Neetu Bhabhi is actually sucking my breast…” The thought alone was so overwhelming that a hot flush raced through her entire body, burning across her neck and cheeks.
 
She arched helplessly toward the pull of that mouth, her body betraying her desire.
 
Ravi, watching from mere inches away, felt his chest tighten with a violent rush of heat. His lips parted, but no sound came out. “This is real. Neetu Bhabhi’s lips… on Sirisha… her tongue teasing her like that… oh god.” His fists clenched, nails biting into his palms, as if the sharpness would ground him.

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