24-09-2025, 12:06 AM
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Yet even that could not anchor him against the dizzying hunger that threatened to consume him whole.
Neetu lingered there, savoring every tremor that ran through Sirisha’s body. Her tongue flicked lightly at the tip of Sirisha’s nipple, coaxing it to a firmer swell before drawing it deeper between her lips with a languid, knowing suck.
Each movement was patient, deliberate, as though she was teaching Sirisha the language of pleasure one stroke at a time.
Sirisha whimpered, her moans spilling out in soft, broken whispers. Her head tipped back against the couch, eyes fluttering shut, lips parted as though she were caught in prayer. “Oh My God… It’s too much… too much… but I don’t want her to stop… I never want her to stop.”
The sensation was unlike anything she had ever imagined, a liquid fire under her skin, spreading in dizzying, unstoppable waves.
Neetu pulled back just long enough to breathe against the damp, sensitized peak. Her lips brushed the tender flesh in feather light kisses before circling back, teasing the areola with the tip of her tongue.
Her voice was husky when she murmured against Sirisha’s skin, “So sweet, beta… you are so soft… like you were made for my mouth.”
The words sank into Sirisha’s ears and unfurled inside her like an intimate secret.
She shuddered, clutching at Neetu’s shoulders now, unable to contain the need that surged through her veins. “Made for her mouth… Bhabhi is saying that about me… about my body.”
Ravi felt his breath falter, the sight stealing the very air from his lungs. His gaze followed Neetu’s mouth as it worked slowly over Sirisha’s breast, each lick, each wet sound echoing in his chest like a drumbeat. “How can something be so beautiful and so unbearable at the same time?”
Neetu smiled against Sirisha’s skin, her tongue tracing a long, slow lick up to the tip again. She drew the nipple into her mouth and sucked with more intent this time, her free hand kneading the other breast in a tender rhythm.
Sirisha’s body convulsed, her toes curling against the floor as a sharp moan burst free.
Ravi sat frozen, his eyes wide, lips parted.
His chest rose and fell with uneven breaths as he watched Neetu suckle Sirisha’s breast.
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