Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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“She’s really doing it… her lips wrapped around Sirisha, teasing her like that… and Sirisha is… enjoying it. God help me, this is too much.” His hands flexed restlessly, fighting the urge to touch, to steady, to take part. But he stayed still, spellbound.
 

Neetu lingered, her tongue circling lazily, coaxing Sirisha’s nipple to a firmer peak. She pulled back just enough to let the cool air kiss the damp skin before taking it deeper into her mouth again with a stronger, deliberate suck. 

A low hum vibrated in her throat, sending a quiver straight into Sirisha’s chest.
 
Sirisha’s head tipped back, eyes fluttering shut. Her lips parted around a trembling gasp. “I can feel every flick… every pull… it’s like Neetu Bhabhi is drinking me in. I can’t stop shaking. I don’t want her to stop.”
 
Neetu released the nipple with a wet pop, smiling as it stood flushed and swollen from her attention.
 
She pressed soft kisses all around the tender flesh, then traced a teasing line with her tongue before whispering against the skin, “So sweet, beta… like every inch of you is made for my mouth.”
 
The words pierced through Sirisha like a spark. Her chest heaved as she shuddered, clutching Neetu’s shoulders now instead of the couch. “Made for her mouth… she’s saying that about me… about my body…” The thought was intoxicating, dizzying.
 
Ravi nearly groaned aloud at those words. His throat burned with restrained desire as he leaned slightly forward, drawn closer by an invisible pull. “Bhabhi… what are you doing to us? To that innocent little girl? To me? This is unbearable.”
 
Neetu shifted, her hand gliding across Sirisha’s other breast, kneading gently in rhythm with her mouth. She alternated, her lips and tongue lavishing attention on one nipple while her fingers teased the other, pinching lightly, rolling it between thumb and forefinger. Her tongue traced a slow spiral inward before latching on with a hungry little suck, drawing another gasp from Sirisha’s throat.
 
Sirisha cried out, her whole body arching toward the dual sensation.
 
“Bhabhi…” Sirisha moaned, the word spilling from her lips in a tone that was both pleading and reverent.
 
She buried her fingers in Neetu’s hair, tugging lightly, unsure if she wanted to push her away or hold her closer. But Sirisha ended up pulling her closer without realizing it.
 
Her body swayed toward the heat of that mouth, her lips parting in a plea she couldn’t voice. 

Every flick of Neetu’s tongue, every tug of her lips sent a fresh jolt of electricity through her veins.

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