Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Ravi could hardly breathe. His eyes darted between Neetu’s glistening mouth and Sirisha’s flushed, overwhelmed face.


“Sirisha’s losing herself in it… and Neetu Bhabhi… she looks like she’s savoring every inch and every second.” The fire inside crackled louder, or maybe it was just the blood roaring in his ears.

 
Neetu smiled against her skin, it is like a feast for long starving hunger. She has been eyeing Sirisha since her marriage with Vamsi. Now it is her time, she is fulfilling all her hunger. She is suckling harder now, her tongue flicking rapidly before dragging slow, languid circles.

Her free hand stroked Sirisha’s side, sliding along her ribs and down to the gentle curve of her waist, grounding her even as she unraveled her.
 
Sirisha was drowning in sensation. Her pulse thundered in her ears, her thighs pressed together helplessly, seeking relief from the ache building deep inside. “I can’t believe this is happening… Bhabhi’s mouth, her hands, her voice… I’m melting, I’m hers, completely hers. All these days, I don’t know this much happiness, this much pleasure, this much fulfillment is existing in the world”
 
Ravi’s breath shuddered out, his eyes dark with desire. His entire body tensed with the force of holding back. “If she moans like that again, I’ll lose control. This is the most beautiful, the most maddening thing I’ve ever seen. He want to stop the game and join them and continue to feel the endless pleasure”
 
Neetu switched breasts now, her mouth claiming the untouched one, her tongue swirling around the stiff peak of the nipple before drawing it into a wet, hungry suck. Her moan of satisfaction vibrated through Sirisha’s flesh, and the younger woman whimpered, jerking forward into the heat of her mouth.
 
The room was thick now with the sound of breath and moans, with the scent of warm skin and rising desire. Time seemed to stretch, every second a slow burn of unbearable pleasure.
 
Mouth on breast, heat on heat, the slow surrender of one young woman to another’s experienced touch.
 
Neetu finally pulled back, her lips glistening, a sly smile curving her mouth as she looked up at Sirisha’s dazed, flushed face,  her breath warm against Sirisha’s damp skin.
 
She kissed softly just above the nipple, then pressed her cheek against the younger woman’s heaving chest, smiling as she whispered, “See, beta? This is only the beginning.”
 
Her voice was husky, dripping with satisfaction. “Your body already knows how to speak. You just have to let it.”
 
Sirisha collapsed back against the couch, trembling, her chest still rising and falling sharply, her nipples flushed and wet from Neetu’s mouth.
 
She felt undone, exposed, yet filled with a wild, unspoken longing for more.
 

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