Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Neetu’s fingertips tugged gently, inching the fabric downward with agonizing slowness. As she did, she pressed a soft kiss to Sirisha’s hipbone. The kiss was tender, but the electric charge of it was undeniable, her lips against Sirisha’s skin felt like fire and ice all at once.

 
Sirisha gasped, her legs instinctively tightening.
“Bhabhi…” Her voice trembled, a blend of dread and desire that she couldn’t deny.
 
“Shh,” Neetu soothed, her lips brushing against Sirisha’s skin again. “It’s alright, beta. Trust me. Now let me see what’s underneath.”
 
The panties slid further down, the cool air brushing against Sirisha’s exposed skin. Neetu continued, moving teasingly slow, her breath warm against Sirisha’s thighs, sending a shiver up her spine.
 
Ravi clenched his jaw, his hands gripping his knees so hard his knuckles turned white. She’s bare… she’s almost bare, and Neetu is the one revealing her. The thought made his chest tighten, his body pulled taut with an electrifying anticipation. How am I supposed to just sit here?
 
Finally, the panties pooled around Sirisha’s ankles. Neetu’s eyes lifted, dark and molten, locking onto Sirisha’s.


“There… perfect. So beautiful.” Her voice was low, reverent, her gaze burning with an intensity that made Sirisha’s breath hitch.
 
Sirisha’s entire body quivered. Her hands fluttered uselessly at her sides, as though wanting to hide, yet longing to be seen at the same time. The heat of Neetu’s breath still ghosted over her skin, and the coolness of the air on her exposed body felt both like exposure and relief.
 
The flush that heated Sirisha’s cheeks spread down her neck, her heart pounding in her chest.
 
“It’s alright, beta,” Neetu murmured, her voice soft yet confident, as if she could feel the tightness in Sirisha’s body. Neetu touched her virgin pussy gently, leaning in to brush her lips against Sirisha’s lower lips.

“There’s nothing wrong with being beautiful, with wanting to be seen.”
 
Neetu’s fingers moved with expert tenderness, separating Sirisha’s pussy lips. The delicate softness of them, the way they yielded to Neetu’s touch, made Sirisha’s heart stutter. She glanced up, meeting Neetu’s gaze for a fleeting moment before her eyes dropped to Bhabhi, kneeling before her. Her legs spread wide, her body tilted forward in anticipation, waiting.
 
A gasp escaped Sirisha’s lips as Neetu leaned down, cupping the inside of Sirisha’s thigh, pressing a kiss to the tender skin. Sirisha shuddered, caught between the urge to pull away and the desperate need to stay where she was. The heat from Neetu’s lips mingled with the delicate scent of musk and jasmine that seemed to rise from Sirisha’s skin, a fragrance that drowned her senses.

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