Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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“So smooth,” Neetu whispered against Sirisha’s flesh, her voice a low, appreciative murmur as she traced a thumb across the curve of Sirisha’s hip before her hand moved down, tracing the soft crease of her labia, lingering there for a breathtaking moment.
 
 
That single, soft touch sent shivers down Sirisha’s spine. Neetu’s fingers, so sure, so skilled, separated the delicate lips of her pussy, teasing the soft skin around her entrance.
 
Neetu gently lifted Sirisha’s leg, guiding it higher onto her thigh. The gentle pressure of Neetu’s hand sent a shudder through Sirisha. Neetu’s thumb, so light, so teasing, began to caress the sensitive flesh of Sirisha’s clit. The touch was both tantalizing and satisfying, sending waves of heat through Sirisha’s body.
 
“You are so beautiful,” Neetu breathed again, her voice hushed with something more than mere pleasure. There was reverence, a deep admiration, as if Sirisha were something sacred, something to be cherished.
 
Sirisha’s hand reached up, her fingers gripping Neetu’s hair, anchoring herself against the tide of sensations rising inside her. Each touch, each kiss, each whisper was pulling her deeper into this moment, unraveling her, making her feel both vulnerable and desired in ways she’d never known.
 
“Bhabhi… what are you doing?” The words escaped Sirisha’s lips in a breathless sigh as Neetu slid two fingers inside her. The coolness of Neetu’s fingers was a shocking contrast to the heat between her thighs, but it was a welcome shock, easing the tension that had built up.
 
She arched instinctively into the touch, a soft moan escaping her lips as Neetu’s fingers explored deep inside her, moving with a practiced gentleness that spoke volumes about the depth of their connection.
 
Neetu’s fingers danced inside her, exploring the folds of her pussy with an intimacy that made Sirisha feel utterly exposed yet undeniably desired. The act was slow, each movement drawn out, as though they were savoring every inch of her, their connection unraveling in a delicate dance.
 
Sirisha’s breath came in shallow, ragged bursts, her chest rising and falling as though each breath would either give her courage or betray her fear. But beneath it all, there was a strange comfort in Neetu’s presence, each touch and each word grounding her, reminding her that she wasn’t alone. A heat bloomed inside her, one of desire, yes, but also of being truly seen, a feeling she’d never known, as though Neetu had peeled away every mask she had ever worn.
 
Ravi, still seated just steps away, felt his pulse hammer in his ears, his chest tight with awe, excitement, and helpless desire. The scene unfolding before him was like a vision too fragile to disturb, too intense to endure.
 
His eyes darted between Sirisha’s flushed face and Neetu’s steady devotion, and he was caught between reverence and raw, electric excitement.
 
Every movement, every sigh, every glance, sent jolts through him, leaving him breathless, gripped by a longing he couldn’t escape.
 
 

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