Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Craving the Forbidden
 

Neetu’s eyes were fixed on Sirisha’s exposed pussy, her gaze dark, hungry, filled with a desperate longing that pulled at her like an unspoken promise.
 
The sight before her, the soft, delicate pink folds of Sirisha’s body, open and vulnerable, sent a low growl vibrating from deep in her chest. Every curve, every glimmering fold, teased her, driving Neetu to the edge of control.
 
Her breath caught in her throat, her body thrumming with desire, her thoughts greedy, consumed by what she wanted to do with Sirisha.
 
Ravi, seated just a few feet away, could feel the tension in the room tightening like a noose, the air charged with undeniable heat.
 
His gaze locked on Sirisha’s exposed body, and his chest tightened, the muscles in his body rigid with a wild craving. I shouldn’t be feeling this way, he thought, the internal battle a futile attempt to contain the raw lust that had been building since Neetu first began undressing Sirisha. But it was impossible to look away. I want this. I want her… both of them.
 
Sirisha’s pussy glistened, the fluid within her folds a silent cry of need. It twitched subtly, like it was alive, betraying her mounting desire.
 
The soft inner lips were smooth, thin, and as delicate as petals, surrounding the small, pink opening to her vagina, parted just enough to entice.
 
Neetu’s fingers itched to touch her, to feel how deep her pussy is or how deep her fingers could go. The thought made Ravi’s groin tighten, his body reacting before his mind could catch up. Stop. Just stop looking at her like that, he ordered himself, but the sight was impossible to ignore.
 
Neetu’s breath hitched as her gaze took in the glistening edges of Sirisha’s entrance, wet with lust. The sight of Sirisha, already trembling, exposed and open, made Neetu’s pulse race.
 
Sirisha’s body was betraying her excitement, her skin flushed with warmth as she lay beneath Neetu’s gaze, vulnerable yet inviting. Neetu could feel the intensity of her own desire, pulsing through her, a hunger that wanted to devour Sirisha whole.
 
She wanted to taste her, to feel every twitch, every quiver, every soft gasp that escaped Sirisha’s lips.
 
“Bhabhi… please…” Sirisha’s voice trembled, thick with desperation, her tone shaky, a plea wrapped in need. The sound of it made Neetu ache to press herself against Sirisha, to take her right then and there.
 
Ravi’s grip on his thighs tightened as he heard the desperation in Sirisha’s voice, the subtle tremor in her plea pulling him deeper into the scene.

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