Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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His arousal surged, making his breath come in shallow gasps. I can’t stand this. I can’t just watch. He wanted to touch them, to be part of this moment, but he was frozen, unable to break free of the desire consuming him.
 
Every soft fold, every glistening edge, every tiny twitch of fluid between Sirisha’s thighs was an invitation, a cry for vulnerability and need. Neetu could feel the pull of Sirisha’s delicate softness, how her body trembled with each passing moment, her desire almost palpable. The raw craving surged through Neetu, an insatiable hunger that wanted to claim Sirisha with everything she had.
 
Sirisha was exquisite, too perfect, too fragile, too beautiful to resist. And the longer Neetu stared, the more Sirisha shivered beneath her, the hotter and wetter she became. Neetu could barely restrain herself, her own body throbbing with want. She wanted Sirisha now, all of her, right now.
 
Ravi felt the ache deep in his chest, the tension unbearable. He was not part of this. But it feels like I am. It was too much, too close, too real. His mind spun, torn between desire and guilt, a collision of conflicting emotions that left him aching for something he knew he couldn’t have.
 
Neetu moved forward, her tongue rough and demanding as it dragged slowly along the outer folds of Sirisha’s pussy.
 
The heat of Neetu’s mouth made Sirisha’s body stiffen, her breath catching in her throat as the first flick of Neetu’s tongue sent electric jolts of sensation through her.
 
Neetu moved closer to her clit, and Sirisha’s body tensed with anticipation, every inch of her skin aware of Neetu’s touch.
 
As soon as Neetu’s tongue flicked over her bud, Sirisha’s hips jerked involuntarily, a loud moan escaping her lips, desperate for more.
 
Neetu didn’t hesitate. She pressed harder, her tongue moving with precision, circling the sensitive nub, sending waves of pleasure crashing through Sirisha’s body. Sirisha’s hips bucked, her body begging for more, the pleasure overwhelming her.
 
Neetu’s tongue picked up speed, moving faster and more aggressively, the pressure on Sirisha’s clit increasing as her fingers slid deep into her wet pussy.
 
Neetu’s fingers explored, feeling the way Sirisha’s body tightened around her. Sirisha was soaking wet, her heat a clear indication that she was ready, and Neetu couldn’t get enough of the taste of her.
 
Her tongue plunged deeper, her touch becoming more urgent, as she tasted every inch of Sirisha, licking, sucking, fucking Sirisha with her mouth.
 
“Bhabhi…” Sirisha gasped, her voice breaking, tight with pleasure. The words came out almost like a prayer, as though asking Neetu to push her further, to take her even deeper. The desperation was palpable.

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