Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Neetu didn’t let up. Her tongue kept sweeping over Sirisha’s slick folds, her lips sucking harder, pulling Sirisha lower, deeper, into the abyss of pleasure. Sirisha’s body shuddered beneath her, every moan, every gasp, making her feel untouchable, as though she had become a part of this moment, a creature of pure sensation, lost in the need.
 
Ravi’s own body trembled with desire as he watched, his breath coming in quick gasps. Every moan from Sirisha, every flick of Neetu’s tongue, burned itself into his mind. His chest was tight, his stomach twisted with an intensity that left him feeling helpless, caught between guilt and longing.
 
The emotions were too powerful, overwhelming him. He wanted to touch them both, to claim this space, to become one with them, but he remained frozen, unable to act, consumed by the desire he couldn’t escape.
 
Neetu’s hands gripped Sirisha’s hips, her fingers digging in as she pulled her closer, anchoring her to the pleasure. Neetu deepened the kiss with her tongue, sliding it between Sirisha’s folds, savoring the taste of her. She teased Sirisha’s clit again, flicking it with purpose, pulling out desperate gasps from Sirisha’s lips.
 
The younger woman was trembling now, her body a taut coil, every part of her skin on fire. Sirisha’s moans grew louder, her back arching as she sought more, closer, deeper.
 
The pressure in her core was building, but Neetu refused to let her fall, keeping the pace slow, deliberate, as though she were savoring every second of Sirisha’s unraveling.
 
Ravi was shaking now, the strain of holding himself back too much to bear. His body screamed for release, torn between the overwhelming need to take part in this and the guilt that threatened to drown him. He wanted to be inside this, to touch them both, to claim the space between them. His thoughts spiraled into a haze of longing and helplessness.
 
“Bhabhi…” Sirisha whispered, the desperation in her voice thick, as though she were already at the edge. “Please…”
 
It was Neetu’s teeth, a playful nip at Sirisha’s frenulum, that sent her over the edge. The gentle bite triggered a chain reaction of heat, lightning racing through Sirisha’s body. She gasped, her fingers gripping the couch as she came undone, her body shaking with the intensity of the orgasm.
 
Neetu held her close, murmuring soothing words against Sirisha’s skin even as the last tremors passed. Her tongue lingered, slowly tracing circles around Sirisha’s clit, as though grounding her in the aftershocks of their shared pleasure. The motion was both satisfying and strangely comforting, as though Neetu were ensuring that Sirisha would never feel alone in this moment.
 
Ravi watched, his heart hammering in his chest, his gaze locked onto Sirisha’s flushed face. The pleasure radiating from her was almost too much to bear. He wanted to taste what Neetu had tasted, to feel their connection between them. He couldn’t stop himself anymore. The need was too great.
 
It wasn’t just about physical pleasure anymore; it was the feeling of being seen, cherished in this raw vulnerability, this space where there was no judgment, only the heat of Neetu’s desire and a devotion that felt almost ancient.
 

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