Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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“But I think your patience has run thin.”
 

Sirisha’s cheeks flamed, but beneath that embarrassment, a quiet thrill twisted in her chest. Neetu’s teasing tone hinted at things she barely understood, yet could feel deep within.
 
She wanted to look away, to escape the rising heat, but instead, she found herself drawn in, captivated by their presence, the electric tension between them.
 
Ravi moved, gently pulling her hand between their bodies, pressing it against Neetu’s hip. His touch was light, testing her reaction, yet carried a strength she could feel in every nerve.
 
With one swift motion, he stood, pulling Sirisha along, and she was suddenly standing dangerously close to Neetu, her heart pounding in her throat, every breath shallow.
 
Sirisha’s breath hitched as she noticed Ravi’s gaze scan Neetu’s body, from the curve of her thighs to the subtle rise and fall of her chest, lingering on her face with admiration. It was as if he saw everything, savored it, and found something perfect.
 
She wasn’t sure if she should feel like a voyeur or participant, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from Ravi’s long, thick cock, straining with desire.
 
Her chest tightened, and when she looked back at him, his gaze held hers, quiet yet possessive, yet tempered with tenderness.
 
Neetu smiled softly, and Sirisha felt a twinge of uncertainty. She had never seen this side of Bhabhi before. Neetu’s eyes spoke of experience, of pleasures and knowledge Sirisha could only imagine.
 
The way she moved, the fluidity with which she engaged Ravi, it all seemed so natural, so instinctive, making Sirisha feel she was on the edge of something immense, something she might never fully understand.
 
“Now, my lovely Bhabhi,” Ravi murmured, his voice rough and urgent, sending a shiver down Sirisha’s spine, “let me show you just how much I appreciate your patience.”
 
Sirisha watched, transfixed, as Ravi’s hand slid down to Neetu’s panties. The motion was smooth, intimate, sending a rush of heat through her body, her thighs quivering with anticipation.
 
He paused, holding the delicate fabric with a quiet tenderness, then let it fall to the floor at Sirisha’s feet. 

Without hesitation, he leaned down, capturing Neetu’s lips in a kiss fierce yet tender, a collision of hunger and affection.

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