Adultery Priya Didi

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Sirisha felt a suffocating ache of want, a pull toward something forbidden, yet so intoxicating she couldn’t look away.
 
Her own breath grew shallow, her pulse hammering in her temples, as she realized she was experiencing a raw, intimate truth about desire she had never known, an overwhelming awareness of bodies and pleasures intermingling.
 
A tremor ran through her, a mixture of shock, anticipation, and an undeniable erotic thrill, as if every nerve in her body had been ignited simultaneously.
 
She felt herself leaning closer, drawn to the sight of Ravi’s cock pressed between Neetu’s folds, to the way Neetu’s hips responded instinctively, grinding slightly, the subtle arch of her back betraying a growing, desperate need.
 
Sirisha’s hands itched to reach out, to brush against skin, to touch, to explore, and she shivered at the intensity of the sensation, caught between hesitation and longing, innocence and desire.
 
The air around them seemed to thrum with heat, sweat, and the intoxicating scent of raw passion.
 
Sirisha’s mind raced with a torrent of erotic possibilities, imagining herself part of this intimate, rhythmic connection, imagining the friction, the moans, the unspoken pleasure.
 
Every subtle movement of Ravi and Neetu, every gasp and tremble, fed the hunger rising inside her, leaving her both breathless and achingly aware of her own awakening desire.
 
She had never felt so alive, so aware, so utterly consumed by what she was witnessing, and she wanted more, wanted to feel it for herself, to step into the heat and depth of this erotic union.
 
Sirisha could hear the soft, needy groans escaping Neetu’s lips, the way her body quivered and arched under Ravi’s touch, and it made Sirisha feel sensations she had never known.
 
Her heart raced in her chest, each beat echoing the rhythm of the lovers before her, a wild, intoxicating pulse that left her both shy and burning with curiosity.
 
There was something almost awe-inspiring, almost sacred about the way Ravi and Neetu moved together, a seamless, fluid connection, as if their bodies were speaking a language she could feel but not yet name.
 
Ravi’s eyes flicked toward Sirisha again, dark and raw, filled with a hunger that made her stomach tighten and thighs ache.