Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Sirisha’s heart raced, her body tingled, and she could feel the primal intensity of desire washing over her, leaving her both terrified and entranced, innocent yet awakening.
 
Neetu’s moans grew louder, ragged, trembling with every thrust, every press of Ravi’s body against hers.
 
Her hands clutched his shoulders, her nails digging in lightly as if to anchor herself against the rising storm of pleasure. “Ravi… oh God… I’m…” she gasped, her words breaking into helpless cries, each syllable trembling with raw need.
 
Ravi’s movements became wilder, more urgent, his hips driving deeply into her slick warmth, the rhythm of their bodies syncing perfectly.
 
Each thrust sent waves of fire through Neetu, her back arching, her chest heaving, her entire body alive with electric sensation.
 
Sirisha’s eyes widened, her own body tingling as she watched, mesmerized, as Neetu’s pleasure mirrored the intensity of the moment, a living reflection of what desire could do to a body.
 
With a final, shuddering motion, Neetu’s hips jerked violently against him, her body convulsing in a peak of molten ecstasy.
 
Neetu’s soft cries turned into piercing, desperate gasps, and her hands clung to Ravi’s back as the flood of release washed over her, making her tremble from head to toe.
 
Ravi groaned deep in his chest, the vibration rattling through Neetu’s body, and for a heartbeat the room was filled only with the sound of their shared release.
 
Ravi’s own climax followed almost instantly, a primal, deep surge of pleasure that pulsed through his body as he felt himself empty into Neetu. His hands gripped her hips tightly, holding her close as the tremors of his orgasm rolled through him.
 
His breath came in sharp, ragged bursts, and his lips met hers once more in a brief, fierce kiss, tasting the salt of their shared intensity, grounding them in the aftermath of pleasure.
 
Sirisha, standing so close, felt her chest tighten, her thighs quivering. She had never imagined such raw, unrestrained intimacy, and the sight of them reaching the peak together sent a shiver of longing and awe through her own body.
 
The heat, the vulnerability, the tender dominance mixed with devotion, it was almost too much to bear, yet she couldn’t look away. Every exhale, every soft moan, every tremor of their bodies was etched into her mind, stirring a hunger she had only begun to recognize.
 
Neetu collapsed softly against Ravi, their bodies slick and warm, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “That… was…” she whispered, her voice still trembling with the remnants of ecstasy.
 
Ravi held her close, brushing a strand of hair from her flushed face, his own breath slowing as he felt the weight of what they had shared.
 
The room was thick with the afterglow of their climax, an almost sacred intimacy that seemed to envelop them all.
 
Sirisha reached out tentatively, her hand brushing against Neetu’s arm, feeling the soft pulse of life still coursing through her.
 
There was awe, desire, and a strange, thrilling sense of inclusion, as though she had witnessed something profound, something that had changed her forever. Her heartbeat gradually matched the slow, lingering rhythm of their bodies as she stood close, absorbing the lingering warmth and intensity of the moment, feeling herself pulled ever deeper into their world of unspoken, electric connection.
 
 

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