07-10-2025, 05:25 PM
Focus shifts to our cute little Sirisha
After a few moments of quiet relaxation, Ravi slowly turned his attention to Sirisha, his gaze soft yet filled with a deep intensity. She met his eyes, her own wide and unsure, a mix of longing and nervousness playing across her face.
Her body was trembling ever so slightly, and her hands rested on the bed, her fingers curling and uncurling in a small, anxious rhythm, as though unsure of what to do next.
“Are you ready?” Ravi asked gently, his voice now softer, almost cautious, as if sensing her uncertainty. He watched her carefully, his heart tugging at the sight of her vulnerability.
Sirisha nodded, but there was a hesitation in her eyes that didn’t escape him. Neetu, ever perceptive, sensed the moment. She moved closer to them, her presence a balm to Sirisha’s nerves, an invisible shield of warmth and reassurance.
“Take your time, beta,” Neetu whispered softly, her voice tender as she gently ran a hand through Sirisha’s hair. “This is new for you. Don’t rush.”
“We’re here with you, every step of the way. You don’t have to hesitate for anything.” Her touch was comforting, grounding Sirisha in a way that made her feel cherished, not just desired.
Ravi placed his hand on Sirisha’s cheek, guiding her face up to meet his gaze. His touch was gentle, his eyes filled with something soft, reassuring.
He kissed her slowly, tenderly, as though to say: You are safe here.
His lips lingered on Sirisha’s lips, a promise, his warmth melding with hers, the space between them narrowing.
The kiss deepened, slow and exploratory, as though they both were savoring the moment before everything changed.
“Just breathe with me,” Ravi murmured against her lips as he moved lower, his hand brushing over her body with a slow, deliberate touch.
His fingers traced the delicate curves of young and innocent Sirisha’s skin, and then he kissed her neck, her shoulder, each kiss feather-light, barely there.
His touch was soft yet insistent, coaxing her to relax, to feel the slow burn of intimacy that was growing between them.
Meanwhile, Neetu, ever aware of the dynamics unfolding, took Ravi’s cock into her mouth, her mouth moving with practiced care to bring him to full hardness again.
The sight of Neetu’s mouth on him made Sirisha’s breath hitch, her own body betraying her, longing for something she didn’t quite understand.
After a few moments of quiet relaxation, Ravi slowly turned his attention to Sirisha, his gaze soft yet filled with a deep intensity. She met his eyes, her own wide and unsure, a mix of longing and nervousness playing across her face.
Her body was trembling ever so slightly, and her hands rested on the bed, her fingers curling and uncurling in a small, anxious rhythm, as though unsure of what to do next.
“Are you ready?” Ravi asked gently, his voice now softer, almost cautious, as if sensing her uncertainty. He watched her carefully, his heart tugging at the sight of her vulnerability.
Sirisha nodded, but there was a hesitation in her eyes that didn’t escape him. Neetu, ever perceptive, sensed the moment. She moved closer to them, her presence a balm to Sirisha’s nerves, an invisible shield of warmth and reassurance.
“Take your time, beta,” Neetu whispered softly, her voice tender as she gently ran a hand through Sirisha’s hair. “This is new for you. Don’t rush.”
“We’re here with you, every step of the way. You don’t have to hesitate for anything.” Her touch was comforting, grounding Sirisha in a way that made her feel cherished, not just desired.
Ravi placed his hand on Sirisha’s cheek, guiding her face up to meet his gaze. His touch was gentle, his eyes filled with something soft, reassuring.
He kissed her slowly, tenderly, as though to say: You are safe here.
His lips lingered on Sirisha’s lips, a promise, his warmth melding with hers, the space between them narrowing.
The kiss deepened, slow and exploratory, as though they both were savoring the moment before everything changed.
“Just breathe with me,” Ravi murmured against her lips as he moved lower, his hand brushing over her body with a slow, deliberate touch.
His fingers traced the delicate curves of young and innocent Sirisha’s skin, and then he kissed her neck, her shoulder, each kiss feather-light, barely there.
His touch was soft yet insistent, coaxing her to relax, to feel the slow burn of intimacy that was growing between them.
Meanwhile, Neetu, ever aware of the dynamics unfolding, took Ravi’s cock into her mouth, her mouth moving with practiced care to bring him to full hardness again.
The sight of Neetu’s mouth on him made Sirisha’s breath hitch, her own body betraying her, longing for something she didn’t quite understand.
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