Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

“I’ve seen this before,” Ravi murmured, his voice thick


Hoarse with barely contained longing.

The words hung heavy in the air, each syllable laced with a rawness that left Sirisha feeling exposed,

As though he could see right through her.

His gaze was unwavering, scorching her skin even from a distance.

She could feel it, the weight of it, making her body tremble as he drank in the sight of her.

Sirisha stood there, barely able to breathe under the intensity of his stare.

The kurti she wore was nothing like the garments she had planned to wear,

It was Priya Didi’s, the only thing she could find when she put her own clothes for drying. 

She had nothing on underneath it. Only Kurti.  

The soft, delicate cotton of Priya Didi’s kurti felt almost like a lover’s caress against her skin, so tender, so intimate.

It clung to her like a second skin, molding to every curve, every contour of her body,

From the gentle swell of her breasts to the subtle dip of her waist.

The fabric was stretched taut over her form,

And she could feel every shift of her body—every breath—against the softness of the cloth.

But it wasn’t just the way the fabric molded to her.

It was the way it revealed her, how it highlighted every inch of her form.

Her erect nipples pressed sharply against the thin material, visible through the sheer fabric,

And each tiny movement only accentuated their shape.

She could see it in his eyes, how the fabric revealed more of her than she had intended, 

And yet… she couldn’t pull away.

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