Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

She gasped, her hands sliding up to his head as she pulled him closer, her voice breathless, thick with desperation.


“I’m more than okay,” she breathed, her body arching toward him, 

A silent plea in her movements. “I’m with you, Ravi.”

Her words, the way her body clung to him, the fire in her eyes—it was everything he needed to hear.

Ravi moved again, his lips trailing from one nipple to the other, tasting the velvety softness of her skin, taking his time to savor each delicate curve.

His hand drifted to the other breast, still warm from his mouth, lingering, feeling the pulse of her body beneath his fingertips.

Slowly, he cupped both breasts, his fingers pressing gently into their softness, as if testing the weight of her skin against his touch.

The sensation made Sirisha gasp again, her body instinctively pressing forward, silently urging him on.

Her breasts stood in graceful, flawless shape, a vision of elegance that met his hand with soft, gentle resistance. The delicate weight of them felt like warm silk stretched over sculpted muscle, velvety smooth, yet undeniably firm, yielding just enough to remind him of their perfect, feminine strength. When he cupped them, they were so full, so abundant, that they spilled over his fingers, demanding the use of both hands to fully embrace their generous curves. Soft as butter, yet with a solid, unyielding fullness that seemed to fill his palms entirely, they were way more than a handful, alive and pliable, yet unshakably strong, as if every inch of them had been crafted to perfection.

But Ravi wasn’t rushing. He was lost in the feel of her, his hands exploring, caressing, savoring the delicate weight of her breasts as though he were memorizing every inch of her.


He pulled her left breast into his mouth, as much as he could, though only a small portion fit, enveloping it completely, tasting the rich warmth of her skin. His lips and tongue explored every inch, drinking her in like a rare, precious treasure he couldn’t get enough of. When he withdrew, the imprint of his mouth lingered, a small, perfect globe left behind on the soft curve of her fuller breast, like a fleeting but cherished memory. His gaze lingered, entranced by the way her skin seemed to hold the shape of him, as though he wanted to take in every part of her, savoring the warmth and softness, the way each inch of her breast seemed to demand his complete attention.


"Ahh... Bhayyaa," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of desire and surrender. "I’ve never felt like this before... you’re making me lose control." Her words fluttered out, each one a soft plea, as her body pressed closer to him, desperate to feel more.

Reluctantly, he left her left breast behind, his lips lingering for just a moment longer, as if savoring the last trace of its warmth. But his hunger wasn’t satisfied yet. Slowly, he moved to the other breast, his hands guiding it toward him, eager to experience every inch of its fullness. His lips found it, the soft, inviting curve of her breast meeting his mouth with the same reverence, the same need. He pulled it in, as much as he could, his mouth enveloping the tender flesh, tasting her warmth with a longing that made his entire body ache. Every inch of her, every soft, perfect curve, seemed to hold him captive, and he explored it with the same insatiable desire, as though he couldn’t possibly take enough. When he withdrew, his lips left their imprint, a perfect, lingering shape on her breast, marking it with the same reverence, the same consuming need. His gaze drank it all in, the way her skin seemed to hold the memory of him, the way he felt so deeply connected to every inch of her. He wanted more. He needed more.

Each touch was purposeful, measured—but with every stroke, the tension between them grew, winding tighter and tighter.

"Mmm… Bhayyaa... Ouch… " she gasped, her breath catching. "You’re driving me wild... I can’t stop." Her voice quivered with the weight of her need, every inch of her body urging him on, as though she couldn’t hold back any longer.

He could feel her skin against his face, the heat of her body, 

And the soft shudders that passed through her as she responded to him.

She gasped again, the sound stirring him, making his pulse race even faster.

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