Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Exposed Beauty of the Virgin 


Her smooth skin glistened in the daylight spilling into the room, flushed with warmth as she caught her breath. Every inch of her seemed to beg for his attention, and Ravi’s gaze lingered with a raw hunger that made her shiver. She felt exposed, utterly vulnerable, yet thrillingly alive under his stare.

Ravi’s eyes were glued to her virgin pussy, his mind racing with dark, greedy thoughts of what he wanted to do with that delicate pink flesh. The way it was spread open, teasing him, drove a low growl from deep in his chest. She was tempting him with every curve, every soft, glistening fold, and he could feel his control slipping.

Her pussy was almost completely bare, save for a thin strip of soft curls above it. The pale skin of her thighs contrasted perfectly with the tender warmth of her folds. If it weren’t for that faint trail of hair, she might have seemed entirely bare, impossibly soft, almost painfully delicate.

Her lower lips were full and swollen, begging silently to be kissed, nibbled, worshipped. They glistened with her natural juices, pink and slick, just slightly puffed from his earlier touch. Compared to her slender frame, they were impossible to ignore, ripe for him, calling to him in their quiet, intimate way.

Her clitoris was small, perfectly round, like a tiny pink button pulsating with need. A bead of fluid rested at its tip, twitching as she realized he was staring. The sight made a sharp tremor run through her, a mix of shyness and raw desire.

A little lower, the delicate folds of her labia concealed the opening to her innermost self, but only partially. The pale pink, almost translucent skin shivered under his gaze, sensitive and inviting. The outer fold was longer than the inner, dipping into a small cleft that revealed just a teasing hint of her secret. No hood shielded the tender flesh; it was exposed, waiting, and he wanted it badly.

Tiny pearls of fluid glimmered at the tips of her folds, twitching subtly as if alive, betraying her growing need. Her inner lips were smooth, thin, soft as petals, surrounding the small pink opening to her vagina. They were parted just enough to tantalize him, slick and glistening, and he imagined just how deep his fingers, or his cock, could go if she let him.

The edges of her entrance glistened with moisture, shining wetly in the light, and Ravi’s breathing hitched. She was reacting to him even before his touch, her body already betraying her excitement. She felt raw under his gaze, flushed and trembling, and he wanted nothing more than to consume her completely, to taste her, to feel every quiver, every twitch, every soft gasp escape from her lips.

“Bhayya… please…” she whispered, her voice shaky, desperate, thick with need. The sound made him ache to press himself against her even more. Her words, her small, involuntary movements, the way her body arched and shivered under his stare, it was intoxicating.

Every fold, every glistening edge, every tiny twitch of fluid between her thighs screamed vulnerability and invitation.

He could feel the pull of her softness, the way her delicate flesh was almost trembling for him. The desire thrummed through him, low and insistent, raw and greedy, and he wanted to claim her with everything he had.

She was exquisite, too perfect, too fragile, too damned beautiful to resist.

And the more he stared, the more she shivered beneath him, the hotter and wetter she became. 

He wanted her, all of her, and he wanted her now.

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