Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

She stood fully naked, letting the fabric of her hair fall freely,

revealing the soft line of her neck and the curve of her shoulders, a subtle invitation he couldn’t ignore. 

The spell was cast, he was ensnared, unable to look away.
 
Sirisha, still flushed and glowing, let her words slip out with a teasing edge that belied the heat of the moment:

Sirisha: “Where’s my bra, Bhayya?”

Her casual tone cut through the charged silence, reminding him of everything they had shared, and yet it made his pulse spike even higher. 

She didn’t even realize how freely her voice carried, how it made the room pulse with tension between them.
 
Ravi’s breath caught. 

He tried to steady his voice, though the heat pooling in his chest betrayed him.

Ravi: “I… I didn’t think you’d want them back just yet.”
 
Even as he spoke, his eyes roamed her body,

Lingering on the delicate curve of her hips, the gentle swell of her breasts, the flushed warmth of her skin. 

Each movement she made drew him further into a vortex of desire he couldn’t resist.
 
Sirisha’s fingers fumbled over her clothes, she found her bra and her movements slow, deliberate, teasing. 

She picked up her top, hesitated, and then pulled it over her head, acutely aware of his gaze. 

She didn’t flinch; if anything, she let herself be watched, letting the awareness of his desire brush over her like a caress.

Sirisha: “You’re a bad influence, you know that?”
 
 
Her voice, though lightly teasing, carried a depth that made his chest tighten.

It was playful yet raw, a reflection of the vulnerability she could no longer hide. 

Ravi let out a low, throaty chuckle, the sound thick with emotion, as the charged silence settled around them. 

Every glance, every subtle movement, felt like an unspoken promise, a thread of longing connecting them.
 
And then, the spell of the moment was broken, a sudden buzz from Ravi’s phone.

The screen lighting up with a name that twisted his stomach: “Priya Didi.”
 

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