Adultery Priya Didi

[prasannas2001]

Down below, she was a symphony of softness:


Her pussy petals unfurling, smooth and damp, swelling slightly as if anticipating a touch.

The delicate line of her vulva was framed by a dark dusting of pubic hair that caught the light like spun gold.

Even in this moment of raw vulnerability, she was breathtaking.

She wasn't simply naked; she was an embodiment of femininity unveiled,

A vision of pure, untamed beauty.


Everything about her was gentle and overwhelming at once.

She looked like she belonged on the cover of a couture magazine,

Or in a royal portrait.

But she was married.

Cooking lunch, folding clothes in a Mumbai apartment.

And no one saw.

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Wow! The description of Neetu from her view is breathtaking. Amazing narration Shailu. You are doing a wonderful job