Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Ravi’s fingers lingered on her hand, his touch delicate, but persistent. 

He could feel the warmth of her skin against his, the faint trembling in her fingers. For a moment, time seemed to slow as they both stayed in this shared space, just their hands, their breaths, a palpable connection between them. 

The slow pulse of desire thrummed through his veins, urging him forward, daring him to take another step.
 
Priya’s heart raced, her mind torn between wanting to pull away and wanting to stay. "He’s holding my hand… so gently…" 

She felt the pressure of his fingers, the way he traced the lines of her palm, as if committing every detail of her to memory. "Why does it feel so hard to pull back?"
 
Ravi’s hand, so warm, so sure, slowly shifted. His fingers, still intertwined with hers, began to move ever so gently.
 
He guided her hand lower, letting it slip onto his thigh. The slow, deliberate movement sent a ripple of heat through both of them.
 
"Just this…" Ravi whispered again, his voice a low, velvety murmur. His hand, still trembling slightly, moved slowly, gently resting on top of hers, the weight of his palm against her skin sending a shock of electricity up her spine.
 
For a brief moment, Priya froze, her breath caught in her throat. Her body seemed to lock in place, unsure of what to do. She felt the heat of his body beneath her hand, the undeniable presence of him so close, and it made her heart race.
 
“What is he doing?” Priya thought, her breath coming in shallow gasps. 

The way he was guiding her hand, the tenderness mixed with the subtle demand... It was so intimate, so quiet, but it spoke louder than anything she could say.
 
Her hand rested on his thigh now, the heat of his body seeping through the fabric of his clothes, pressing against her palm.
 
The moment felt so intense, so charged, it was as if the air itself had thickened around them. Every inch of her hand against his thigh felt electric. 

His body was warm, firm beneath her touch, and she could feel his muscles shifting as he moved slightly.
 
The very sensation of her hand resting there on his thigh, so close to his manhood, sent a tremor through her, an overwhelming feeling of closeness, of being right on the edge.

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