Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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“This is wrong...” Priya thought, her heart pounding. “I shouldn’t be letting him do this...” But despite the words in her mind, her body didn’t listen.
 
Her thighs parted just slightly under his touch, inviting him in with a subtle movement that betrayed her conflict. “But... this... I want this... I can’t deny it.”
 
“Didi…” Ravi whispered once more, his voice laden with yearning, as his fingers traced the edge of her lap, his thumb brushing against the soft fabric of her clothing. “I need to feel you.” The words were a quiet plea, a soft admission of the desire that had been building between them.
 
And Priya, caught in the spiraling intensity of the moment, could no longer hold back. 

Her hand, resting on his thigh, moved ever so slightly, pressing a bit more firmly against him, giving him the silent permission he sought. It wasn’t spoken, but it was there, a tacit agreement, the surrender of her body to his.
 
Ravi’s hand remained on her thigh, the warmth of her skin beneath his palm sending pulses of heat through his body. He could feel her tremble ever so slightly, the slight quiver of her breath telling him everything he needed to know.
 
She wasn’t pulling away. “She gave me permission... She’s letting me…”  The thought sent a thrill through him, but it also terrified him.
 
Every moment, every inch of their touch felt like a fragile thread, ready to snap at any moment.
 
His thumb traced the edge of her saree, the soft fabric cool beneath his touch, but his palm was burning with the heat of her skin through the saree.
 
Slowly, cautiously, he began to apply a little more pressure, his hand shifting just enough to press gently against the softness of her thigh, the delicate silk of her saree sliding beneath his fingers.
 
“Is she going to pull away?” Ravi thought, holding his breath for a second, his fingers trembling slightly against her leg.
 
He wanted to feel her, to touch her more, but he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, didn’t want to ruin this fragile moment they were sharing.
 
Priya’s breath hitched as she felt his hand move, the warmth of his palm pressing against her thigh, even through the layers of fabric.
 
The sensation of his fingers tracing the smooth curve of her thigh, the weight of his hand on her body, sent a jolt of electricity straight through her.

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