Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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“This is too much…” she thought, her heart pounding in her chest, but her body didn’t move away. It responded to him, leaning slightly into the pressure, as if she were drawn to him, unable to stop herself.
 
Ravi pressed just a little more firmly, his hand now fully resting on her thigh, feeling the soft, firm curve of her leg beneath the fabric. The touch was slow, deliberate, and it felt as though he was trying to memorize every inch of her.
 
His fingers twitched slightly as they found the gentle rise of her thigh under the saree. The soft, sensual fabric of her clothing only heightened the intimacy of the moment. He could feel the heat of her skin radiating through it, the pulse of her heartbeat under his fingertips.
 
He wanted to go further, but each time he pressed a little more, he was met with a soft resistance ,  not from her body, but from his own restraint.
 
“God, this feels too real.” Ravi’s mind raced. “Her leg… under my hand. She’s so close, so warm.” The pressure of his palm against her thigh was intoxicating, and yet he was terrified to go further, to cross a line. He could feel every inch of her thigh beneath his touch, the softness of her skin, the way her body tensed as he moved, almost as if she was holding her breath, waiting for him to make the next move.
 
“Does she want this? Does she feel the same way I do?” Ravi wondered, his heartbeat quickening. But Priya Didi didn’t pull away, her body responding subtly to his touch. The heat between them grew more intense with every second, every breath.
 
Priya Didi’s mind was in chaos, caught between desire and fear, her heart racing with the pressure of his hand on her thigh. “I shouldn’t be letting him do this. This is too much.” But her body betrayed her. She didn’t move away.
 
Instead, she felt her muscles relax slightly under his touch, her thigh yielding to the gentle pressure of his hand. The sensation of him pressing against her saree, his palm so warm on her skin, was both maddening and thrilling. Every inch of her body seemed to burn where he touched her, and she couldn’t seem to pull away.
 
“Why isn’t he stopping?” she thought, her breath coming faster, her fingers tightening on the edge of the seat. 

She could feel the way his hand lingered, pressing gently into the fabric of her saree, and with every second, it felt as though she was inching closer to losing herself to the moment.
 
Ravi’s hand stayed where it was, the pressure of his palm on her thigh like a silent plea. His heart was pounding now, each beat louder than the last.
 
He wasn’t sure if he was waiting for her to pull away or if he was praying that she wouldn’t.
 
The stillness between them was electric, charged with the unspoken words neither of them could quite find the courage to say.
 

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