Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Her skin was soft beneath his touch, the smoothness of her waist so exquisite that Ravi couldn’t help but linger there, just feeling her, feeling the heat of her skin against his palm. Every moment, every second, felt like it was burning into his memory. "I never imagined it would feel like this… Her skin… so soft… and she’s letting me touch her. She’s letting me feel her."
 
Priya’s breath was coming faster now, the warmth of his hand on her waist creating a fire inside her, one that spread quickly through her body. "It feels so good…" she thought, her mind clouded with desire. The soft press of his palm against her waist was like a spark that ignited something deep within her, and the more he touched her, the more she wanted him to keep going.
 
He pressed lightly, then let his fingers drift, pinching just the edge of her waist ever so gently, as if memorizing the delicate resistance of her skin, the subtle give beneath his touch. Each time he held her there, feeling her softness yield just a little, his heart thudded in pleasure and reverence. It was intimate, tender, a conversation spoken through skin and warmth, where no words could capture the electricity between them.
 
Priya’s breath hitched as she felt the gentle pinches and the holding, a warmth blooming deep in her belly, her body responding without thought, without hesitation. "It feels… so tender… so intimate… I never knew it could feel like this…" The sensation of his hand pressing softly, memorizing the contours of her waist, made her want to melt into him, to let him feel every shiver and quiver that his touch provoked.
 
Ravi’s hand moved with slow deliberation, sliding from side to side, pressing just enough to feel her warmth, holding the curve gently between his fingers, and then letting his palm linger, almost glued to her skin. The smoothness, the softness, the way her body seemed to trust him, sent waves of awe and desire through him.
 
Every tiny pinch, every careful press, made him feel closer to her, as though her skin was a map he was discovering for the first time, every inch alive with sensation.
 
Priya’s body arched subtly toward him, her hand finding his and holding it, pressing against his palm as if to guide him, to invite him closer.
 

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