Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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“Didi… I need to…” His words were pleading, soft, yet full of desire, and she squeezed his hand slightly, giving him permission without words.
 
Her body responded instantly, hips tilting ever so slightly toward his touch, her belly shivering beneath his hand.
 
"I can’t believe how soft it is… how… beautiful it feels… and he’s… he’s playing with it…" Her mind swirled with heat, but the security of holding his hand kept her grounded, letting her enjoy every teasing stroke and gentle press.
 
Ravi’s fingers continued their slow, intimate exploration, each motion drawing soft sighs from her, the ticklish yet tender navel a perfect conduit of trust and desire.
 
"She’s letting me… and she’s holding me… she’s giving me everything without words… this is perfect…" Every press, pinch, and circle was measured, sensual, and reverent, the connection between them deepening with every heartbeat.
 
Priya’s hand never left his, anchoring him as he continued his delicate play, and every shiver, gasp, and tiny laugh from her only encouraged him.
 
"It’s mine… he’s mine… and yet he’s making me feel so exposed… so alive… I never knew it could feel like this."
 
The ticklish, sensitive navel beneath his fingers was now a place of exquisite intimacy, each stroke a silent confession of desire and trust.
 
Ravi’s hand lingered on her belly, the warmth of her skin seeping through the soft fabric, every gentle movement of his fingers sending shivers through her body.
 
The delicate curves of her abdomen, the soft hollow above her navel, were mesmerizing, each subtle shift of her muscles beneath his touch awakening a hunger he had never felt before.
 
Priya’s hand remained firmly on his, guiding him, holding him close even as her body responded instinctively to his touch. "He’s touching me… every inch… but I’m holding him… it’s mine… it’s safe…" Her breath quickened, a warm heat pooling low in her belly, and every deliberate caress of his fingers made her hips shift toward him, subtly, almost without thinking.
 
Slowly, Ravi’s hand traveled lower, sliding just beneath the curve of her lower abdomen, the fabric of her saree softly rustling as he explored.
 
His fingers hovered, tracing gentle, reverent circles, feeling the soft, yielding skin beneath. The warmth and subtle tremor of her body under his touch stole his breath, making him pause to drink in every sensation.

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