Adultery Priya Didi

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Ravi was lost in her, lost in the sensation of her taste, her warmth, her response. Her tongue played with his now, moving with a fluidity that matched the rhythm of their kiss, each moment pushing them deeper into something that neither of them was ready to pull back from.
 
In the darkness of the theater, with the world outside forgotten, there was only the connection between them. The kiss was all-consuming, a tender yet frantic exploration of desires that neither had dared to acknowledge before. And as the seconds stretched into eternity, neither of them could imagine a world outside of this moment, of this kiss, of the way their bodies and hearts seemed to collide in this shared space of quiet urgency.
 
Priya’s hand slid to the back of his neck, her fingers threading through his hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss. She was no longer holding back, no longer pretending to resist. In this dark theater, with the flickering light of the screen illuminating their faces, they shared a kiss that was full of everything they had been avoiding, desire, passion, and the heady feeling of crossing a line they could never uncross.
 
Ravi didn’t break the kiss. His lips stayed pressed to hers, soft but insistent, as his hands began to explore more freely, tracing the curves of her body beneath the delicate folds of her saree. One hand slid up along her side, feeling the smooth line of her waist, the subtle dip beneath her ribs, pulling her ever closer against him. Each subtle shift of her body into his touch only deepened the kiss, their tongues tangling as if echoing the silent surrender of their bodies.
 
His other hand moved to her back, fingers threading along the fabric of her blouse, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath the thin cloth. She shivered at his touch, her lips parting in a soft gasp against his mouth.
 
Ravi responded without hesitation, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, tasting the sweet, intoxicating warmth of her mouth as his fingers pressed lightly against the curve of her ribs and up towards her shoulders. Every inch he touched made her pulse race, yet her lips stayed pressed to his, eager, inviting, and tremulously yielding.
 
Slowly, almost reverently, his hands wandered over the lines of her back and shoulders, tracing small, deliberate patterns that made her gasp into his mouth. Each tiny movement of her body, arching slightly, pressing against him, tilting her head, amplified the intensity of the kiss.
 
Ravi’s fingers were bold yet careful, exploring her curves while his lips and tongue continued to claim hers with a mixture of tenderness and raw need.
 
Her breath hitched, her lips parting wider as he traced the soft line of her waist, the subtle hollow beneath her ribs, and the gentle curve of her sides.
 

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