Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Ravi let his hand wander over her body with a slow, teasing rhythm, each movement synchronized with the pulse of the kiss. Priya trembled in response, pressing her chest into his, her lips melting against his as if they were the only thing in the world.
 
Every flick of his tongue, every soft graze of his lips, sent shivers down her spine, while the tips of his fingers explored the contours of her body with a careful, intoxicating urgency.
 
Even as he roamed over her, Ravi never left her lips. Their mouths moved together in a fluid, endless rhythm, soft, wet, urgent, tender. Every exploration of her body was mirrored in the kiss, each gasp, each shiver, each tiny moan muffled against his mouth.
 
The theater, the movie, the world outside their row, all of it disappeared. There was only them. Only the heat, the trembling, the exquisite tension of being so impossibly close, and yet suspended in the forbidden thrill of this stolen intimacy.
 
And for those few moments, nothing else existed. The world outside, the people in the theater, the movie on the screen, none of it mattered.
 
All that mattered was the electric pull between them, the overwhelming connection, the need they had for each other, and the fact that, for the first time, they were both too lost in the kiss to care about anything else.
 
The movie continued, but the world around them seemed to fade away. The darkness enveloped them, the screen flickering with light, but their reality was in the charged space between their bodies.
 
Time stretched, and nothing mattered except the sensation of their shared breath, their intertwined desire.
 
When Priya found Amit entering from the corner of her eye, the spell of the moment broke.
 
Ravi’s hand quickly withdrew, but it wasn’t enough to erase what had passed between them. He sat back, trying to act natural, pretending that everything was fine, though his body was still trembling with the intensity of what had just happened.
 
Priya adjusted, her fingers shaking slightly as she took a handful of popcorn, but she was aware. Too aware. Her heart raced, and the quiet tension between them hung in the air, unresolved.
 
The normality of the world outside their row felt distant, almost foreign. The movie resumed, but Ravi could feel it.
 
The electricity between them wasn’t gone. It was still there, hanging in the space, just beneath the surface. Neither spoke, neither moved.
 
They both sat quietly, but inside, they were lost in the stillness of that moment, the intimacy of what had been shared, and what was still left unsaid.

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