Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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The delicate fabric of her saree offered a muted barrier, yet it only heightened the feeling, as if the distance between them wasn’t physical at all.
 
Priya’s breath hitched, though it was subtle enough that Amit wouldn’t notice from his position. She shifted slightly in her seat, her fingers brushing ever so lightly against Ravi’s hand, a gesture so fleeting it might have been an accident—but Ravi knew better.
 
Her fingers curled, accepting the touch, acknowledging the silent agreement between them. The soft, responsive movement of her hand against his made him dizzy with desire.
 
Ravi pressed just a little more, his fingers easing into the softness of her flesh. The sensation was dizzying, intoxicating in its forbidden intimacy. His palm rested lightly on her leg, the delicate pressure sending an electric current through both of them.
 
The feeling was almost too much to bear. He could feel the subtle rise and fall of her breath as it quickened slightly beneath his touch.
 
"God… she’s so close, so warm, so alive… What am I doing?" His thoughts blurred into one heady feeling—her warmth, the soft silk of her saree, and the thrilling, forbidden nature of this stolen moment.
 
He tried to keep his touch gentle, hesitant, but it was growing harder to resist the urge to explore further.
 
Priya’s chest tightened, her breath hitching once more as Ravi’s hand slowly moved higher, pressing ever so slightly against the curve of her thigh. Her body was so responsive, so soft beneath his fingers.
 
Every small movement of his hand seemed to make her pulse faster. She was acutely aware of his touch, the warmth of his hand contrasting sharply with the cool air in the car.
 
The intimacy of the moment felt unbelievably real, as though time had slowed around them. Priya’s thoughts, once steady, began to scatter.
 
"I should pull away… I should stop this... but why does it feel so good?" she thought, her fingers still tangled with his in a silent agreement. There was something undeniable in the way her body responded to him—something she couldn’t deny, nor did she want to.
 
The small, subtle pressure of his hand against her skin, just above her knee, made her shiver. The movement was so careful, so deliberate that it felt as though Ravi was exploring her in slow motion.
 
Each inch he moved upwards was measured, but the desire in his touch was unmistakable.

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