Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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"This is insane… she’s right here, under my hand, and I’m touching her like she is mine... I should stop… but she’s not stopping me…"
 
Priya’s breath grew shallow. She was becoming aware of every tiny movement—the brush of his fingers on her skin, the heat radiating from his hand, and the increasing pressure as he moved slowly upward.
 
Her heart was racing, and yet, she couldn’t pull away. "No, I’m not pulling away. I don’t want to stop." Her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts, but her body was responding differently—open, yielding, and alive to every inch of him.
 
Ravi’s hand finally came to rest just below the curve of her hip, his fingers splayed against the soft, warm fabric of her saree. He could feel the subtle rise and fall of her belly beneath, the smoothness of her skin that felt like silk under his touch.
 
"I can feel her heartbeat… beneath the fabric, through the saree… it’s like I’m touching her soul…" Ravi thought, his pulse racing as he fought to remain composed.
 
The sensations were overwhelming—the warmth, the softness, the intimacy—and the more he let his hand linger, the more he was consumed by the desire to explore every inch of her.
 
Priya’s body trembled ever so slightly beneath his touch, and she shifted again, sliding just a fraction closer to him. The intimacy between them deepened with every passing second, the quiet tension almost unbearable.
 
Her eyes closed for just a moment, trying to steady herself, but the sensation of his hand against her leg, the warmth spreading between them, was far more real than the distance between her thoughts.
 
"I can feel everything… every tiny shift… why does this feel so right? How can something so wrong feel so good?" Priya’s mind tried to make sense of it, but in that moment, she stopped trying. She let herself be consumed by the sensation of his touch, by the thrill of what was happening in the darkness of the car.
 
With Amit still absorbed in the traffic ahead, neither of them seemed to notice the growing intensity in the back seat.
 
Ravi’s fingers flexed ever so slightly, the pressure on her thigh intensifying just a touch, feeling her body’s natural response to him. He could feel her muscles tense under his touch, and the sensation made him lose himself for a second.
 
Priya’s breath caught in her throat once more as Ravi’s hand lingered against her thigh, the space between them growing impossibly tight, yet deliciously charged. "I can’t stop… and I don’t want to… but I have to be careful… I have to control myself…"
 
And as the city lights of Mumbai flickered through the car window, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the heat between them, the stolen moment in the back seat, and the whispered promise of what was to come.

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