Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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"What am I doing?" she thought, her breath coming in shallow waves. "This is too much… I shouldn’t let it go any further. But why does it feel so right?"
 
Ravi, sensing the subtle shift in her, paused for just a moment, unsure if he should keep going or pull back. But the pull between them was undeniable, the silent tension in the air thick with unspoken desire.
 
He could feel her hesitation, but he could also feel how her body still responded to him, how she didn’t fully pull away.
 
Priya’s hands, which had been resting softly in her lap, suddenly moved.
 
They didn’t push him away. Instead, she touched the fabric of her saree, tugging it ever so slightly as if adjusting herself, but it was just another way to pull herself closer, even in the tiny back seat.
 
Every movement felt intentional, every moment of contact charged with an electric undercurrent that neither could deny.
 
Her leg shifted again, ever so slightly, brushing against his. The soft contact sent a wave of heat through both of them, a gentle yet undeniable friction that ignited something deeper inside Ravi.
 
His heart began to pound harder, the urgency of the moment pressing against his chest. He could feel the sudden pressure of her body as she leaned in closer, her hand now moving, guiding him toward that secret place only the two of them understood.
 
Her breath quickened, and Ravi couldn’t decide whether it was from the heat of their closeness or from the thrill of the forbidden nature of what they were doing.
 
"I want to feel more of her… I want to touch her in ways I shouldn’t…"
 
The tension in the air between them was unbearable, both of them so close to the edge of something neither could fully understand, but both craving it with an intensity that went beyond words.
 
The silence in the car seemed to stretch as long as the space between their thoughts, but the closeness between them was growing stronger, more undeniable.
 
Ravi’s hand didn’t pull away. It stayed there, softly, against her skin, as if he were grounding himself in this stolen moment of intimacy.
 
And for Priya, there was no denying the feeling of his touch against her body, the way her skin responded to him in ways she hadn’t expected.
 
It was wrong, she knew that, but at the same time, it felt right.
 
The guilt had faded with every passion-laced second, leaving only the heat between them, the shared secret that neither could pull away from.
 

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