Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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"It’s so fragile… so perfect… one wrong move, and it could all fall apart… but she wants this too… she can’t hide it… I can feel it in every inch of her skin…" he thought, a mix of excitement and reverence coursing through him.
 
His mind was swimming with both desire and fear, wondering how this delicate dance would play out.
 
As if on cue, Amit turned on the FM radio, the soft romantic song playing in the FM Radio filling the car, a backdrop of normalcy overlaid on the clandestine moment in the back seat. The faint beat of the song seemed to mirror their rising pulse, amplifying the intensity.
 
Ravi closed his eyes as his fingers brushed against the fabric of her saree, tracing the edges of her chest, a movement so light it almost felt like a whisper.
 
Priya’s body stiffened slightly, a tiny gasp catching in her throat that she muffled into the curve of her shoulder. The moment was delicate and electric, a combination of fear, desire, and the undeniable thrill of the forbidden.
 
The warmth of his hand against her was both a comfort and an intrusion, and it made her heart pound even harder. “He just did… he just touched my private part… only Amit ever touched these… I didn’t say anything… this just opened the private gate… There is no stopping for him…”
 
"Oh God… this is it… I’m so close… I can feel her… but she’s tense… she wants this… she does… she wants it… she didn’t stop me.." Ravi’s mind raced as he felt the contours of her body beneath his fingers.
 
He could sense the soft tremble of her skin, a reaction she couldn’t hide even if she tried.
 
Her hand brushed lightly over his, tentative, almost pulling back, a hesitation that spoke louder than words. But it didn’t retreat fully. Instead, it lingered, allowing the contact to continue, a silent agreement that neither could fully articulate.
 
"I’m scared… Amit is just in front of me… I shouldn’t… but… it feels so good… it’s just him… just here… just like this…" Priya’s mind whirled, torn between the heady pull of desire and the oppressive weight of restraint. 

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