Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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The heat between her legs, the rush of excitement, and the soft flutter of her pulse seemed to intensify with each passing moment. Every nerve in her body screamed approval, even as her mind tried desperately to control it.
 
Ravi’s fingers lingered on her chest, brushing the edge of her saree, feeling the warmth beneath the fabric.
 
He could sense her hesitation, the small pull of restraint that she tried to maintain, and he responded with patience, letting his fingers hover and trace, never rushing, never forcing, making every movement measured, reverent, teasing. His hand was trembling, unsure, yet longing to break that delicate barrier.
 
"Her skin is so soft… so warm… she’s letting me… oh God… she’s letting me…" he thought, almost breathless as he tried to control the overwhelming sensation.
 
Priya Didi’s breath grew faster, shallow and uneven, though she tried to keep it silent. She tilted slightly, creating a subtle gap, a small invitation she couldn’t quite suppress. Her hand brushed his wrist ever so lightly, a fleeting, almost accidental touch, a mix of resistance and permission.
 
Her eyes were unfocused, glazed with desire, and her chest rose and fell with unsteady breaths.
 
"I can’t… I shouldn’t… but I want this… oh, I want this… just a little… just a little more…" she thought, torn between caution and desire. Her mind screamed at her to stop, but her body was a different story.
 
Every inch of her skin was alive with anticipation, each brush of his fingers sending a pulse of heat to her core.
 
Slowly, deliberately, Ravi cupped one of her breasts very lightly, letting his hand mold gently over the shape beneath the fabric.
 
The sensation was heady, intimate, and heavy with meaning. He felt the warmth, the softness, the subtle tremor of her body beneath his palm. Every minute motion seemed amplified in the confined back seat, every small touch a message of desire, a signal of their secret intimacy.
 
He could feel her heart racing, mirroring his own, and the intensity of the moment made him pause for a moment, torn between fear and the overwhelming need to continue.
 
Priya’s body tensed at first, a quiet shiver running through her as though she were trying to resist, but the warmth of his hand, the careful pressure, and the undeniable intimacy of the moment made her surrender just a little.
 
Her chest rose and fell more rapidly, her pulse thrumming through her veins like a secret drumbeat only they could hear.
 
"It’s… it’s too much… oh God… but it feels so… right… so perfect… he’s making me feel… oh… I shouldn’t be enjoying this…" she thought, caught in the gravity of the moment. 

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