Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

 
Her mind screamed at her to stop, but her body refused. Every inch of her wanted him, needed him, this moment.
 
The romantic song from the radio flowed around them, a soft, sensual accompaniment that only added to the weight of the moment.
 
The faint melody seemed almost like a veil over the forbidden, a comforting background as Ravi’s fingers explored with reverent curiosity.
 
The music, the quiet hum of the engine, the barely perceptible shifts of her body against his, each detail felt like it would explode into something more, something irreversible.
 
He shifted slightly, letting his hand move to feel the other breast, cupping gently at first, sensing her reaction, waiting for her consent in every subtle breath, every micro-shift of her body.
 
Her skin was soft and warm, the subtle tremors betraying her desire even as she tried to hold herself in check.
 
"She’s letting me… oh God… she’s letting me… every shiver, every breath… it’s all permission…" Ravi’s thoughts raced. He was teetering on the edge of something profound, something he'd never anticipated.
 
Priya Didi’s hand moved again, brushing his wrist, a delicate, hesitant encouragement. She wanted more, she realized, but the presence of Amit, even though he couldn’t see her, kept her restraint alive.
 
Her mind was a mixture of pleasure and caution, fear and longing, and every nerve ending in her body sang with the intensity of the moment.
 
"I want this… I can’t stop thinking about it… oh God, it’s just him… just this moment… but Amit… I must… I must… keep calm…" she thought, wrestling with herself while her body leaned imperceptibly into him. Her breath came faster now, a mix of heat and fear, yet she couldn't seem to pull away.
 
Ravi moved slowly, letting his hand linger on top of her breast just a little, caress, and mold, never forcing, always attentive to her reactions. He felt the subtle tension, the tremor of desire, the softness of her skin, and the delicate balance of her hesitation.
 
The gravity of the moment pressed down on both of them, making every heartbeat louder, every breath more precious.
 
"This is it… the first time… we’re crossing into something deeper… something irreversible… and yet… it feels like we were always meant to be here… in this stolen intimacy…" he thought, consumed by the sensation of her body beneath his hand.
 
Priya’s breath hitched again, soft and quiet, as she tried to steady herself. Her body leaned slightly, tilting toward him, inviting without surrendering fully, trembling with the intensity of the moment.
 
Every nerve screamed in approval even as her mind whispered caution, a delicious tension that made the moment all the more intoxicating.
 
"It’s too much… it’s everything… he’s touching me… oh God, I want this… I can’t stop… I shouldn’t… but I want it… yes… yes…" she thought, lost in the gravity of the intimacy.
 

The back seat of the Mini Cooper, the darkness around them, and the hum of the engine created a private universe, a bubble in which their desires could exist without consequence, untouched by the world outside.
 
Every brush of skin, every tremor, every breath between them was a secret only they shared, heightened by the soft romantic song from the radio, a sensual soundtrack for the gravity of their first step into this new level of intimacy.

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