Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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But as her body pressed even closer to him, the sensual nature of the touch made it nearly impossible to pull away. Her hand moved almost involuntarily, her fingers brushing against his wrist, giving permission in the smallest of gestures.
 
It was as though every part of her was telling him to continue, but she couldn’t fully let go of the fear, the uncertainty of crossing that line with Amit so close. Her mind screamed "stop", but her body said "more".
 
Ravi’s touch grew more confident, more deliberate, as he gently pressed into the warmth of her breast, feeling the soft swell under his palm. He could feel her heartbeat under his fingers, the pulse of her desire beneath the surface, and it was enough to drive him wild.
 
The way her skin softened under his touch made it feel like he was caressing something precious, and the slow, careful exploration of her body felt like a personal, unspoken promise of more to come.
 
"She’s so beautiful… I want to touch every part of her… let her know how much I’ve been dreaming about this…"
 
Ravi’s other hand, still resting lightly on his side, moved, sliding over the fabric of her saree until it found its way to her other breast. His fingers were delicate at first, tracing small circles on the fabric, feeling the soft texture of the material before slowly cupping her other breast.
 
His both hands were careful with her precious full breasts, yet they spoke louder than words, telling her what she already knew, that this moment, this touch, was not an accident.
 
Priya tensed again, but the tension felt different now. It wasn’t just resistance; it was a mixture of hesitation and growing desire, the silent recognition of what was happening. The sensation of his hands on her breasts was no longer something to resist, but to embrace, despite the fear that threatened to stop her.
 
"I want this… so much… I can’t stop it now… but Amit is right there… this is wrong… this is too wrong…"
 
She breathed out softly, her eyes shut tightly, the sensation of his hands on her breasts overwhelming her ability to think clearly.
 
The soft radio music filled her ears, acting as a barrier between her and the real world, as if the music were another layer of illusion, one that could make this feel less real. 

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