Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Ravi’s hands rested at the small of her back
The only thing keeping her from melting completely into him.
 
“This is all I need. This is where I want to be. Right here, with her.”
 
Priya’s hand slid from the back of his neck to his jaw,
Tracing the line of it gently, before pulling him back to her lips.
This kiss was different, more tender, more intimate. Long awaited…
 
But no less urgent.
Her hands slid to his shirt, pulling at it
Desperate to feel the warmth of his skin against hers.
 
Ravi’s heart raced as he felt the cool touch of her fingers on his chest,
And it only made him want her more.
 
Her mouth pressed against his again, but this time, she kissed him with a gentle urgency—softer, but no less intense, as though they were both savoring this moment, this moment of connection they had both longed for.
 
The kiss deepened again, and this time, neither of them was willing to pull away. Their lips were molded together, desperate, like they were both claiming each other.
 
It was a kiss that spoke of everything they hadn’t said, everything they hadn’t done.
 
Every moment of restraint, every second of hesitation, melted away.
 
Ravi’s hands, having traversed the smooth expanse of her back, finally arrived at their destination.
 
He paused for a moment, his palms hovering just over the full, generous curve of her butt, the anticipation itself a form of exquisite torture. Then, he let them settle, and a low groan escaped his throat.
 
The sensation was electric. Through the thin fabric of her dress, He could feel the perfect, yielding softness of her flesh, A plush warmth that promised utter comfort and unbridled passion.
 
It was more than just soft; it was alive, supple, and it molded to his touch as if it had been waiting for him all along. The sheer weight and fullness of her butt in his hands sent a primal jolt straight through him, a wave of possessive desire that made his own body ache with need.
 
Unable to resist, his fingers curled, sinking slightly into the decadent softness. He pressed his hands flat against her, feeling the firm muscle beneath the plush layer, a testament to her strength and vitality.
 
The heat radiating from her skin was intoxicating, a silent invitation that seeped through the material and branded his palms.

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