Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Their hands were no longer just touching; they were claiming, clutching at fabric and skin with a frantic urgency that left no room for doubt.
 
Priya’s fingers tangled mercilessly in Ravi’s hair, pulling him down, holding him captive, as her body arched against his, a silent scream of primal need.
 
Every inch of her was a revelation, a living flame pressed against him, and he answered with a ferocity of his own.
 
His lips broke from hers only to blaze a trail down the elegant column of her neck, where he tasted the salt of her skin, nipping and sucking until a sharp, breathy gasp tore from her throat.
 
Priya, lost in the onslaught, tilted her head back in an act of complete surrender, granting him unspoken access to the sensitive flesh he was so expertly torturing.
 
Her own hands roamed over the hard planes of his chest, feeling the frantic hammering of his heart beneath her palms, a rhythm that matched her own.
 
The heat between them was no longer just warmth; it was an oppressive, intoxicating inferno that threatened to melt them into one being. Breaking the kiss for even a second to gasp for air was an agony they were unwilling to endure.
 
Each press of his lips, each sweep of his tongue, was a vow, a fulfillment of a longing so profound it had become a part of their souls.
 
Ravi’s thoughts were a chaotic, primal chant: "I want her. I need her... now." Every cell in his body screamed it, a demand to erase the final barriers between them.
 
Her body melted against his, all soft curves and yielding heat, her legs brushing his with a deliberate, electrifying friction that made his head spin.
 
The fire they had ignited was now a raging wildfire, an all-consuming desire that had smoldered for far too long and would no longer be contained.
 
Then, with a strength born of pure desperation, her hands shot to the back of his neck, her fingers digging in as she yanked his mouth back to hers.
 
The kiss was a conquest. Her tongue, bold and seeking, slipped past his lips, not to explore, but to claim. It found his, and the world shattered.
 
They were no longer kissing; they were dueling, a wet, intimate dance of tongues that curled and stroked, each trying to suck the other deeper, to get so completely inside them that there would be no way to tell where one ended and the other began.

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