Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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She ground her hips against his, feeling the hard length of his erection straining against his pajama bottoms. The friction was exquisite, sending waves of pleasure through her that made her head spin. She was slick with desire, her body ready, but her mind was lost in the fantasy of Ravi.
 
She imagined it was Ravi’s hands on her breasts, Ravi’s body beneath hers, Ravi’s cock pressing against her. The thought made her moan, a low, guttural sound of pure need.
 
She wanted more. She wanted everything.
 
She slid down his body, her lips and tongue leaving a wet trail on his chest. She could feel his heart hammering against his ribs, a frantic rhythm that matched her own.
 
She paused to flick her tongue over one of his nipples, feeling it pebble beneath her touch. He gasped, his hands fisting in the sheets, his body responding to the rawness of her actions.
 
She continued her downward journey, her movements purposeful, full of desire, but every action was a twisted blend of passion and rebellion.
 
She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his pajamas and looked up to him just a second to tease him.
 
Finally, she pulled his pajamas down, his cock springing free, thick and hard.
 
It was Amit’s cock, the one she knew intimately, but in her mind’s eye, it belonged to Ravi. The thought was so potent, so taboo, that it made her dizzy with lust.
 
It was as if she could taste the forbidden, could almost feel the heat of Ravi’s body beneath her, urging her forward.
 
She didn’t hesitate. She wrapped her hand around the base of his hardness, feeling the heat of him already burning hot against her skin.
 
She leaned in, letting her face close to his cock, and slowly let her tongue touch the head of his cock, then she kissed it with affection and desire.
 
She was deliberate, savoring the moment as her mind scrambled to reconcile the two men inside her. This was Amit, but the fantasy, the fantasy of Ravi, was consuming her.
 
She slowly took his hard cock into her mouth, her lips sliding down his shaft. She wasn’t gentle. She was voracious.
 
Her movements were controlled but driven by something she couldn’t name.
 
She took him deep, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting the salty bead of pre-come, and in her mind, she imagined Ravi’s hands tangled in her hair, guiding her, his voice whispering filthy, wonderful things in her ear.
 
She sucked him with a single-minded intensity, her head bobbing, her hand working in rhythm with her mouth.
 
Amit was writhing on the bed, his hips bucking up to meet her, choked groans escaping his lips.
 
He had never experienced this side of Priya, this aggressive, almost dominant lover.
 
It was overwhelming, and it was incredible.
 
The way she moved, with such unrelenting need, sent him into a frenzy.
 
She could feel his control fraying, his body tensing as he neared his release.
 
But she wasn’t ready for him to come yet. She pulled back, leaving him gasping and panting.
 
Her own need was a burning fire, demanding to be quenched.
 
She moved back up his body, straddling his chest this time.
 
She looked down at him, at the dazed, worshipful look on his face.
 
In her fantasy, Ravi looked at her just like that.
 
"Your turn," she whispered, her voice low and husky, a quiet authority that matched the turmoil churning inside her.
 
She wasn’t sure anymore who she was doing this for, Amit, or the phantom of Ravi.
 
But it didn’t matter.
 
The need was too great, the desire too overwhelming.

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