Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Scene: Priya’s Bedroom - Lost in Between

 
The shift of her weight was a silent command, a nonverbal plea that required no words.
 
As she moved forward, the soft light of the room caught the glistening evidence of her arousal, a testament to the desire that had been building between them.
 
Every movement, every breath felt heavy with need.
 
She positioned herself directly over his face, her thighs bracketing his head, her scent a potent, intoxicating perfume that filled his senses. The room seemed to close in around them, the air thick with anticipation and heat.
 
Amit’s response was immediate and primal. A low groan rumbled in his chest as his hands, strong and sure, found her hips.
 
His fingers dug into the soft flesh, not roughly, but with a possessive urgency that sent a thrill through her.
 
He pulled her down, closing the final inch of distance until she was settled against his mouth.
 
The sensation was instant, overwhelming. The warmth of his mouth, the pressure of his lips, his tongue flicking against the folds of her clit, everything was heightened by the knowledge that he had her right where he wanted her.
 
The first touch of his tongue was electric. It wasn't a tentative flick but a deliberate, confident stroke against her clit.
 
The sensation was a direct jolt to her nervous system, a current of pure pleasure that made her gasp. The soft sound was like a release, an answer to a need she hadn’t fully articulated, yet was desperate to satisfy.
 
A sharp, piercing cry escaped her lips, a sound that was part surprise, part overwhelming relief. It was everything, everything she had been craving but couldn't voice.
 
Amit took her cry as encouragement. His grip tightened, his hands holding her firm as he began his work in earnest. He was a man who had always known how to touch her, but now, there was something more to it.
 
Something urgent. Something almost desperate.
 
He started with broad, flat strokes, his tongue laving her entire sex, tasting her essence.
 
It was a slow, worshipful exploration that built the heat within her core, setting fire to her veins.
 
His tongue glided over her sensitive folds of her pussy, pulling and coaxing at her as though savoring every inch of her.

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