Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Priya could almost feel the difference in the texture of his hair, the shape of his jaw pressing against her. It was Ravi’s mouth she imagined, his lips, his tongue, performing these same devastating acts.
 
The fantasy was so real, so detailed, that it felt like a memory, so sharp, so clear, that it made her shiver with need.
 
She pictured the way Ravi would look up at her, his eyes burning with a possessive fire as he tasted her. The thought of it, the forbidden, illicit nature of it, was like pouring gasoline on the fire already raging inside her.
 
The guilt was there, lurking at the edge of her thoughts, a faint flicker, but it was utterly consumed by the raw power of her desire. Ravi was consuming her thoughts, becoming the center of her universe.
 
This mental image was the catalyst.
 
The pleasure, which had been building steadily, now surged forward with terrifying speed. The familiar tightening in her belly began, a coil of tension winding tighter and tighter, promising an explosive release.
 
Her breath hitched in her throat, her body tensing as she teetered on the very precipice of oblivion. The fantasy of Ravi pushed her right over the edge.
 
The orgasm that crashed through her was not a gentle wave, but a tidal wave, a seismic event that shattered her into a million pieces.
 
It started deep in her core, building with intensity until it exploded outward with violent force.
 
A long, drawn-out scream tore from her throat, a sound of pure, unadulterated release that was raw and animalistic.
 
Her back arched into a painful bow, lifting her away from his mouth as her body convulsed, seized by spasms of pleasure so intense they bordered on pain.
 
Her fingers, which had been resting on the headboard, dug into the wood, her knuckles turning white as she anchored herself against the overwhelming sensation.
 
The pleasure was a blinding, shuddering force, and she was completely at its mercy.
 
It was the most powerful orgasm she had ever had, a cataclysmic release fueled entirely by the illicit, burning fire of her fantasy.
 
It left her breathless, trembling, and utterly spent in its wake. For a moment, there was nothing but the echoes of her own shuddering body, the soft thrum of her heartbeat as she tried to gather herself.
 
But even as she regained her composure, Ravi’s presence still lingered, like the shadow of a fire that refused to die.

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