Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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He needed no further invitation.
 
He positioned himself at her entrance of her pussy, the head of his cock teasing her slick, swollen folds.
 
He pushed inside her, a slow, deliberate glide that filled her completely.
 
There was no hesitation. She was so wet, so ready, that he sank in to the hilt without any resistance, and a deep, low moan escaped her lips.
 
The sensation of fullness was familiar, but tonight it felt different, tonight, it was tainted with something darker, something forbidden.
 
As he began to move, she closed her eyes, her mind slipping into the fantasy. She gave herself over to the illusion, even if it wasn’t Amit.
 
It was Ravi’s cock inside her, Ravi’s body moving against hers, Ravi’s breath hot on her neck.
 
The thought twisted in her chest, and a fresh wave of arousal surged through her.
 
It wasn’t just the physicality of the act anymore; it was the fantasy that fueled it, the illicit, burning desire she could no longer suppress.
 
The thought was a catalyst. The sudden aggression returned, stronger than before, and Priya felt the power surge through her veins like electricity.
 
"Harder," she whispered, her voice a raw, urgent plea. "Don't hold back, Amit. Give me everything you have."
 
There was a fire in her now, a need to feel something deeper, something more consuming. She wanted to feel in control of this moment, even if the control was nothing more than an illusion.
 
Amit’s control snapped. The gentle, loving husband was gone, replaced by a primal, lust-driven animal.
 
He grabbed her legs, hooking them over his shoulders, opening her up to him completely.
 
The new angle allowed him to go deeper, and he began to thrust, his movements powerful and relentless.
 
The bed creaked beneath them, the sound of their bodies colliding growing louder as Amit lost himself to the rhythm.
 
The room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, the rhythmic slap of skin against skin, their harsh, panting breaths, the creak of the bedframe protesting the force of their coupling.
 
It was a symphony of raw, unbridled passion, and Priya was at the center of it, her body a willing vessel, eager for whatever this wild, reckless moment would bring.
 
Priya met him thrust for thrust, her hips rising to meet his, her body an eager, open channel for his desire. Her hands were everywhere, clawing at his back, gripping his ass, pulling him deeper, harder, faster. 

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