Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Priya was no longer just imagining Ravi; she was channeling him. She was the woman from the bookstore, the woman who took what she wanted, unapologetically sexual and in control of her own needs.
 
A new orgasm began to coil deep inside her, a tension so tight, so intense, that it felt like it could snap at any moment.
 
Amit’s pace was punishing, his cock pounding into her, hitting that magical spot deep inside with every thrust. He was grunting with effort, his face a mask of concentration and ecstasy, but Priya's focus was elsewhere.
 
Her eyes locked with his, and for a moment, she saw the love there, undeniable, unwavering, the devotion that was the foundation of their life.
 
But that truth was fleeting, replaced by the aching desire to be dominated, to be consumed in a way that only Ravi had made her feel.
 
A flicker of guilt tried to rise, but it was swept away by the rising tide of lust. She was giving Amit the most passionate sex of his life, was it really so wrong that her mind was wandering?
 
She reached up and pulled his face down to hers, kissing him brutally, her teeth scbanging his lip, her tongue dueling with his.
 
It was a kiss of possession, of power, a kiss that said, You are mine tonight, body and soul, even if my mind is elsewhere. Her body was his, but her heart, her thoughts, were still caught in the fantasy of Ravi.
 
Amit broke the kiss, his head thrown back as a guttural groan tore from his throat.
 
His rhythm increased, desperate now, each thrust deeper, more forceful, until finally, he drove into her one last time, his body shuddering as he found his release.
 
The feeling of his hot seed pulsing inside her was the final trigger.
 
It was a jarring, overwhelming sensation, but it didn’t feel like the end. It felt like a transition, like there was something more, something she was still chasing.
 
Her second orgasm exploded through her, a violent, all-consuming fire that burned away every thought, every sensation.
 
She screamed Ravi’s name, but in the secret confines of her mind, she was screaming Ravi’s. It was raw. It was primal. And it was everything she hadn’t allowed herself to feel until now.
 
They collapsed together, a tangled, sweaty heap of limbs.
 
The room fell silent, the only sound their slowing heartbeats and the distant hum of the city outside.
 
Amit’s weight was a comforting pressure on top of her, his body still joined with hers in the aftermath, but Priya wasn’t fully present.
 
She was still floating in the haze of her own desires, the guilt a fleeting shadow in the back of her mind.
 
For a long time, neither of them spoke.
 
Priya stared at the ceiling, her body humming with a profound and deeply satisfying exhaustion.
 
The moonlight had shifted, now illuminating the foot of the bed. The silver stripe on the wall was gone, replaced by a new reality.
 
Her body was still trembling, but her mind was lost in the haze of the memory of Ravi.
 
The hunger for him was still there, hidden beneath the surface, threatening to rise again.

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