Adultery Priya Didi

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Priya’s saree was a deep emerald green, the color of monsoon leaves, and it dbangd across her body with an elegance that seemed almost deliberate today. The silk caught the light as she moved, shimmering with each breath. But it was what the saree revealed and concealed that made her pause.
 
Her figure was nothing short of spectacular. She had always known this in an abstract way, but today, standing here in the quiet privacy of the bathroom, she truly saw it.
 
Her shoulders were smooth and rounded, feminine without being fragile, leading down to arms that were soft yet shapely.
 
The short sleeves of her cream-colored blouse ended just above her elbows, and she could see the gentle curve of her upper arms, the way her skin glowed in the light.
 
The blouse itself was a work of art on her body. Tailored to perfection, it hugged her torso with an intimacy that suddenly felt almost indecent in its precision.
 
The neckline was modest, a simple curved cut with delicate pearl buttons running down the front, that showed only the barest hint of her collarbones, but the way the fabric stretched across her chest left little to the imagination.
 
Her breasts were full and high, straining slightly against the cream-colored fabric, the blouse cut so precisely that it accentuated every curve without revealing anything directly.
 
She could see the swell of them, the way they rose and fell with each breath, the fabric pulling taut across the generous rounds, with the faint outline of her bra visible beneath.
 
The short sleeves emphasized the softness of her arms, and there was a simple curved cut with delicate pearl buttons running down the front[b],[/b] holding the blouse closed with visible strain.
 
She turned slightly, watching how the movement affected her reflection. The blouse had a low back, dipping down to just above her waist, and she could see the smooth expanse of her skin there, the elegant line of her spine.
 
The saree's pallu was dbangd over her left shoulder, covering much of her chest and blouse, the emerald silk creating a protective layer of modesty.
 
Her waist was a study in feminine perfection, narrow, deeply curved, creating an hourglass silhouette that the saree emphasized beautifully.

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