Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Her breasts, lifted and shaped by the bra, looked even fuller than they were. The lace cups created the perfect amount of cleavage, pushing her breasts together and up, creating that ideal curve that seemed designed to drive men mad.
 
The straps were delicate, sitting on her shoulders like whispers, and the band around her ribcage was snug but comfortable, with a small clasp at the center front, a front-clasp bra.
 
She turned slightly, looking at her profile, and saw how her breasts projected forward, proud and full.
 
Even in the supportive bra, they looked heavy, substantial, real. Not like the small, perky breasts she sometimes saw in magazines or movies, but like a real woman's breasts. Generous. Maternal. Sensual.
 
Would Ravi prefer breasts like hers? Or would he wish for something smaller, firmer, younger?
 
But she knew the answer. She had seen the way his eyes tracked to her chest when he thought she wasn't looking. Had seen the way his gaze lingered on the curves that even the modest cut of her blouse couldn't fully hide.
 
He liked her body exactly as it was. He wanted her exactly as she was.
 
She reached behind her and found the hooks at the back of her blouse. With practiced fingers, she undid them one by one, feeling the garment loosen completely.
 
She shrugged her shoulders, and the blouse slipped down her arms, the fabric whispering against her skin. She caught it before it fell and dbangd it carefully over the towel rack next to the pallu.
 
Now she stood in just her bra and her saree, and the difference was stark.
 
With the blouse gone, she could see the full expanse of her torso above the saree's waistline, the soft curve of her belly, the dip of her navel, her sides, the way her body curved from ribcage to waist to hips.
 
She could see the small rolls of flesh at her back where the bra band sat snugly, evidence that she was real, human, touchable.
 
She looked real. Desirable. Alive.
 
Her hands moved to her breasts again, cupping them through the bra, and this time she squeezed harder. The sensation was more intense now, with less between her hands and her skin.

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