Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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The bra cups fell away to either side, hanging loose from the straps still on her shoulders, and she was bare from the waist up except for the saree wrapped around her lower body.
 
She caught her breath at the sight.
 
Her breasts were magnificent.
 
She had never really looked at them like this, had never taken the time to truly appreciate them.
 
They were large, firm, and perfectly round, the kind of natural perfection that seemed almost impossible, yet here it was.
 
They sat high and proud on her chest, defying gravity with their fullness, maintaining their beautiful spherical shape without any support.
 
Her body was at its absolute peak, and her breasts were testament to that, full and abundant yet impossibly firm, round and perfect as if sculpted by an artist's hand, yet entirely, gloriously natural.
 
Her nipples were dark brown, large and prominent, centered on equally dark areolas that were the size of small coins. They were hard now, standing up proudly, evidence of her arousal, of the cool air on her heated skin, of the thoughts running through her mind.
 
She cupped her bare breasts in her hands, and the sensation was completely different from touching them through the bra.
 
Now she could feel everything, the silky softness of her skin, the firmness of the flesh beneath, the hard points of her nipples pressing into her palms.
 
She squeezed gently, then harder, watching in the mirror as her flesh dimpled under her fingers, as her breasts changed shape with her touch.
 
They were so sensitive. Every touch sent shivers through her body, made her breathing quicken, made heat pool between her thighs.
 
She ran her thumbs over her nipples, flicking the hard buds gently, and gasped at the jolt of pleasure that shot straight down to her core.
 
"Ravi would love these," she whispered, and the certainty of it made her bold.
 
She lifted her breasts, offering them to her reflection as she might offer them to a lover. She imagined Ravi's face as she did this, his eyes darkening with desire, his lips parting, his hands reaching out to accept what she was offering.
 
She imagined him cupping her breasts as she was doing now, learning their weight, their texture, their responsiveness.
 
She imagined his mouth on her nipples, and the thought made her moan softly.

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