Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Would he lick them gently, teasingly?
Or would he suck hard, pulling them deep into his mouth?
Would he bite gently, making her gasp and arch into him?
Would he use his tongue to circle the areolas, making her squirm with need?
 
Her hands moved across her breasts, exploring, caressing, trying to imagine his touch. She squeezed and released, lifted and let fall, traced her fingers across the upper curves and the undersides, learning every inch of her own body as he might learn it.
 
She pinched her nipples between thumb and forefinger, pulling gently, then harder, and watched in the mirror as they elongated under her touch.
 
The sensation was almost too intense, pleasure bordering on pain, sending lightning bolts of feeling through her entire body.
 
She could feel herself getting wetter, could feel the response between her legs to what she was doing to her breasts.
 
Everything was connected. Touch her nipples, and she felt it in her core. Squeeze her breasts, and her thighs clenched together instinctively. Her body was a network of sensation, and she was only just beginning to map it.
 
She let the bra fall completely from her shoulders, and it dropped to the floor at her feet. Now there was nothing on her upper body except skin, smooth, warm, flushed skin that seemed to glow in the bathroom light.
 
She turned to see her profile again, looking at the shape of her breasts from the side, the way they projected forward, the perfect roundness of them, the proud point of her nipples.
 
From this angle, she could see her entire torso, the full, perfect breasts, the narrow waist, the beginning of the curve of her hips where the saree wrapped around her.
 
She looked like an ancient sculpture, like the temple carvings she had seen of apsaras and goddesses, with their full breasts and generous hips and tiny waists.
 
She looked like a woman made for pleasure.
 
Made to be worshipped. Made to be desired. Made to be touched.
 
And Ravi, Ravi would want to do all of those things. She knew it with a certainty that came from the way he looked at her, the way his breath caught when she came near, the way his hands clenched at his sides as if fighting the urge to reach out.

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