Adultery Priya Didi

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The spray hit the upper curves of her breasts first, warm and insistent, the pressure creating a sensation that was both soothing and stimulating.
 
She looked down through the cascading water and watched, mesmerized, as streams ran over the full rounds of her breasts, dividing and reforming as they encountered the obstacles of her body.
 
Some droplets clung to her skin, held there by surface tension for a moment before being swept away by the next wave.
 
The water flowed over her nipples with a pressure that made her gasp.
 
They were already hard from the cool air, but now, with the warm water pulsing against them with rhythmic insistence, they became almost painfully sensitive, standing out prominently, aching for touch.
 
Each drop that hit them sent a jolt of sensation straight down through her core, creating a direct line of feeling from her breasts to the heat building between her thighs.
 
She shifted slightly, adjusting the angle, and felt the showerhead's spray concentrate more directly on her left breast.
 
The increased pressure made her bite her lip, her hand unconsciously moving to her other breast, cupping it, feeling its weight as the water continued its assault on the first.
 
The contrast was exquisite, one breast receiving the full attention of the water, the other cradled in her own warm palm.
 
She switched positions, letting the water focus on her right breast now, and her left hand moved to the breast that had just been under the spray, feeling how hot the skin was, how sensitized, how her nipple was hard as a pebble beneath her exploring fingers.
 
The water continued its downward journey, streams running down the valley between her breasts, that perfect channel that she knew men's eyes always seemed drawn to.
 
She watched the water flow there, gathering speed as it ran down over her ribcage, her stomach, following the gentle curve of her belly.
 
Some of the water ran down her sides, tickling as it traced the curve from ribcage to waist, then continuing over the swell of her hips.
 
Other streams ran more centrally, down over her navel, pooling there for just a moment before overflowing and continuing downward to where she was most sensitive, most aware, most achingly in need of touch.

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