Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Priya cupped them in her soapy hands, and a moan escaped her lips that was louder than she intended, echoing off the tile walls.
 
The slickness of the soap, the warmth of the water, the sensitivity of her flesh, it was almost too much sensation to bear.
 
She lifted them slightly, feeling their weight, then let her palms slide over the full rounds, soap making the movement effortless, sensuous, deliberately provocative even though she was alone.
 
Her hands knew what they wanted to do now, and there was no point in denying it. She let her fingers play over her breasts, exploring, squeezing, kneading the full flesh with increasing pressure.
 
Her palms ran over her nipples, and the soap made the friction both less and more, less resistance but more sensation, the slickness allowing her to move in ways that dry skin wouldn't permit.
 
She took her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, pinching gently at first, then harder, rolling them, pulling them, watching through the steam and water as they elongated under her touch, darkening even further, becoming almost painfully sensitive.
 
Each pinch, each roll, each pull sent lightning bolts of pleasure shooting straight down to her core, making her thighs clench, making her breath come in short gasps.
 
"Ravi," she whispered, and this time it wasn't accidental. This time it was deliberate, an invocation, calling him into this space with her even though he was miles away.
 
She pictured his hands replacing hers, his larger, stronger hands cupping her breasts, his rough fingers on her nipples, his mouth, oh God, his mouth, closing over one hard peak while his hand worked the other.
 
The image was so vivid she could almost feel it, could almost feel the heat of his breath on her wet skin, the scbang of his teeth, the suction of his lips.
 
She squeezed her breasts harder, imagining it was him, imagining the hunger in his eyes as he finally got to see and touch what he had clearly been thinking about.
 
Her hands slid down from her breasts, soap trailing behind them, leaving paths of foam on her skin that the water immediately began washing away.
 
She soaped her stomach, her sides, working her way around to her back, reaching as far as she could, feeling the dip of her spine, the swell of her hips.

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