Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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She turned, letting the water hit her back directly, and gasped at the sensation.
 
The pressure of the spray on her spine, on her shoulders, on the small of her back, it was like a massage, like strong hands working out tension she hadn't known she was carrying.
 
She arched slightly, pushing her bottom back into the spray, and felt the water hit the full curves there with surprising force.
 
She ran her soapy hands over her hips, feeling the generous width of them, then back to cup her bottom, squeezing the full flesh, feeling how it yielded and bounced back.
 
She imagined Ravi's hands here, gripping her hips, pulling her back against him, his body hard and insistent against her softness.
 
The thought made her throb with need.
 
She turned back to face the showerhead, the water now hitting her full in the face and chest again, and knew she couldn't delay any longer.
 
Her body was demanding something, screaming for release, for touch, for satisfaction that only she could provide right now.
 
One hand moved back to her breast, cupping and squeezing, maintaining that connection, that stimulation. The other hand slid down over her stomach, moving with purpose now, with clear intent.
 
She could feel her own heat even through the warm water, could feel how swollen she was, how wet with something that had nothing to do with the shower.
 
She traced the edge first, teasing herself, her fingers running through the dark triangle of hair, then along the crease where her thigh met her body.
 
She was prolonging the moment, building the anticipation, even though her body was practically screaming for direct touch.
 
And then, finally, her fingers found what they were seeking. The warm wet spot. She gasped at the first touch, her head falling back, water streaming over her face.
 
She was incredibly sensitive, every nerve ending firing, and even the lightest touch sent shockwaves through her body.
 
She was swollen, slick with her own arousal, and the realization of how much her body wanted this, wanted him, made her moan softly.
 
She explored gently at first, relearning her own geography, her fingers sliding through her wetness, discovering how ready she was, how desperate.

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