Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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She traced the outer folds first, feeling how soft and plump they were, sensitized by arousal and anticipation. Every touch made her hips shift involuntarily, seeking more contact, more pressure.
 
Her fingers moved inward, parting her folds, and she felt the shock of touching herself so intimately, so deliberately.
 
She had never done this before, not like this, not with such focused intent, not while imagining a man's face, his hands, his body. The newness of it, the transgression of it, only heightened the sensation.
 
She found her entrance first, circling it with gentle fingers, feeling how her body responded, how it seemed to pulse and contract with need.
 
She dipped one finger inside slightly, just to the first knuckle, and gasped at the heat, the tightness, the way her inner muscles clenched around even that small intrusion.
 
She imagined it was Ravi's finger instead of her own, imagined him exploring her this way, learning her body, discovering how wet she was for him.
 
But it was higher that she needed to touch most desperately. Her fingers moved upward, sliding through her slickness, until she found that small bundle of nerves that made her entire body jerk when she touched it.
 
Even the lightest brush sent electricity coursing through her, and she had to brace herself more firmly against the wall.
 
She began to circle it slowly, deliberately, using the pads of two fingers, applying just enough pressure to send waves of pleasure radiating outward.
 
The water continued to fall over her, adding its own stimulation, and she felt caught between multiple sensations, her own fingers below, the water above, and her body stretched between them like a bow string pulled taut.
 
Her other hand squeezed her breast in rhythm with the circles below, and she felt the two sensations start to merge, to build on each other.
 
Every squeeze of her breast seemed to amplify what she was feeling between her legs, every circle of her fingers made her nipple more sensitive under her palm.
 
Pleasure from her breast, pleasure from between her legs, both spiraling upward, intertwining, amplifying each other until she couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.
 
She increased the speed slightly, the pressure, her fingers moving in tight circles now, finding the rhythm that made her breath come in gasps.

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