Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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She was so wet that her fingers slid effortlessly, and she used that slickness to her advantage, alternating between circling and pressing, between light touches and firmer ones, learning what her body craved.
 
"Ravi," she moaned, louder this time, his name becoming a chant, a rhythm that matched the movement of her fingers. "Ravi, yes, please, Ravi, "
 
In her mind, it was him touching her. His fingers between her thighs, learning her responses, finding her rhythm.
 
She imagined him kneeling before her in the shower, water cascading over both of them, his strong hands gripping her hips to hold her steady while his fingers worked their magic.
 
She pictured the intensity in his eyes as he watched her face, learning what made her gasp, what made her moan, what made her body shake.
 
Would he use just his fingers, or would he use his mouth too? The thought made her fingers move faster.
 
Would he lean in and taste her, his tongue replacing his fingers, licking and sucking while she fell apart above him? The image was so vivid, so intense, that she added more pressure, her fingers moving urgently now.
 
Her other hand left her breast and moved down to join the first, giving her more options, more ways to pleasure herself.
 
One hand focused on that sensitive bundle of nerves, circling and pressing, while the other moved lower. She slid two fingers inside herself this time, deeper, and felt her body clench around them gratefully.
 
She began to move both hands in rhythm,  one circling and stroking above, the other thrusting gently below.
 
The dual stimulation was almost too much, the combination of external and internal pleasure creating sensations she'd never experienced before.
 
She curled her fingers inside herself, searching, and when she found a spot that made her cry out, she pressed against it repeatedly.
 
"Oh God, yes, Ravi, just like that, " she gasped, lost in her fantasy, in the sensation, in the overwhelming pleasure building in her core.
 
In her mind, those were his fingers inside her, his thumb on her most sensitive spot, his mouth on her neck whispering encouragement, telling her to let go, telling her he wanted to watch her come apart.
 
Her hips began to move on their own, rocking against her hands, seeking more friction, more depth, more pressure.

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