Adultery Priya Didi

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Finally, Ravi slipped gently into her mouth, the kiss deepening as their lips and tongues danced in quiet harmony.
 
Priya felt herself melt into the contact, the slow, tender exploration filling her with warmth and longing, every movement of his tongue a conversation without words. His hands rested lightly on her waist, grounding her, letting her feel his presence, steady and warm.
 
She returned the kiss fully, matching him in rhythm and intention, letting herself feel the softness, the warmth, the careful insistence of him.
 
Each motion was measured, deliberate, yet passionate, building on the months of silent yearning and stolen moments they had shared.
 
Their tongues met again slowly, curious, exploring the intimate landscape of each other’s mouths, a dance of sensation that was as much about trust as it was desire.
 
Priya felt heat bloom low in her belly, rising in waves, every nerve humming as he moved with deliberate care, tasting, teasing, but never rushing.
 
Her hands rose instinctively, framing his face, feeling the texture of his skin, the subtle warmth radiating through him, grounding her in the intensity of the kiss.
 
Ravi’s mind slowed, focused entirely on her, the curve of her lips, the gentle pressure she gave in response, the subtle pull when she deepened the kiss. Every nuance of her mouth, every sigh against his lips, every tremor that ran through her body, spoke to him.
 
He could feel her willingness, the quiet surrender, the trust, and it made his own desire ripple and strengthen without need for words.
 
They moved together as though the world had vanished, the kitchen, the dough, the plates, all irrelevant to the slow, consuming intimacy of that kiss.
 
Breath mingled, hearts beating in tandem, lips pressing, tongues exploring, bodies leaning into each other with a gravity that had been quietly building for months.
 
Priya felt the strength of him, the steady insistence, the warmth of his mouth and the careful attentiveness that said without words, “I am here, I am yours, only yours.”
 
Ravi felt the softness of her lips, the subtle give and take, the way she responded to his every motion with an exquisite combination of surrender and guidance.
 
He had kissed her before, yes, but never with the clarity of mutual desire, never with the knowledge that every movement was fully, completely welcomed.