Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

 
“She’s taking her time… and I don’t want it any other way,” he thought. “I want every second, every movement, every tease.”
 
Priya leaned in slightly, brushing her lips close to his ear.
 
“Relax,” she whispered. “Let me do this. Let me touch you… tease you… feel you.”
 
Her fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt, slow, careful, deliberate.
 
Each button released made his chest more exposed, more vulnerable, more inviting, and every inch revealed made his pulse thrum harder.
 
The fabric slid from his shoulders, her hands brushing lightly against his skin, lingering over the warmth of his chest and shoulders.
 
Ravi’s hands moved slightly, tentatively, over hers, letting her guide him, letting her take the lead.
 
Her touch was confident, teasing, playful, and yet filled with longing and warmth, a reminder of the closeness they had already built.
 
She tugged the shirt gently over his head, letting it slip to the floor.
 
He stood bare-chested before her, every muscle, every line, every subtle movement visible in the soft morning light, yet the moment was not about display—it was about intimacy, desire, and playful trust.
 
Priya’s eyes roamed over him slowly, deliberately, teasing, appreciative.
 
She reached up to brush a strand of hair from his forehead, fingers trailing down his jawline, letting her hands linger over his shoulders, the warmth of her touch making him ache with desire.
 
“You’re… beautiful,” she whispered softly, voice low and intimate. “Every part of you… every inch… mine to see today.”
 
Ravi’s breath caught in his throat.
 
“You… you make me feel… like I’ve waited my whole life for this, Didi,” he murmured, voice rough with longing. “Every second… every touch… you’re perfect.”
 
Priya laughed softly, low and teasing, and reached up to press a finger lightly against his lips.