Adultery Priya Didi

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Ravi leaned forward, bringing his face close to her body, and immediately felt the warmth radiating from her skin.
 
The scent of her was stronger here, jasmine, yes, but also something warm and feminine and utterly intoxicating.
 
The first hook waited just inches from his face.
 
Ravi tilted his head slightly, studying the small piece of metal, planning his approach.
 
Then he moved forward, his lips brushing against the fabric covering her chest as he brought his teeth to the hook.
 
The thin fabric teasing him as much as it protected her.
 
The scent of her hair, the warmth of her skin, the subtle, intoxicating sweetness of her presence hit him in waves, dizzying, tender, thrilling.
 
The moment his face made contact with her, Priya gasped.
 
Priya’s hand lifted gently, brushing a strand of hair from her face, letting her chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm, her body encouraging him, testing him, tempting him.
 
She tilted slightly, giving him just a glimpse of her skin beneath the blouse, just enough to make him achingly aware of every inch of her, every curve, every warmth.
 
The touch was unavoidable, his cheek pressed against the soft swell of her right breast, his chin grazing the upper curve of her left.
 
Even through the fabric of the blouse and her bra, he could feel the incredible softness of her, the warmth, the way she yielded to the pressure of his face.
 
“Oh,” she breathed, her hands instinctively coming up to steady herself on his shoulders.
 
Ravi froze for a moment, overwhelmed by the sensation.
 
She was so soft, impossibly soft, her breasts full and warm against his face.
 
The fabric was thin enough that he could feel the shape of her, feel the gentle give of her flesh.
 
Ravi’s lips pressed against the fabric, tasting the softness of her, feeling the gentle resistance of the hook beneath his mouth.