Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

 
He lifted them slightly, marveling at the weight, the perfect shape, letting the breasts settle back against her chest with a mesmerising, gentle bounce, and feeling the soft curves respond to every movement of his hands.
 
Finally, his thumbs brushed across her nipples.
 
Priya cried out softly, archingly pressing her breasts into his hands, a shiver racing down her spine.
 
The sensation was intense, overwhelming, exquisite.
 
Her nipples were peaks of pale pink, hardened and sensitive, rising proudly beneath his attention.
 
When he circled them slowly, teasingly, heat surged through her entire body, spreading from chest to core, flooding her with desire.
 
"Yes… oh God… yes… just like that…" she gasped, voice low, breath trembling, eyes half-lidded with abandon.
 
Ravi watched her face as he touched her, drinking in every expression, every gasp, every tremor that ran through her body.
 
To see her respond, knowing he was giving her this pleasure, was intoxicating, empowering, and deeply arousing.
 
Her nipples were perfect, small, delicate peaks of darker pink, rising from slightly larger areolas, proportioned flawlessly to her generous breasts.
 
Under his touch, they hardened further, becoming tight little buds that seemed to plead for more attention.
 
His fingers found them, gently pinching, rolling between thumb and forefinger, teasing, worshiping.
 
They were soft yet firm, responsive, alive, tightening under his ministrations.
 
Priya moaned, head falling back, hands gripping his wrists for support, body trembling with need and pleasure.
 
The sensation was exquisite, almost unbearable, each gentle pinch, each deliberate roll of his fingers sending shocks of pleasure straight to her core, making her inner muscles clench, pulse, ache with need.
 
The bedroom, bathed in golden morning light, seemed to shrink to just them, their bodies, their breath, their shared, intimate rhythm, a universe suspended in time, alive with touch and sensation.
 
"Ravi," she breathed, her voice trembling, a soft plea laden with need.
 
"Please… I need… I need more…"
 
He understood.
 
He had read the hunger in her eyes, the slight quiver in her lips, the way her body subtly arched toward him, inviting him.