Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

 
The moment his lips closed around the sensitive peak, Priya cried out, her hands tightening in his hair, holding him against her as if she could fuse herself to him through the touch.
 
"Yes! Oh God, yes!"
 
Ravi’s tongue circled her nipple slowly, tasting her, exploring her, worshiping her.
 
Warm, faintly salty, utterly intoxicating, the taste of her made him groan softly, vibrating against the soft flesh of her breast.
 
He sucked gently, drawing her deeper into his mouth, tongue teasing, circling, flicking, savoring every responsive twitch.
 
Her breast filled his mouth, soft and heavy, yielding to the gentle pressure, the suction of his lips, the weight of his attention.
 
His other hand continued to knead her left breast, fingers spreading, pressing, thumb teasing the nipple in perfect harmony with his mouth, creating a rhythm that sent shivers through her entire body.
 
He varied his technique, sometimes soft, sometimes firm, sometimes relying solely on his tongue to flick and tease, sometimes letting his teeth graze delicately over the hardened peak.
 
Each subtle change drew a different sound from Priya, gasps, moans, whimpers, a symphony of her desire that drove him to continue, to explore, to worship.
 
Priya was utterly lost in sensation.
 
The dual stimulation, mouth on one breast, hand on the other, drove her to the edge of sanity.
 
Waves of pleasure radiated from her nipples, coursing through her chest, down her spine, pooling in the heat between her legs.
 
She had never felt anything like this, never experienced such consuming, overwhelming pleasure.
 
Her body was on fire, alive, every nerve ending singing with need.
 
After what felt like an eternity of exquisite, torturous worship, Ravi switched sides, his mouth moving to her right breast while his hand cradled the left, now wet and glistening from his attention.
 
The cool morning air hitting her sensitive, wet nipple made Priya gasp sharply, a delightful shiver cascading through her body.
 
He took the right nipple into his mouth, sucking harder this time, teeth grazing the sensitive peak with deliberate, precise care, his other hand kneading and occasionally pinching the wet, responsive flesh.