Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Wednesday Morning — Part Eighteen: Priya Didi’s Petticoat


 
Now his torso was bare, lean, defined without being overly muscular, skin warm under her touch, smooth over the lines of muscle that flexed gently beneath.
 
Priya’s hands moved instinctively, exploring him, sliding over his chest, feeling the sparse, fine hair along the line of his sternum, tracing the firmness beneath her fingers.
 
Every touch sent shivers through both their bodies, electricity crackling in the air.
 
Her fingers traveled lower, mapping the subtle definition of his abs, marveling at the way his muscles shifted beneath her palm.
 
Her hands lingered, sliding down toward his waistband, teasingly brushing over the barrier that would soon fall.
 
The anticipation of what lay beneath sent heat rushing through her veins.
 
Her eyes met his, dark and heavy-lidded, and a teasing smile curved her lips, the same challenging look she had worn when she had asked him to remove her blouse with his mouth.
 
"You did so well with my blouse and bra," she murmured, voice low and sultry, a note of playful pride in it.
 
"So careful… so patient…"
 
Her hand drifted down to the drawstring of her petticoat, fingers tracing the simple knot holding it in place.
 
"I wonder," she continued, letting the words stretch slowly, "if you could do the same with this…"
 
Ravi’s eyes widened slightly, following her hand to the drawstring.
 
The moment sank in, and his body responded immediately, heart hammering, pulse rising.
 
"Without your hands, Ravi," she whispered, voice husky with desire, eyes gleaming with mischief.
 
"Use only your mouth.
 
You know the rules.
 
Show me how much you want to see the rest of me."
 
For a long moment, he simply stared, mind racing.
 
The drawstring was tied in a simple bow at the front, sitting just above her hips.
 
To undo it with only his mouth, kneeling before her, pressing his face against her lower stomach, was a challenge both intimate and electrifyingly erotic.