Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

 
Ravi lowered his head, his face directly above her covered mound, and his teeth found the front center of her panties.
 
This time when he bit down and pulled, Priya felt the fabric drag directly across her most sensitive flesh, the friction against her clitoris making her gasp and arch.
 
"Oh God," she breathed, her hands flying to his hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands.
 
Ravi pulled steadily, and the panties began to slide down, over her mound, revealing the dark curls there, then lower, exposing more and more of her intimate flesh.
 
The fabric caught slightly on her arousal, the wetness making it cling, but Ravi was relentless, using his teeth and the movement of his head to work the panties lower.
 
Finally, the front of her panties cleared her mound completely, sliding down to join the sides at mid-thigh as her legs were spread.
 
Priya was exposed now, her most intimate area revealed to his hungry gaze.
 
She felt a moment of vulnerability, of shyness, and started to close her legs.
 
Then the gravity worked its magic and the white cotton pooled around her ankles, a simple garment now abandoned, her body laid bare before him.
 
"No," Ravi said firmly, releasing the panties from his teeth to speak.
 
"Don't hide from me, Didi. You're beautiful. Every part of you is beautiful. Let me see you completely, Didi. Please…"
 
Slowly, Priya let her legs open again, exposing herself fully to his view.
 
Ravi's breath left him in a rush, his eyes fixed on her intimate flesh, the soft, dark curls, the pink folds glistening with evidence of her arousal, the small, swollen bud of her clitoris just visible at the apex of her slit.
 
Ravi remained kneeling for a heartbeat, taking in the sight of her, the full curves of her hips, the soft, rounded swell of her bottom, the gentle slope of her thighs, and the narrowness of her waist.
 
The skin was impossibly soft, warm, and alive beneath his gaze.
 
His hands, though restrained, itched to explore, but he held back, honoring the rule she had set, letting his mouth continue its reverent worship.
 
"Perfect," he breathed.
 
"Absolutely perfect."
 
Priya’s breathing was ragged, body trembling, hands brushing at her sides, fingers grazing the bare skin as if to measure the intensity of what had just occurred.
 
Her eyes met his, dark with desire, trust, and need.
 
“Ravi…” she whispered, voice soft and urgent, “you… you’ve seen everything… now… I… I want… I need…”
 
 

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