Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

 
And Ravi’s tongue moved again.
 
This time, it traced slowly upward, following the line of her slit from bottom to top, a long, languorous lick that covered her entire length, tasting every inch of her intimate flesh.
 
Priya's hands fisted in his hair, a desperate sound escaping her throat as pleasure sparked and spread through her body.
 
The sensation was so different from anything she'd felt before, not the focused intensity of a touch on her clitoris, but a broader, more encompassing pleasure that made her entire center feel alive, electrified, worshipped.
 
Ravi's tongue was warm and wet and slightly rough in texture, and the contrast between that slight roughness and the smooth softness of her intimate flesh created friction that was exquisite, perfect.
 
When his tongue reached the top of her slit, just brushing against her clitoris, Priya jerked, the sensation almost too intense, and Ravi immediately backed off, his tongue moving away from that most sensitive spot.
 
True to his unspoken promise, his tongue returned to her opening and began a thorough, methodical exploration.
 
He traced her outer lips first, those soft, full folds that protected her more delicate inner flesh. His tongue followed the contours, learning their shape, their texture, the way they yielded to the pressure of his tongue.
 
The left lip first, from bottom to top, his tongue pressing firmly enough to part the flesh slightly, to feel the softness, to taste the moisture that had gathered there.
 
Then the right lip, the same careful attention, the same thorough tasting.
 
Priya could feel every movement, every press of his tongue, every shift of his position. The sensation built gradually rather than spiking suddenly, a slow, steady climb toward pleasure that made her breathing deepen, made soft sounds escape her throat with each exhale.
 
His tongue delved between her outer lips now, finding the delicate inner folds that were even more sensitive, even more responsive to his touch.