Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

 
Here, the moisture was more abundant, coating his tongue, filling his mouth with her taste. Here, the flesh was softer, more tender, and his tongue had to move more carefully, more gently.
 
He traced these inner folds with the same devoted attention he'd given the outer lips, learning every curve, every ridge, every secret place that made her gasp or moan or shift her hips.
 
His tongue occasionally dipped into her opening, and each time it did, Priya's inner walls clenched involuntarily, trying to draw him deeper, trying to pull him inside.
 
But he never pushed deep, never gave her that penetration she was beginning to crave. Just shallow dips of his tongue, tasting the wetness that gathered there, teasing her with the promise of more.
 
"Ravi, please," she whimpered after several minutes of this thorough but controlled exploration. "Please, I need..."
 
His tongue returned to its exploration, moving now to areas he hadn't touched yet, the sensitive creases where her inner thighs met her body, the smooth skin just above her opening, the sides of her lips where nerve endings clustered.
 
Each new area brought new sensations, new levels of pleasure. Her body was a map he was learning, territory he was claiming with his mouth, and every touch of his tongue felt like both discovery and homecoming.
 
His hands, which had been gripping her thighs to hold her open, began to move. One hand slid up her body to find her breast, cupping the soft weight, thumb circling her nipple in time with his tongue's movements.
 
The dual stimulation made Priya moan loudly, her back arching, pressing her breast more firmly into his palm while her hips lifted toward his mouth.
 
Emboldened, Priya stopped trying to muffle her responses. She let the moans come freely, let gasps and whimpers escape whenever his tongue found a particularly sensitive spot, let her body express the pleasure she felt without restraint or shame.