Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

 

Lower still, until her fingers brushed against his arousal.
 
He was half-hard now, growing firmer with each passing moment, and Priya wrapped her fingers around him gently, feeling him pulse and throb in her hand.
 
“He’s already responding… it’s like he’s made for me… feel him… feel him grow… yes,” her palm sliding over the smooth skin, the warmth, the hardness, the subtle twitch of desire.
 
"Mmm," Ravi groaned against her neck.
 
"Your hand feels so good, Didi." “She knows… she knows exactly how to touch me… every stroke sends fire through me,” his hips pressing involuntarily into her hand, seeking more friction, more connection.
 
Priya stroked him slowly, learning the feel of him in her palm, the smooth skin sliding over the hardness beneath, the heat, the way he grew firmer and longer with her touch.
 
“Every motion… every pulse… I can feel it all… I’m learning him, memorizing him… and I love it,” her thumb tracing over the ridge, the sensitive spot on the underside, adjusting her strokes with careful, intimate knowledge.
 
When she found a bead of moisture at the tip, she circled it with her thumb, spreading it, using it to make her strokes smoother.
 
“Yes… just like that… I can feel him respond… it’s working… it’s perfect,” Priya thought, her fingers wrapping more confidently around him, her touch a mixture of tenderness and desire.
 
Ravi's hips moved involuntarily, pressing into her hand, seeking more friction, more pressure.
 
“I can’t hold back… I need her… need to feel her against me,” his hand sliding from her bottom to slide between her thighs, seeking her heat, her wetness.
 
When his fingers found her intimate flesh, both of them gasped.
 
“She’s already responding… wet for me… just like I knew she would… I want all of her,” sliding his fingers along her slit, feeling the slick warmth, the soft yielding of her skin under his touch.
 
She was already wet again, her body responding to his touch, to their kisses, to the anticipation of what was to come.
 
“Every inch of me is alive… every nerve sings when he touches me… oh, yes… don’t stop,” Priya, arching toward him, her fingers tightening around him as if she could draw him closer.