Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

 
Ravi's fingers slipped lower, finding her opening again.
 
This time, he didn't just circle, he pushed inside, one finger sliding into her wet heat.
 
“Oh… yes… she’s so tight… so warm… perfect… mine,” he was feeling her walls clamp around him, each small contraction igniting a wave of heat in his chest.
 
Priya gasped, her inner walls clamping down on him immediately.
 
“So full… so hot… he fits… I can feel him… I need more,” she could feel him,  arching instinctively, pressing her thighs together to feel every inch of him, her breath hitching, her hands tightening in response.
 
She was so tight, so hot, so wet around his finger.
 
"So beautiful," Ravi murmured against her lips.
 
"You feel so beautiful, Didi." “Every part of her… every tremble… every gasp… it’s all mine… she belongs to me like this,” feeling her pulse, the slick heat surrounding his finger, the way her body trembled under his touch.
 
He began to move his finger in and out slowly, exploring her passage, feeling the slick walls, the way she clenched around him with each thrust.
 
“Yes… just like that… I can feel her tightening around me… every motion perfect… oh God… yes,” he moved, pressing gently, feeling her warmth mold around him.
 
After a moment, he added a second finger, stretching her slightly, and Priya moaned at the fuller sensation.
 
“Oh… more… I need more… feel him… feel him inside me… yes,” her hips instinctively shifting, pressing into his hand, riding the pleasure he gave.
 
"Does it feel good?" he asked softly, watching her face, reading every expression.
 
“Yes… every inch… I feel everything… he knows me… he knows exactly how to touch me,” she thought.
 
"Yes," she breathed.
 
"Yes, Ravi, it feels… oh God..." “I can’t stop… don’t stop… more… need more… I’m burning inside… he’s mine,” she thought, every nerve alive, every breath shallow and trembling, every micro-movement of her body a response to his touch.
 
His thumb found her clitoris again, circling in time with the thrusts of his fingers, and Priya's hips began to move, riding his hand, seeking more pressure, more friction.