Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

 
His hips anchored, feeling the slick tightness around him, the warmth pulling at him, his pulse racing.
 
"No," she gasped.
 
"Not too much. Just… so full. So big. I can feel every inch of you."
 
“He’s overwhelming… perfect… filling me… stretching me… I want more… give me all of him… yes… yes…” arching instinctively, her breath hitching, her thighs trembling, every nerve alive with sensation.
 
He pushed forward again, sliding deeper, and Priya's head fell back, a low moan escaping her lips.
 
“Oh… every inch… he’s mine… I feel him… I’m full… it’s incredible… so much…” hands gripping his shoulders tighter, back arching into him, pulse racing, core on fire.
 
The sensation was exquisite, the slow glide of his hardness into her body, the stretch of her inner walls accommodating his size, the feeling of being filled more completely than she'd ever imagined possible.
 
“I’ve never felt like this… so full… so claimed… every nerve alive… every breath shivering… yes…” Priya thought, her hands trembling on his skin, every micro-shiver of her body feeding the pleasure between them.
 
Ravi watched her face intently, reading every expression, every flicker of pleasure or discomfort.
 
“She’s amazing… so strong… and yet so responsive… I have to go slow… careful… perfect… every inch,” pressing the warmth of his chest against hers, feeling her pulse, the tremble of muscles clenching and releasing around him.
 
He could see the slight tension around her eyes, the way her brow furrowed as her body adjusted to his size.
 
“She’s stretching… adjusting… taking me perfectly… I have to keep listening, watching, feeling… she’s so incredible,” he thought.
 
"You're doing so well," he murmured, pressing kisses to her face, her forehead, her cheeks, her lips.
 
"Taking me so well, Didi. You feel incredible. So tight, so perfect around me."
 
“She’s amazing… I can feel every part of her… she’s mine… every inch responds to me…”
 
The praise seemed to help.
 
Priya's body relaxed slightly, her inner muscles releasing some of their tension, allowing him to slide deeper.
 
“Yes… that’s it… relax… feel him… take him… yes… I can… I want… I’m his…” her back arching, pulse racing, every micro-shiver amplifying the warmth surrounding him.