Encouraged by her response, I dipped my tongue into her navel, swirling it around the shallow indentation. The sound of her sharp intake of breath was music to my ears, and I knew I had found a spot that made her quiver with pleasure. Priya's hands clenched the bedsheets, her nails digging into the fabric as she tried to control herself.
Moving down further, my hand found its way to the warm, wet heat between her legs. I could feel her desire, pulsating and demanding. She spread her legs wider, giving me full access to her slick folds. I teased her gently, sliding one finger along her slit and feeling the softness of her skin. Her wetness was a siren's call, beckoning me to explore deeper.
