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Adultery Priya ki Erotic Lust Ki Deewangi
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Priya darwaza band karte hi sofa pe let gayi. Uski saans abhi bhi tez thi. Dono Aslam abhi-abhi gaye the, unki baaton ka double meaning abhi bhi uske kaano mein goonj raha tha. Uski badi-badi boobs blouse ke andar se ubhar rahe the, nipples tight ho chuke the, aur saree ka pallu ek taraf sarak gaya tha, exposing uski deep navel aur creamy waist.
Woh aankhein band karke peeche chali gayi… apne shy past mein.
College ke din…
Priya 22 saal ki thi tab. Bahut hi shy, seedhi ladki. Ghar walon ne kabhi bahar zyada ghumne nahi diya. Figure tab bhi killer tha – 36D ke ubhre hue boobs jo tight salwar-kameez mein bhi chhup nahi paate the. Gaand itni juicy aur round ki peeche se koi bhi ladka nazar hata nahi paata. Par woh khud ko hamesha chhupati thi. Dupatta double lapet ke rakhti thi, phir bhi uske boobs ka cleavage thoda sa jhalak jaata toh uska chehra laal ho jaata.
Ek din college fest mein ek senior ladka (Rohit) uske paas aaya tha. Woh muscular tha, thoda badmash style ka. Dance floor pe usne Priya ka haath pakad liya aur kaha,
“Priya… teri waist toh itni patli hai, par upar aur neeche jo hai… uff… control nahi hota.”
Priya sharma ke bilkul chup ho gayi thi. Par andar se uske shareer mein aag si lag gayi thi. Ohh god… usne meri kamar pakdi… aur uski ungliyan meri skin pe… kitna garam tha uska touch. Us raat ghar jaake pehli baar usne apne boobs ko mirror mein dekha tha aur dheere se dabaya tha. Nipples ko chhune se hi uski chut geeli ho gayi thi. Par usne kabhi aage nahi badhaya. Sharm usko rok leti thi.
Phir shaadi ke baad… husband ke saath bhi woh hamesha passive rahi. Kabhi-kabhi raat mein jab husband uske upar chadhta, woh aankhein band karke enjoy karti, par kabhi khud se kuch nahi maangti. Husband ke lund ko apne haath mein lekar bhi woh sharma jaati thi. Itna mota aur garam… par main bol nahi paati ki aur zor se chahiye…
Ek baar honeymoon pe husband ne uski gaand pe thappad maara tha aur mazak mein bola tha,
“Priya, teri yeh juicy gaand toh butcher ke meat jaise hai… kitni soft aur tight.”
Us din se uske mann mein ek chhupa hua fantasy janam liya tha – strong haath wale mard jo uske shareer ko daba sakein, uske doodh jaise soft boobs ko pi sakein… par woh kabhi izhaar nahi kar paati. Shy nature usko rok deta tha.
Ab wapas present mein…
Priya sofa pe leti hui apni saree upar utha ke apni thick thighs ko sahlaane lagi. Uski chut abhi bhi geeli thi. Dono Aslam ki baatein uske purane fantasies ko jagaa rahi thi.
Aslam Shaikh… woh butcher… uske haath itne powerful. Jaise meat ko daba ke rakhta hai, waise hi meri gaand ko pakad ke… uff… soch mat Priya, sharm aa rahi hai.
Par uska mann nahi maanta tha. Aur Aslam Miyan… doodhwala… garam-garam doodh aur thick cream… meri boobs ko piye… mujhe doodh pilaaye…
Woh dheere se apne blouse ke upar se apne bade boobs ko dabati hui soch rahi thi,
“Main itni saalon se apne andar ki yeh bhook chhupa ke rakhi hai… shy rahi hoon… par aaj dono Aslam aaye hain toh lag raha hai jaise mera purana sapna sach hone wala hai.”
Usne aankhein kholi, mirror mein apni curvy reflection dekhi – bade boobs, patli kamar, moti gaand, chikni skin. Ek gehri saans li aur muskurai.
“Kal dono phir aayenge… main unke saamne aur thoda shy banungi… par andar se… unki har double meaning baat ko enjoy karungi.”
Priya ka shy past ab uske present ko aur zyada rasila bana raha tha. Woh jaanti thi – yeh sirf shuruaat hai. Uski mature, busty, curvy body ab dono Aslam ke strong haathon aur garam nazaron ke liye taiyaar ho rahi thi… dheere-dheere… bilkul uske favourite fantasy style mein.
Woh aankhein band karke peeche chali gayi… apne shy past mein.
College ke din…
Priya 22 saal ki thi tab. Bahut hi shy, seedhi ladki. Ghar walon ne kabhi bahar zyada ghumne nahi diya. Figure tab bhi killer tha – 36D ke ubhre hue boobs jo tight salwar-kameez mein bhi chhup nahi paate the. Gaand itni juicy aur round ki peeche se koi bhi ladka nazar hata nahi paata. Par woh khud ko hamesha chhupati thi. Dupatta double lapet ke rakhti thi, phir bhi uske boobs ka cleavage thoda sa jhalak jaata toh uska chehra laal ho jaata.
Ek din college fest mein ek senior ladka (Rohit) uske paas aaya tha. Woh muscular tha, thoda badmash style ka. Dance floor pe usne Priya ka haath pakad liya aur kaha,
“Priya… teri waist toh itni patli hai, par upar aur neeche jo hai… uff… control nahi hota.”
Priya sharma ke bilkul chup ho gayi thi. Par andar se uske shareer mein aag si lag gayi thi. Ohh god… usne meri kamar pakdi… aur uski ungliyan meri skin pe… kitna garam tha uska touch. Us raat ghar jaake pehli baar usne apne boobs ko mirror mein dekha tha aur dheere se dabaya tha. Nipples ko chhune se hi uski chut geeli ho gayi thi. Par usne kabhi aage nahi badhaya. Sharm usko rok leti thi.
Phir shaadi ke baad… husband ke saath bhi woh hamesha passive rahi. Kabhi-kabhi raat mein jab husband uske upar chadhta, woh aankhein band karke enjoy karti, par kabhi khud se kuch nahi maangti. Husband ke lund ko apne haath mein lekar bhi woh sharma jaati thi. Itna mota aur garam… par main bol nahi paati ki aur zor se chahiye…
Ek baar honeymoon pe husband ne uski gaand pe thappad maara tha aur mazak mein bola tha,
“Priya, teri yeh juicy gaand toh butcher ke meat jaise hai… kitni soft aur tight.”
Us din se uske mann mein ek chhupa hua fantasy janam liya tha – strong haath wale mard jo uske shareer ko daba sakein, uske doodh jaise soft boobs ko pi sakein… par woh kabhi izhaar nahi kar paati. Shy nature usko rok deta tha.
Ab wapas present mein…
Priya sofa pe leti hui apni saree upar utha ke apni thick thighs ko sahlaane lagi. Uski chut abhi bhi geeli thi. Dono Aslam ki baatein uske purane fantasies ko jagaa rahi thi.
Aslam Shaikh… woh butcher… uske haath itne powerful. Jaise meat ko daba ke rakhta hai, waise hi meri gaand ko pakad ke… uff… soch mat Priya, sharm aa rahi hai.
Par uska mann nahi maanta tha. Aur Aslam Miyan… doodhwala… garam-garam doodh aur thick cream… meri boobs ko piye… mujhe doodh pilaaye…
Woh dheere se apne blouse ke upar se apne bade boobs ko dabati hui soch rahi thi,
“Main itni saalon se apne andar ki yeh bhook chhupa ke rakhi hai… shy rahi hoon… par aaj dono Aslam aaye hain toh lag raha hai jaise mera purana sapna sach hone wala hai.”
Usne aankhein kholi, mirror mein apni curvy reflection dekhi – bade boobs, patli kamar, moti gaand, chikni skin. Ek gehri saans li aur muskurai.
“Kal dono phir aayenge… main unke saamne aur thoda shy banungi… par andar se… unki har double meaning baat ko enjoy karungi.”
Priya ka shy past ab uske present ko aur zyada rasila bana raha tha. Woh jaanti thi – yeh sirf shuruaat hai. Uski mature, busty, curvy body ab dono Aslam ke strong haathon aur garam nazaron ke liye taiyaar ho rahi thi… dheere-dheere… bilkul uske favourite fantasy style mein.
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Priya bedroom mein lights off karke bed pe let gayi. Usne apni saree ka pallu side kar diya tha. Uski badi-badi 38D boobs blouse ke tight buttons ke andar se dab-dab kar rahe the, nipples rock-hard ho chuke the. Woh apne thick thighs ko ek dusre pe ragad rahi thi, aur andar se ek gehri, repressed aag jal rahi thi jo saalon se dabayi hui thi.
Priya ke repressed fantasies…
Woh aankhein band karke sochne lagi…
Pehla fantasy jo uske mann mein sabse gehra tha – Butcher Aslam Shaikh wala.
Usne imagine kiya: Shaam ka time, kitchen mein. Aslam Shaikh fresh meat ka packet leke aaya hai. Uske powerful, meat-chopping haath Priya ki kamar pe pade hain. Woh usko counter pe jhuka deta hai, uski moti, juicy gaand ko apne strong haathon se pakad ke dheere se dabata hai.
“Memsaab… yeh meat jaise soft hai na? Par andar se kitna tight aur juicy…” uski awaaz kaan mein goonjti hai.
Priya sharma ke aankhein jhuka leti hai par uski chut geeli hone lagti hai. Woh feel karti hai ki Aslam uski saree upar karke uski creamy thighs ko chaata hai, phir uski gaand pe thappad maarta hai jaise meat ko tender karta hai. “Dheere… bahut dheere handle karunga… aapki yeh curvy body ko poori tarah se ragadunga… satisfaction guaranteed.”
Priya ka mann chillata hai – Main itni shy hoon… par yeh soch ke hi meri chut mein current daud raha hai. Uska woh lamba, mazboot lund mere soft gaand ke beech mein press ho raha hai… bas rub karta hua… main kuch bol nahi paati, sirf sharmati hoon aur aur geeli hoti jaati hoon.
Dusra fantasy – Doodhwala Aslam Miyan wala.
Subah ka sapna. Aslam Miyan garam-garam doodh ki dibbi leke aaya hai. Woh Priya ko chair pe baitha deta hai aur uske saamne khud ghutno pe baith jaata hai. Uske muscular arms se woh Priya ke blouse ke hooks kholta hai, aur uske bade-bade doodh jaise boobs bahar nikal aate hain.
“Memsaab… aapke yeh rasile boobs toh mere doodh se bhi zyada creamy hain. Main inko piya karun? Thick cream chahiye na aapko?”
Priya ka chehra laal ho jaata hai, woh haathon se cover karne ki koshish karti hai par Aslam uske haath hata deta hai. Woh dheere se uske ek nipple ko apne muh mein leta hai aur choosne lagta hai… jaise doodh nikal raha ho. Dusre haath se woh uski dusri boob ko massage karta hai, “Itna heavy aur soft… roz subah-shaam pilata rahunga… aapki chut ko bhi doodh se bhar dunga andar tak.”
Priya sirf siskari bhar leti hai – Uff… main married hoon, par yeh fantasy mujhe kab se satati hai. Dono Aslam saath mein… ek meri gaand ko daba raha ho, dusra mere boobs ko pi raha ho… main beech mein trapped, sharmaati hui, par mann nahi maanta… bas aur chahiye.
Sabse gehra repressed fantasy – Dono Aslam saath mein
Priya ne kabhi kisi se nahi kaha tha, par yeh uske andar sabse zyada dabaya hua tha.
Dono Aslam uske bedroom mein. Woh sirf bra-panty mein hai, blush kiye hue. Aslam Shaikh peeche se uski moti gaand ko apne haathon mein pakad ke squeeze kar raha hai, “Yeh toh butcher ke favourite cut hai… soft outside, tight inside.”
Aslam Miyan saamne se uske boobs ko dono haathon mein utha ke choos raha hai, “Aur yeh doodh ke liye perfect hai… kitna garam aur full.”
Priya ke muh se sirf dheemi siskariyan nikal rahi hain, “Nahi… main shy hoon… dheere karo…” par uska sharir unke touch mein melt ho raha hai. Unke dono ke strong bodies usko surround kiye hue hain, unki body heat uski chikni skin ko jalaa rahi hai. Koi actual sex nahi, bas unke haath, unke muh, unki garam saansein… uski poori curvy body ko worship karte hue.
Priya bed pe leti hui apne haathon se apne boobs ko dabane lagi. Uski panty bilkul soaked thi.
Main itni saalon se yeh sab dabaye rakha tha… shy ban ke, seedhi biwi ban ke. Par ab yeh dono Aslam aaye hain toh jaise mera andar ka randi jaag raha hai. Main bahar se control karti rahungi… muskurati rahungi, sharmati rahungi… par andar se unki har baat, har touch ko enjoy karungi. Unke strong haath, unka mardana smell, unki double meaning baatein… bas yeh hi chahiye mujhe.
Woh ek gehri saans leke muskurai. Kal subah dono phir aane wale the.
Priya ke repressed fantasies…
Woh aankhein band karke sochne lagi…
Pehla fantasy jo uske mann mein sabse gehra tha – Butcher Aslam Shaikh wala.
Usne imagine kiya: Shaam ka time, kitchen mein. Aslam Shaikh fresh meat ka packet leke aaya hai. Uske powerful, meat-chopping haath Priya ki kamar pe pade hain. Woh usko counter pe jhuka deta hai, uski moti, juicy gaand ko apne strong haathon se pakad ke dheere se dabata hai.
“Memsaab… yeh meat jaise soft hai na? Par andar se kitna tight aur juicy…” uski awaaz kaan mein goonjti hai.
Priya sharma ke aankhein jhuka leti hai par uski chut geeli hone lagti hai. Woh feel karti hai ki Aslam uski saree upar karke uski creamy thighs ko chaata hai, phir uski gaand pe thappad maarta hai jaise meat ko tender karta hai. “Dheere… bahut dheere handle karunga… aapki yeh curvy body ko poori tarah se ragadunga… satisfaction guaranteed.”
Priya ka mann chillata hai – Main itni shy hoon… par yeh soch ke hi meri chut mein current daud raha hai. Uska woh lamba, mazboot lund mere soft gaand ke beech mein press ho raha hai… bas rub karta hua… main kuch bol nahi paati, sirf sharmati hoon aur aur geeli hoti jaati hoon.
Dusra fantasy – Doodhwala Aslam Miyan wala.
Subah ka sapna. Aslam Miyan garam-garam doodh ki dibbi leke aaya hai. Woh Priya ko chair pe baitha deta hai aur uske saamne khud ghutno pe baith jaata hai. Uske muscular arms se woh Priya ke blouse ke hooks kholta hai, aur uske bade-bade doodh jaise boobs bahar nikal aate hain.
“Memsaab… aapke yeh rasile boobs toh mere doodh se bhi zyada creamy hain. Main inko piya karun? Thick cream chahiye na aapko?”
Priya ka chehra laal ho jaata hai, woh haathon se cover karne ki koshish karti hai par Aslam uske haath hata deta hai. Woh dheere se uske ek nipple ko apne muh mein leta hai aur choosne lagta hai… jaise doodh nikal raha ho. Dusre haath se woh uski dusri boob ko massage karta hai, “Itna heavy aur soft… roz subah-shaam pilata rahunga… aapki chut ko bhi doodh se bhar dunga andar tak.”
Priya sirf siskari bhar leti hai – Uff… main married hoon, par yeh fantasy mujhe kab se satati hai. Dono Aslam saath mein… ek meri gaand ko daba raha ho, dusra mere boobs ko pi raha ho… main beech mein trapped, sharmaati hui, par mann nahi maanta… bas aur chahiye.
Sabse gehra repressed fantasy – Dono Aslam saath mein
Priya ne kabhi kisi se nahi kaha tha, par yeh uske andar sabse zyada dabaya hua tha.
Dono Aslam uske bedroom mein. Woh sirf bra-panty mein hai, blush kiye hue. Aslam Shaikh peeche se uski moti gaand ko apne haathon mein pakad ke squeeze kar raha hai, “Yeh toh butcher ke favourite cut hai… soft outside, tight inside.”
Aslam Miyan saamne se uske boobs ko dono haathon mein utha ke choos raha hai, “Aur yeh doodh ke liye perfect hai… kitna garam aur full.”
Priya ke muh se sirf dheemi siskariyan nikal rahi hain, “Nahi… main shy hoon… dheere karo…” par uska sharir unke touch mein melt ho raha hai. Unke dono ke strong bodies usko surround kiye hue hain, unki body heat uski chikni skin ko jalaa rahi hai. Koi actual sex nahi, bas unke haath, unke muh, unki garam saansein… uski poori curvy body ko worship karte hue.
Priya bed pe leti hui apne haathon se apne boobs ko dabane lagi. Uski panty bilkul soaked thi.
Main itni saalon se yeh sab dabaye rakha tha… shy ban ke, seedhi biwi ban ke. Par ab yeh dono Aslam aaye hain toh jaise mera andar ka randi jaag raha hai. Main bahar se control karti rahungi… muskurati rahungi, sharmati rahungi… par andar se unki har baat, har touch ko enjoy karungi. Unke strong haath, unka mardana smell, unki double meaning baatein… bas yeh hi chahiye mujhe.
Woh ek gehri saans leke muskurai. Kal subah dono phir aane wale the.
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uff kutiya esa lag raha me teri hi gand mar raha hu real me woh bhi berahmi sePriya bedroom mein lights off karke bed pe let gayi. Usne apni saree ka pallu side kar diya tha. Uski badi-badi 38D boobs blouse ke tight buttons ke andar se dab-dab kar rahe the, nipples rock-hard ho chuke the. Woh apne thick thighs ko ek dusre pe ragad rahi thi, aur andar se ek gehri, repressed aag jal rahi thi jo saalon se dabayi hui thi.
Priya ke repressed fantasies…
Woh aankhein band karke sochne lagi…
Pehla fantasy jo uske mann mein sabse gehra tha – Butcher Aslam Shaikh wala.
Usne imagine kiya: Shaam ka time, kitchen mein. Aslam Shaikh fresh meat ka packet leke aaya hai. Uske powerful, meat-chopping haath Priya ki kamar pe pade hain. Woh usko counter pe jhuka deta hai, uski moti, juicy gaand ko apne strong haathon se pakad ke dheere se dabata hai.
“Memsaab… yeh meat jaise soft hai na? Par andar se kitna tight aur juicy…” uski awaaz kaan mein goonjti hai.
Priya sharma ke aankhein jhuka leti hai par uski chut geeli hone lagti hai. Woh feel karti hai ki Aslam uski saree upar karke uski creamy thighs ko chaata hai, phir uski gaand pe thappad maarta hai jaise meat ko tender karta hai. “Dheere… bahut dheere handle karunga… aapki yeh curvy body ko poori tarah se ragadunga… satisfaction guaranteed.”
Priya ka mann chillata hai – Main itni shy hoon… par yeh soch ke hi meri chut mein current daud raha hai. Uska woh lamba, mazboot lund mere soft gaand ke beech mein press ho raha hai… bas rub karta hua… main kuch bol nahi paati, sirf sharmati hoon aur aur geeli hoti jaati hoon.
Dusra fantasy – Doodhwala Aslam Miyan wala.
Subah ka sapna. Aslam Miyan garam-garam doodh ki dibbi leke aaya hai. Woh Priya ko chair pe baitha deta hai aur uske saamne khud ghutno pe baith jaata hai. Uske muscular arms se woh Priya ke blouse ke hooks kholta hai, aur uske bade-bade doodh jaise boobs bahar nikal aate hain.
“Memsaab… aapke yeh rasile boobs toh mere doodh se bhi zyada creamy hain. Main inko piya karun? Thick cream chahiye na aapko?”
Priya ka chehra laal ho jaata hai, woh haathon se cover karne ki koshish karti hai par Aslam uske haath hata deta hai. Woh dheere se uske ek nipple ko apne muh mein leta hai aur choosne lagta hai… jaise doodh nikal raha ho. Dusre haath se woh uski dusri boob ko massage karta hai, “Itna heavy aur soft… roz subah-shaam pilata rahunga… aapki chut ko bhi doodh se bhar dunga andar tak.”
Priya sirf siskari bhar leti hai – Uff… main married hoon, par yeh fantasy mujhe kab se satati hai. Dono Aslam saath mein… ek meri gaand ko daba raha ho, dusra mere boobs ko pi raha ho… main beech mein trapped, sharmaati hui, par mann nahi maanta… bas aur chahiye.
Sabse gehra repressed fantasy – Dono Aslam saath mein
Priya ne kabhi kisi se nahi kaha tha, par yeh uske andar sabse zyada dabaya hua tha.
Dono Aslam uske bedroom mein. Woh sirf bra-panty mein hai, blush kiye hue. Aslam Shaikh peeche se uski moti gaand ko apne haathon mein pakad ke squeeze kar raha hai, “Yeh toh butcher ke favourite cut hai… soft outside, tight inside.”
Aslam Miyan saamne se uske boobs ko dono haathon mein utha ke choos raha hai, “Aur yeh doodh ke liye perfect hai… kitna garam aur full.”
Priya ke muh se sirf dheemi siskariyan nikal rahi hain, “Nahi… main shy hoon… dheere karo…” par uska sharir unke touch mein melt ho raha hai. Unke dono ke strong bodies usko surround kiye hue hain, unki body heat uski chikni skin ko jalaa rahi hai. Koi actual sex nahi, bas unke haath, unke muh, unki garam saansein… uski poori curvy body ko worship karte hue.
Priya bed pe leti hui apne haathon se apne boobs ko dabane lagi. Uski panty bilkul soaked thi.
Main itni saalon se yeh sab dabaye rakha tha… shy ban ke, seedhi biwi ban ke. Par ab yeh dono Aslam aaye hain toh jaise mera andar ka randi jaag raha hai. Main bahar se control karti rahungi… muskurati rahungi, sharmati rahungi… par andar se unki har baat, har touch ko enjoy karungi. Unke strong haath, unka mardana smell, unki double meaning baatein… bas yeh hi chahiye mujhe.
Woh ek gehri saans leke muskurai. Kal subah dono phir aane wale the.
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Priya subah se hi bechain thi. Aaj usne ek bahut tight, low-cut black blouse pehna tha jo uske massive 38D boobs ko mushkil se sambhal paa raha tha. Cleavage itni gehri aur ubhari hui thi ki ek halki si saans mein bhi boobs hil rahe the. Saree ko usne dangerously low waist pe bandha tha, jisse uski moti, round gaand ka curve aur creamy lower back saaf dikhta tha.
Doodhwala Aslam Miyan pehle aaya…
Darwaza khulte hi Miyan andar ghusa aur Priya ko upar se neeche tak ghoor liya. Uski aankhein uske boobs aur gaand pe atak gayi.
“Waah memsaab… aaj toh aapne apne doodh ke bartan bahut tight pehne hain. Yeh bade-bade rasile choochiyan blouse ke andar se bahar aane ko tadap rahi hain. Dekh ke hi mera lund khada ho gaya,” usne seedha aur gehra double meaning mein bola.
Priya ka chehra laal ho gaya. Woh pallu se boobs chhupane ki koshish kar rahi thi par woh aur zyada ubhar rahe the.
Miyan kareeb aaya, bilkul uske saamne, uski body heat Priya ko feel ho rahi thi.
“Memsaab, aaj main aapke liye bahut zyada thick, garam aur creamy doodh laya hoon. Dekho na… dibbi mein kitna mota aur white hai. Haath laga ke feel karo… kitna heavy aur tight hai yeh.
Priya ke haath kaanp rahe the jab usne glass liya. Miyan ne jaan-bujh kar uski ungliyon ko dabaya aur dheere se bola,
“Aapke yeh heavy, juicy boobs… bilkul doodh se bhare hue hain. Ek baar muh laga ke choosun toh kitna sweet aur thick cream nikalega? Roz subah aapki in rasili choochiyon ko masalta hua, nipple ko choosta hua, doodh nikaalta rahunga. Aap bas moan karti rahiye… ‘Miyan aur zor se piyo’.”
Priya ki chut ab poori tarah seep rahi thi. Uski thighs ek dusre pe ragad rahi thi. Uff… yeh itna ganda bol raha hai… meri panty bilkul soaked ho gayi. Main sharm se mar rahi hoon par mann nahi maanta… aur sunna chahti hoon.
Miyan ne uski kamar pe haath rakh ke usko apne se chipka liya aur kaan mein whisper kiya,
“Memsaab, aapki yeh moti, tight gaand ko dekh ke mann karta hai dono haathon se pakad ke zor-zor se dabau. Phir apna mota lund iske beech mein ragad ke aapko garam kar dun… bina andar daale… sirf aapko tadpaun. Aapki chut kitni geeli ho rahi hogi abhi? Batao na…”
Priya sirf siskari bhar ke boli, “Miyan… bahut sharm aa rahi hai… aap bahut dirty ho…”
Tabhi Butcher Aslam Shaikh andar aaya…
Priya ne extra meat order kiya tha sirf uske liye. Shaikh andar aate hi dono Aslam Priya ke dono taraf khade ho gaye.
Shaikh ne usko dekhte hi muskurate hue bola,
“Memsaab… extra meat maanga tha? Samajh gaya. Aapki yeh juicy body ko dekh ke mera bhi mann kar raha tha aapko chodne ka. Yeh fresh, mota aur veiny piece laya hoon aaj. Bahar se bahut soft, andar se bahut tight aur garam. Haath laga ke dekho… kitna hard ho raha hai aapke liye.”
Usne meat ka packet Priya ke haath mein diya aur uske boobs ke bilkul paas leke rakha.
“Aapke yeh bade-bade, soft doodh jaise boobs… main butcher hoon na, inko dono haathon mein pakad ke zor se dabaunga. Nipples ko ungli se pinch karte hue, jaise meat tender karta hoon. Phir aapki yeh moti gaand ko counter pe jhuka ke, saree upar karke, apna lund iske beech mein ragadunga…
dheere-dheere… jab tak aapki chut se paani na tapakne lage.”
Miyan side se aur intense ho gaya,
“Shaikh bhai, main toh upar se inko doodh pilaunga, aur aap neeche se meat handle karo. Dono milke iski poori curvy body ko aaj raat tak garam kar denge. Memsaab, aapki yeh tight chut ab kitni geeli ho gayi hogi? Hum dono ke lund ke naam pe abhi bhi tapak rahi hai na?”
Shaikh ne Priya ki gaand pe halka sa thappad maara aur bola,
“Memsaab, aap bahar se itni shy ban rahi ho, par andar se toh bilkul randi banne ko taiyaar ho. Yeh heavy boobs aur moti gaand… hum dono ke liye bani hai. Roz aayenge… aapko tadpa-tadpa ke, aapki chut ko bina chode bhi paagal kar denge.”
Priya ab control khone lagi thi. Uski saans phool rahi thi, nipples rock hard, chut se ras tapak raha tha. Woh dono ke beech mein trapped thi, unki mardana smell, unki gandi baatein aur unke intense looks se poori tarah horny ho chuki thi.
Woh sharmaate hue, awaaz mein thodi si siskari ke saath boli,
“Aap dono… mujhe bahut garam kar rahe ho… main ab aur nahi sah paa rahi. Kal dono phir aana… please…”
Dono Aslam ne usko ek last hungry nazar se dekha, muskuraye aur chale gaye.
Priya darwaza band karte hi apni saree upar karke sofa pe baith gayi aur apni geeli chut pe haath ferne lagi. Ohh fuck… unki yeh gandi baatein… mujhe pagal kar diya. Main itni wet hoon… un dono ke liye taras rahi hoon.
Yeh ab sirf shuruaat thi… aur game roz aur intense hota ja raha tha.
Aslam Shaikh aur Aslam Miyan dono hi Priya ke ghar se nikal kar alag-alag raaste pe gaye, par unke mann mein ek hi cheez thi – woh mature, busty, curvy memsaab.
Aslam Shaikh (Butcher) ke hidden desires…
Shaikh apne butcher shop pahuncha. Meat chopping block pe knife rakhte hi uski aankhon ke saamne Priya ki woh curvy figure aa gayi. Uski badi-badi 38D boobs jo blouse se ubhar rahe the, woh moti juicy gaand jo saree ke andar se hilti thi, aur woh shy muskurahat jo uske chehre pe thi.
Uff memsaab… tu toh bilkul premium cut hai. Bahar se soft aur rasili, andar se kitni tight aur juicy.
Woh sochta hua apne strong, veiny haathon ko dekhta. Roz meat ko daba-daba ke tender karta tha, par aaj mann kar raha tha ki Priya ki creamy gaand ko pakad ke usi tarah massage kare. Dheere se, zor se, phir aur zor se… jab tak woh siskari na bhar de.
Hidden desire:
Shaikh ko sabse zyada pasand tha dominant feel. Woh imagine karta – Priya kitchen counter pe jhuki hui hai, pallu neeche gira hua, uski deep cleavage saaf dikhai de raha hai. Woh peeche se usko pakadta, apna lamba mota lund uski gaand ke cleft pe ragadta hua, bina andar daale.
“Memsaab… yeh meat aapke liye hai. Kitna tender hai na? Haath laga ke dekho… kitna garam aur pulsing.”
Priya sharma ke “Nahi… main shy hoon” bolegi toh uska lund aur khada ho jaayega. Woh uske boobs ko peeche se pakad ke squeeze karega jaise fresh dough, nipples ko ungliyon se pinch karega. “Control main rakhunga… aap bas dheere se moan kijiye.”
Usne shop ke counter pe haath ragadte hue socha, Main uski yeh curvy body ko butcher ki tarah treat karna chahta hoon – har inch ko feel karna, dabaana, tender banana… aur woh shy-shy khelti rahe, mujhe aur excited karti rahe.
Aslam Miyan (Doodhwala) ke hidden desires…
Miyan doodh ki dibbi saaf karte hue muskuraya. Subah Priya ke ghar jaane ka excitement abhi bhi uske sharir mein tha. Uski aankhon mein Priya ke bade doodh jaise boobs ghum rahe the – heavy, soft, aur kitne creamy.
Memsaab ki yeh rasili choochiyan… doodh se bhi zyada sweet aur full hain. Ek baar muh laga ke piya toh zindagi bhar yaad rahe.
Hidden desire:
Miyan ko sabse zyada pasand tha worship wala feel. Woh sapna dekhta – Priya sofa pe baithi hai, blouse ke buttons khule hue, uske bade-bade boobs bahar latke hue. Woh ghutno pe baith ke ek boob ko dono haathon mein uthata, nipple ko apne muh mein lekar dheere-dheere choosta. “Memsaab… aapka doodh toh mera business hi badal dega. Itna thick aur sweet… roz subah-shaam pilata rahunga.”
Priya sharmate hue uske baal pakadti, “Dheere… koi dekh lega…” par uski siskari sunke Miyan aur zor se choosne lagta. Dusre haath se woh uski thick thighs ko sahlaata, ungliyan andar ki taraf badhati, par sirf tease karta – chut ke upar se panty ke upar hi ragadta.
Woh shy hai na… main usko dheere-dheere kholunga. Uski har drop cream ko taste karunga. Aur Shaikh bhai saath ho toh aur mazaa – main uske upper half ko worship karun, woh lower half ko handle kare.
Dono Aslam ke common hidden desires…
Raat ko dono alag-alag jagah pe the, par unke thoughts ek hi the – Priya ko dono milke tease karna.
Ek taraf Shaikh uski moti gaand aur thighs ko apne powerful haathon se dabaana chahta tha, meat ki tarah tender karte hue.
Dusri taraf Miyan uske heavy boobs aur nipples ko doodh ki tarah pi-na chahta tha, cream nikaalte hue.
Dono soch rahe the:
Woh married hai, shy hai, par uski aankhon mein woh bhook saaf dikhti hai. Hum usko kabhi force nahi karenge… bas har roz double meaning baaton se, nazaron se, chhote-chhote touches se uski curvy body ko garam karenge. Woh sharmayegi, blush karegi, panty geeli karegi… aur hum enjoy karenge uske har shy reaction ko.
Shaikh ne apne lund ko haath mein pakad ke socha, aaj shaam ko kyun na Priya ko us couples park mein le jaye .. … unse baat karni padegi. Aslam miyan ko bhi bata dunga yehi baat
Miyan ne muskurate hue doodh ki dibbi dekhi, Aur mera special thick cream… uske liye ready.
Priya ko pata bhi nahi tha ki dono Aslam din bhar uske bare mein hi soch rahe the – uski busty boobs, juicy gaand, chikni skin aur uski shy personality par pure fida the… bina haath lagaye, sirf pure lust aur hidden desires ke saath.
Priya darwaza band karte hi sofa pe gir padi. Uski chut ab bilkul soaked thi, panty mein ras tapak raha tha. Dono Aslam ki woh gandi-gandi baatein, unke intense looks aur unki body heat abhi bhi uske sharir pe mehsoos ho rahi thi. Uski badi-badi 38D boobs blouse ke andar se zor-zor se upar-neeche ho rahe the, nipples itne tight ki blouse ke buttons pe dab rahe the.
Dupahar ko uska phone baja. Dono Aslam ka group call tha.
Aslam Shaikh (butcher) ne seedha bola,
“Memsaab… aaj shaam ko kya kar rahi ho? Hum dono soch rahe hain ki aapko ek sundar jagah le jaayein. Waha couples bahut jaate hain… andhera, romantic, aur chhup-chhup ke maze lene wala park. Aapki yeh juicy body ko hum dono ke beech mein leke ghumayenge… haath pakad ke, kamar pe haath rakh ke…”
Aslam Miyan (doodhwala) haske uski baat pakadte hue bola,
“Haan memsaab… waha bench pe baith ke main aapke rasile boobs ko doodh se bharta rahunga nazaron se. Shaikh bhai aapki moti gaand ko apne strong haathon mein dabayenge. Andhera hoga na… koi nahi dekhega. Aap sirf hum dono ke beech mein trapped rahogi… garam-garam, wet-wet feel ke saath.”
Priya ka chehra laal ho gaya. Uski chut ne ek aur jhatka liya. Ohh god… dono saath mein park le ja rahe hain? Woh couples wala park jaha log chhup-chhup ke kiss karte hain, touch karte hain… main married hoon, par yeh soch ke hi meri chut paani chhod rahi hai. Main itni horny hoon… unke saath jaane ka mann kar raha hai, par bahar se sharma rahi hoon.
Woh dheemi, shaky awaaz mein boli,
“Par… main akeli kaise… aur shaam ko?”
Shaikh ne turant jawab diya,
“Akeli nahi memsaab… hum dono aapke saath rahenge. Aapki safety ke liye bhi aur… aapko maze dene ke liye bhi. Aapki yeh curvy figure raat ke andhere mein aur bhi dangerous lagegi. Main aapki gaand ko peeche se sahlaata rahunga, Miyan aapke boobs ko side se dabayega. Bas aap shy-shy baithna… hum aapko tadpa-tadpa ke garam kar denge.”
Miyan ne aur gehra double meaning daal diya,
“Memsaab, waha bench pe aap hum dono ke beech baithogi. Main aapko garam doodh pilaunga… nazaron se aur baaton se. Aapki chut kitni wet ho rahi hogi abhi soch ke? Aaj shaam 8 baje ready rehna… hum dono aapko pick up kar lenge. Saree mein hi aana… easy access wali.”
Priya ki saans tez ho gayi. Uski thighs khud-ba-khud ragad rahi thi. Woh andar se bahut dar rahi thi par mann bilkul taiyaar tha. Yeh dono mujhe park mein leke jaana chahte hain… couples ke beech mein. Main sharm se mar jaungi par unke haathon ka touch, unki gandi baatein… mujhe aur chahiye. Meri body jal rahi hai.
Woh thodi der chup rehne ke baad shy awaaz mein boli,
“Theek hai… main 8 baje ready rahungi. Par aap dono… dheeraj rakhna. Main bahut shy hoon.”
Dono Aslam hans pade.
Shaikh: “Dheere hi karenge memsaab… pehle toh aapko bahut dheere tadpaayenge. Phir dekhte hain.”
Miyan: “Aur cream aur meat dono ready rahega aapke liye.
Yeh ab sirf shuruaat thi… pakka park mein yeh game aur intense hota jane wala tha.
Doodhwala Aslam Miyan pehle aaya…
Darwaza khulte hi Miyan andar ghusa aur Priya ko upar se neeche tak ghoor liya. Uski aankhein uske boobs aur gaand pe atak gayi.
“Waah memsaab… aaj toh aapne apne doodh ke bartan bahut tight pehne hain. Yeh bade-bade rasile choochiyan blouse ke andar se bahar aane ko tadap rahi hain. Dekh ke hi mera lund khada ho gaya,” usne seedha aur gehra double meaning mein bola.
Priya ka chehra laal ho gaya. Woh pallu se boobs chhupane ki koshish kar rahi thi par woh aur zyada ubhar rahe the.
Miyan kareeb aaya, bilkul uske saamne, uski body heat Priya ko feel ho rahi thi.
“Memsaab, aaj main aapke liye bahut zyada thick, garam aur creamy doodh laya hoon. Dekho na… dibbi mein kitna mota aur white hai. Haath laga ke feel karo… kitna heavy aur tight hai yeh.
Priya ke haath kaanp rahe the jab usne glass liya. Miyan ne jaan-bujh kar uski ungliyon ko dabaya aur dheere se bola,
“Aapke yeh heavy, juicy boobs… bilkul doodh se bhare hue hain. Ek baar muh laga ke choosun toh kitna sweet aur thick cream nikalega? Roz subah aapki in rasili choochiyon ko masalta hua, nipple ko choosta hua, doodh nikaalta rahunga. Aap bas moan karti rahiye… ‘Miyan aur zor se piyo’.”
Priya ki chut ab poori tarah seep rahi thi. Uski thighs ek dusre pe ragad rahi thi. Uff… yeh itna ganda bol raha hai… meri panty bilkul soaked ho gayi. Main sharm se mar rahi hoon par mann nahi maanta… aur sunna chahti hoon.
Miyan ne uski kamar pe haath rakh ke usko apne se chipka liya aur kaan mein whisper kiya,
“Memsaab, aapki yeh moti, tight gaand ko dekh ke mann karta hai dono haathon se pakad ke zor-zor se dabau. Phir apna mota lund iske beech mein ragad ke aapko garam kar dun… bina andar daale… sirf aapko tadpaun. Aapki chut kitni geeli ho rahi hogi abhi? Batao na…”
Priya sirf siskari bhar ke boli, “Miyan… bahut sharm aa rahi hai… aap bahut dirty ho…”
Tabhi Butcher Aslam Shaikh andar aaya…
Priya ne extra meat order kiya tha sirf uske liye. Shaikh andar aate hi dono Aslam Priya ke dono taraf khade ho gaye.
Shaikh ne usko dekhte hi muskurate hue bola,
“Memsaab… extra meat maanga tha? Samajh gaya. Aapki yeh juicy body ko dekh ke mera bhi mann kar raha tha aapko chodne ka. Yeh fresh, mota aur veiny piece laya hoon aaj. Bahar se bahut soft, andar se bahut tight aur garam. Haath laga ke dekho… kitna hard ho raha hai aapke liye.”
Usne meat ka packet Priya ke haath mein diya aur uske boobs ke bilkul paas leke rakha.
“Aapke yeh bade-bade, soft doodh jaise boobs… main butcher hoon na, inko dono haathon mein pakad ke zor se dabaunga. Nipples ko ungli se pinch karte hue, jaise meat tender karta hoon. Phir aapki yeh moti gaand ko counter pe jhuka ke, saree upar karke, apna lund iske beech mein ragadunga…
dheere-dheere… jab tak aapki chut se paani na tapakne lage.”
Miyan side se aur intense ho gaya,
“Shaikh bhai, main toh upar se inko doodh pilaunga, aur aap neeche se meat handle karo. Dono milke iski poori curvy body ko aaj raat tak garam kar denge. Memsaab, aapki yeh tight chut ab kitni geeli ho gayi hogi? Hum dono ke lund ke naam pe abhi bhi tapak rahi hai na?”
Shaikh ne Priya ki gaand pe halka sa thappad maara aur bola,
“Memsaab, aap bahar se itni shy ban rahi ho, par andar se toh bilkul randi banne ko taiyaar ho. Yeh heavy boobs aur moti gaand… hum dono ke liye bani hai. Roz aayenge… aapko tadpa-tadpa ke, aapki chut ko bina chode bhi paagal kar denge.”
Priya ab control khone lagi thi. Uski saans phool rahi thi, nipples rock hard, chut se ras tapak raha tha. Woh dono ke beech mein trapped thi, unki mardana smell, unki gandi baatein aur unke intense looks se poori tarah horny ho chuki thi.
Woh sharmaate hue, awaaz mein thodi si siskari ke saath boli,
“Aap dono… mujhe bahut garam kar rahe ho… main ab aur nahi sah paa rahi. Kal dono phir aana… please…”
Dono Aslam ne usko ek last hungry nazar se dekha, muskuraye aur chale gaye.
Priya darwaza band karte hi apni saree upar karke sofa pe baith gayi aur apni geeli chut pe haath ferne lagi. Ohh fuck… unki yeh gandi baatein… mujhe pagal kar diya. Main itni wet hoon… un dono ke liye taras rahi hoon.
Yeh ab sirf shuruaat thi… aur game roz aur intense hota ja raha tha.
Aslam Shaikh aur Aslam Miyan dono hi Priya ke ghar se nikal kar alag-alag raaste pe gaye, par unke mann mein ek hi cheez thi – woh mature, busty, curvy memsaab.
Aslam Shaikh (Butcher) ke hidden desires…
Shaikh apne butcher shop pahuncha. Meat chopping block pe knife rakhte hi uski aankhon ke saamne Priya ki woh curvy figure aa gayi. Uski badi-badi 38D boobs jo blouse se ubhar rahe the, woh moti juicy gaand jo saree ke andar se hilti thi, aur woh shy muskurahat jo uske chehre pe thi.
Uff memsaab… tu toh bilkul premium cut hai. Bahar se soft aur rasili, andar se kitni tight aur juicy.
Woh sochta hua apne strong, veiny haathon ko dekhta. Roz meat ko daba-daba ke tender karta tha, par aaj mann kar raha tha ki Priya ki creamy gaand ko pakad ke usi tarah massage kare. Dheere se, zor se, phir aur zor se… jab tak woh siskari na bhar de.
Hidden desire:
Shaikh ko sabse zyada pasand tha dominant feel. Woh imagine karta – Priya kitchen counter pe jhuki hui hai, pallu neeche gira hua, uski deep cleavage saaf dikhai de raha hai. Woh peeche se usko pakadta, apna lamba mota lund uski gaand ke cleft pe ragadta hua, bina andar daale.
“Memsaab… yeh meat aapke liye hai. Kitna tender hai na? Haath laga ke dekho… kitna garam aur pulsing.”
Priya sharma ke “Nahi… main shy hoon” bolegi toh uska lund aur khada ho jaayega. Woh uske boobs ko peeche se pakad ke squeeze karega jaise fresh dough, nipples ko ungliyon se pinch karega. “Control main rakhunga… aap bas dheere se moan kijiye.”
Usne shop ke counter pe haath ragadte hue socha, Main uski yeh curvy body ko butcher ki tarah treat karna chahta hoon – har inch ko feel karna, dabaana, tender banana… aur woh shy-shy khelti rahe, mujhe aur excited karti rahe.
Aslam Miyan (Doodhwala) ke hidden desires…
Miyan doodh ki dibbi saaf karte hue muskuraya. Subah Priya ke ghar jaane ka excitement abhi bhi uske sharir mein tha. Uski aankhon mein Priya ke bade doodh jaise boobs ghum rahe the – heavy, soft, aur kitne creamy.
Memsaab ki yeh rasili choochiyan… doodh se bhi zyada sweet aur full hain. Ek baar muh laga ke piya toh zindagi bhar yaad rahe.
Hidden desire:
Miyan ko sabse zyada pasand tha worship wala feel. Woh sapna dekhta – Priya sofa pe baithi hai, blouse ke buttons khule hue, uske bade-bade boobs bahar latke hue. Woh ghutno pe baith ke ek boob ko dono haathon mein uthata, nipple ko apne muh mein lekar dheere-dheere choosta. “Memsaab… aapka doodh toh mera business hi badal dega. Itna thick aur sweet… roz subah-shaam pilata rahunga.”
Priya sharmate hue uske baal pakadti, “Dheere… koi dekh lega…” par uski siskari sunke Miyan aur zor se choosne lagta. Dusre haath se woh uski thick thighs ko sahlaata, ungliyan andar ki taraf badhati, par sirf tease karta – chut ke upar se panty ke upar hi ragadta.
Woh shy hai na… main usko dheere-dheere kholunga. Uski har drop cream ko taste karunga. Aur Shaikh bhai saath ho toh aur mazaa – main uske upper half ko worship karun, woh lower half ko handle kare.
Dono Aslam ke common hidden desires…
Raat ko dono alag-alag jagah pe the, par unke thoughts ek hi the – Priya ko dono milke tease karna.
Ek taraf Shaikh uski moti gaand aur thighs ko apne powerful haathon se dabaana chahta tha, meat ki tarah tender karte hue.
Dusri taraf Miyan uske heavy boobs aur nipples ko doodh ki tarah pi-na chahta tha, cream nikaalte hue.
Dono soch rahe the:
Woh married hai, shy hai, par uski aankhon mein woh bhook saaf dikhti hai. Hum usko kabhi force nahi karenge… bas har roz double meaning baaton se, nazaron se, chhote-chhote touches se uski curvy body ko garam karenge. Woh sharmayegi, blush karegi, panty geeli karegi… aur hum enjoy karenge uske har shy reaction ko.
Shaikh ne apne lund ko haath mein pakad ke socha, aaj shaam ko kyun na Priya ko us couples park mein le jaye .. … unse baat karni padegi. Aslam miyan ko bhi bata dunga yehi baat
Miyan ne muskurate hue doodh ki dibbi dekhi, Aur mera special thick cream… uske liye ready.
Priya ko pata bhi nahi tha ki dono Aslam din bhar uske bare mein hi soch rahe the – uski busty boobs, juicy gaand, chikni skin aur uski shy personality par pure fida the… bina haath lagaye, sirf pure lust aur hidden desires ke saath.
Priya darwaza band karte hi sofa pe gir padi. Uski chut ab bilkul soaked thi, panty mein ras tapak raha tha. Dono Aslam ki woh gandi-gandi baatein, unke intense looks aur unki body heat abhi bhi uske sharir pe mehsoos ho rahi thi. Uski badi-badi 38D boobs blouse ke andar se zor-zor se upar-neeche ho rahe the, nipples itne tight ki blouse ke buttons pe dab rahe the.
Dupahar ko uska phone baja. Dono Aslam ka group call tha.
Aslam Shaikh (butcher) ne seedha bola,
“Memsaab… aaj shaam ko kya kar rahi ho? Hum dono soch rahe hain ki aapko ek sundar jagah le jaayein. Waha couples bahut jaate hain… andhera, romantic, aur chhup-chhup ke maze lene wala park. Aapki yeh juicy body ko hum dono ke beech mein leke ghumayenge… haath pakad ke, kamar pe haath rakh ke…”
Aslam Miyan (doodhwala) haske uski baat pakadte hue bola,
“Haan memsaab… waha bench pe baith ke main aapke rasile boobs ko doodh se bharta rahunga nazaron se. Shaikh bhai aapki moti gaand ko apne strong haathon mein dabayenge. Andhera hoga na… koi nahi dekhega. Aap sirf hum dono ke beech mein trapped rahogi… garam-garam, wet-wet feel ke saath.”
Priya ka chehra laal ho gaya. Uski chut ne ek aur jhatka liya. Ohh god… dono saath mein park le ja rahe hain? Woh couples wala park jaha log chhup-chhup ke kiss karte hain, touch karte hain… main married hoon, par yeh soch ke hi meri chut paani chhod rahi hai. Main itni horny hoon… unke saath jaane ka mann kar raha hai, par bahar se sharma rahi hoon.
Woh dheemi, shaky awaaz mein boli,
“Par… main akeli kaise… aur shaam ko?”
Shaikh ne turant jawab diya,
“Akeli nahi memsaab… hum dono aapke saath rahenge. Aapki safety ke liye bhi aur… aapko maze dene ke liye bhi. Aapki yeh curvy figure raat ke andhere mein aur bhi dangerous lagegi. Main aapki gaand ko peeche se sahlaata rahunga, Miyan aapke boobs ko side se dabayega. Bas aap shy-shy baithna… hum aapko tadpa-tadpa ke garam kar denge.”
Miyan ne aur gehra double meaning daal diya,
“Memsaab, waha bench pe aap hum dono ke beech baithogi. Main aapko garam doodh pilaunga… nazaron se aur baaton se. Aapki chut kitni wet ho rahi hogi abhi soch ke? Aaj shaam 8 baje ready rehna… hum dono aapko pick up kar lenge. Saree mein hi aana… easy access wali.”
Priya ki saans tez ho gayi. Uski thighs khud-ba-khud ragad rahi thi. Woh andar se bahut dar rahi thi par mann bilkul taiyaar tha. Yeh dono mujhe park mein leke jaana chahte hain… couples ke beech mein. Main sharm se mar jaungi par unke haathon ka touch, unki gandi baatein… mujhe aur chahiye. Meri body jal rahi hai.
Woh thodi der chup rehne ke baad shy awaaz mein boli,
“Theek hai… main 8 baje ready rahungi. Par aap dono… dheeraj rakhna. Main bahut shy hoon.”
Dono Aslam hans pade.
Shaikh: “Dheere hi karenge memsaab… pehle toh aapko bahut dheere tadpaayenge. Phir dekhte hain.”
Miyan: “Aur cream aur meat dono ready rahega aapke liye.
Yeh ab sirf shuruaat thi… pakka park mein yeh game aur intense hota jane wala tha.
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