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Mera naam Jhanvi hai. Main 29 saal ki hoon, ek bete ki maa, aur ek aisi aurat jo apni har ada se logon ko tadpa deti hai.
Mera badan bahut fit aur seductive hai — bade, bhare-bhare, gol mamme jo har saans ke saath upar-neeche hilte hain, patli kamar jo un mammon ke neeche ek zabardast contrast banati hai, aur ek moti, ubhari hui gaand jo chiffon saree mein hilte hue har mard ka dil baith jaati hai. Meri gori skin, lambe kaale baal aur badi-badi aankhein mujhe ek khoobsurat married woman ka perfect mixture banati hain.
Par main bahut sharmili bhi hoon. Jab koi mujhe ghoorta hai, mere gehre cleavage ko dekhta hai ya meri hilti hui gaand pe nazar tikata hai, toh mera chehra turant laal ho jaata hai. Dil zor-zor se dhadakne lagta hai aur main aankhein neeche kar leti hoon. Phir bhi, andar kahin ek chhoti si aag jalti rehti hai — ek aisi pyas jo dheere-dheere badhti ja rahi hai.
Roz subah jab main apni favourite transparent chiffon saree aur deep-neck sleeveless blouse pehen kar market jaati hoon, toh bahar se main ek sanskaari, sharmili bhabhi lagti hoon… lekin andar se main jaanti hoon ki meri yeh sharm aur meri yeh sexiness, dono milkar mujhe ek dangerous aurat bana rahi hain.
3 mahine pehle mein aur mere pati aur bete ek naye city shift huye the , hubby ke ek project fir se ek dusre dusre sheher mein aaya tha aur bas who hi wahan chale gaye the. Is naye sheher mein Ab yeh naya safar shuru ho chuka hai… jahaan meri sharm aur meri hawas, dono saath-saath chal rahi hain.
Har roz subah main apni favourite chiffon saree aur sleeveless blouse pehen kar vegetable market jaati hoon. Pehle hafte main thodi conservative thi – normal blouse, thoda sa deep neck, par cleavage nahi dikhati thi. Par un uncle logon ki nazrein aur unki baatein mujhe andar se kuch alag feel karwa deti thi.
Pehla din yaad hai… Main sabzi chun rahi thi aur piche se ek kaale, motey uncle ki awaaz aayi, “Arre Jhanvi bhabhi, aaj itni tight blouse pehen li? Lagta hai aapke ‘melons’ ko saans lene ki zarurat pad rahi hai.”
Main neeche jhuki thi, toh unki aankhein meri kamar aur gaand pe thi. Maine kuch nahi bola, bas muskurakar chup reh gayi. Par dil mein ek halki si garmi mehsoos hui.
Juice shop pe pahunchi toh wahan ka 48 saal ka kaala, bada sa uncle, Ramesh uncle, glass dete hue bola, “Bhabhi, aaj special thick juice banaun? Bahut creamy aur garam andar tak pahunchne wala… aapki figure ke hisaab se perfect rahega.”
Main sharma kar sirf “Normal hi de do uncle” bol diya. Par uski aankhein mere boobs pe tik gayi thi.
Kirana store mein toh mahaul hi alag tha. Teen-chaar hefty uncles hamesha baithte the – sab 40-50 ke, kaale, motey, aur hamesha horny. Ek ne bola, “Jhanvi ji, aaj saree mein bahut glow aa raha hai… shayad raat mein pati ne achhe se ‘serve’ kiya hoga?”
Main pehle hafte bilkul chup rehti. Bas cheezein le kar nikal jaati.
Lekin dheere dheere badalne lagi main.
Dusre hafte main sleeveless blouses pehenne lagi – arms poore khule, back deep cut. Jab main market mein jhukti, toh meri smooth peeth aur blouse ka deep cut saaf dikhta. Uncles ke muh khul jaate.
Ek din sabzi wala uncle ne kaha, “Bhabhi, aaj toh back bilkul khula chhod rakha hai… thand lag jaayegi. Chahiye toh hum garam haathon se seka de?”
Maine pehli baar halka sa smile kiya aur bola, “Uncle, aapke haath toh bahut garam hain… par main sambhal lungi.”
Juice shop pe Ramesh uncle ne aankh maari, “Bhabhi, aaj blouse mein se bahut ‘juice’ tapak raha hai lagta hai. Special creamy milkshake banaun aaj? Bahut thick aur sticky… andar tak gehraai tak pahunchega.”
Maine thoda jhuk kar, apne bade boobs ko aur highlight karte hue kaha, “Uncle, thoda kam hi daalna… warna overflow ho jaayega.”
Teesre hafte main puri tarah badal chuki thi.
Ab main bahut deep cleavage wale, tight sleeveless blouses pehenti thi. Mere heavy boobs kaam se kaam 50% dikh rahe hote, blouse itna low-cut ki bra ka lace bhi halka sa dikhta. Saree bilkul transparent chiffon ki – andar ka petticoat aur thighs ki line saaf dikh rahi hoti. Jab main chalti, toh saree meri gaand pe tight padti aur har kadam mein hips hilte.
Aaj subah bhi main aisi hi dressed thi.
Vegetable market mein jaise hi main jhuki, sabzi wala uncle saans rok kar bola, “Hayee Jhanvi bhabhi… aaj toh cleavage se doodh nikalne wala hai! Itne bade aur tight ‘tamatar’ kab se laayi ho? Hum bhi chakhna chahte hain thoda sa.”
Maine muskurate hue, apni saree thodi aur neeche kheench kar cleavage aur gehra karte hue kaha, “Uncle, sirf dekhne ki hi adat hai aapki? Chakhna hai toh boliye na… par haath nahi lagaane ka waada hai na?”
Unka chehra laal pad gaya. Woh sirf dekh sakte the, chhoo nahi sakte the.
Juice shop pahunchi. Ramesh uncle ki aankhein mere boobs pe atak gayi. Usne bola, “Bhabhi, aaj toh aapke ‘juicy melons’ se pura market garam ho raha hai. Special thick, creamy, aur bahut gehra juice banaun? Aapki chutiyon ke andar tak thanda karega… aur bahar se garam.”
Maine apne boobs ko thoda sa upar dhakel kar, unhe aur bada dikhate hue flirt kiya, “Uncle, aap toh bahut experienced lagte ho… par sirf baatein hi karte ho. Kabhi asli juice pilaya hai kisi ko? Ya sirf glass mein hi daalte ho?”
Woh hans pada, “Bhabhi, agar aap allow karo toh main apna pura ‘jug’ khali kar doon aapke andar.”
Main hasi aur boli, “Jug toh dekhti hoon… par andar tak pahunchane ki himmat hai bhi aapmein?”
Last mein kirana store.
Wahan sabse maza aata tha. Jaise hi main andar gayi, sab uncles ki nazrein meri transparent saree, deep cleavage aur hilti hui gaand pe pad gayi.
Ek uncle bola, “Jhanvi madam, yeh transparent saree mein toh pura ‘maal’ dikh raha hai. Andar kya pehna hai? Ya kuch nahi?”
Maine dheere se ghum kar apni gaand unki taraf karte hue kaha, “Uncle, dekh lo na… sab dikh raha hai toh. Par haath mat lagana, warna main chillaa dungi.”
Dusra uncle, jo sabse mota tha, saans phoolte hue bola, “Bhabhi, aapki gaand itni gol aur tight… ek baar press kar loon toh jaan nikal jaayegi. Aapke pati ko pata hai ki unki biwi itni ‘hot maal’ hai?”
Maine unke saamne jhuk kar, apne boobs ko aur gehra dikhate hue seductive awaaz mein kaha, “Pati toh bahar hai… aur main yahan aap logon ke saath maze le rahi hoon. Aap log sirf baatein karte ho, par mujhe toh ab asli maza chahiye… kab tak sirf nazron se hi chodoge mujhe?”
Sab uncles ke muh khul gaye. Unki aankhon mein pure lust tha. Woh mujhe chodna chahte the, par sirf baaton aur nazron se hi.
Main unke saamne apni saree thodi adjust karti, boobs hilati, hips ghumati… aur unke double meaning ka jawab double meaning mein deti.
Andar se main bhi bahut garam ho chuki thi. Unki horny nazrein, unki gandi baatein, aur yeh feeling ki woh mujhe chhoo nahi sakte… sab kuch mujhe aur zyada wet kar deta tha.
Har roz yeh khel chalta rehta. Main jaanti thi ki yeh dangerous hai, par yeh excitement mujhe rok nahi paa rahi thi.
Ab main har roz aur gehra blouse, aur transparent saree pehen kar jaati hoon… taaki un uncle logon ko aur tadpa saku.
Aur woh tadapte rehte hain… sirf dekh kar, baatein kar .
Mera badan bahut fit aur seductive hai — bade, bhare-bhare, gol mamme jo har saans ke saath upar-neeche hilte hain, patli kamar jo un mammon ke neeche ek zabardast contrast banati hai, aur ek moti, ubhari hui gaand jo chiffon saree mein hilte hue har mard ka dil baith jaati hai. Meri gori skin, lambe kaale baal aur badi-badi aankhein mujhe ek khoobsurat married woman ka perfect mixture banati hain.
Par main bahut sharmili bhi hoon. Jab koi mujhe ghoorta hai, mere gehre cleavage ko dekhta hai ya meri hilti hui gaand pe nazar tikata hai, toh mera chehra turant laal ho jaata hai. Dil zor-zor se dhadakne lagta hai aur main aankhein neeche kar leti hoon. Phir bhi, andar kahin ek chhoti si aag jalti rehti hai — ek aisi pyas jo dheere-dheere badhti ja rahi hai.
Roz subah jab main apni favourite transparent chiffon saree aur deep-neck sleeveless blouse pehen kar market jaati hoon, toh bahar se main ek sanskaari, sharmili bhabhi lagti hoon… lekin andar se main jaanti hoon ki meri yeh sharm aur meri yeh sexiness, dono milkar mujhe ek dangerous aurat bana rahi hain.
3 mahine pehle mein aur mere pati aur bete ek naye city shift huye the , hubby ke ek project fir se ek dusre dusre sheher mein aaya tha aur bas who hi wahan chale gaye the. Is naye sheher mein Ab yeh naya safar shuru ho chuka hai… jahaan meri sharm aur meri hawas, dono saath-saath chal rahi hain.
Har roz subah main apni favourite chiffon saree aur sleeveless blouse pehen kar vegetable market jaati hoon. Pehle hafte main thodi conservative thi – normal blouse, thoda sa deep neck, par cleavage nahi dikhati thi. Par un uncle logon ki nazrein aur unki baatein mujhe andar se kuch alag feel karwa deti thi.
Pehla din yaad hai… Main sabzi chun rahi thi aur piche se ek kaale, motey uncle ki awaaz aayi, “Arre Jhanvi bhabhi, aaj itni tight blouse pehen li? Lagta hai aapke ‘melons’ ko saans lene ki zarurat pad rahi hai.”
Main neeche jhuki thi, toh unki aankhein meri kamar aur gaand pe thi. Maine kuch nahi bola, bas muskurakar chup reh gayi. Par dil mein ek halki si garmi mehsoos hui.
Juice shop pe pahunchi toh wahan ka 48 saal ka kaala, bada sa uncle, Ramesh uncle, glass dete hue bola, “Bhabhi, aaj special thick juice banaun? Bahut creamy aur garam andar tak pahunchne wala… aapki figure ke hisaab se perfect rahega.”
Main sharma kar sirf “Normal hi de do uncle” bol diya. Par uski aankhein mere boobs pe tik gayi thi.
Kirana store mein toh mahaul hi alag tha. Teen-chaar hefty uncles hamesha baithte the – sab 40-50 ke, kaale, motey, aur hamesha horny. Ek ne bola, “Jhanvi ji, aaj saree mein bahut glow aa raha hai… shayad raat mein pati ne achhe se ‘serve’ kiya hoga?”
Main pehle hafte bilkul chup rehti. Bas cheezein le kar nikal jaati.
Lekin dheere dheere badalne lagi main.
Dusre hafte main sleeveless blouses pehenne lagi – arms poore khule, back deep cut. Jab main market mein jhukti, toh meri smooth peeth aur blouse ka deep cut saaf dikhta. Uncles ke muh khul jaate.
Ek din sabzi wala uncle ne kaha, “Bhabhi, aaj toh back bilkul khula chhod rakha hai… thand lag jaayegi. Chahiye toh hum garam haathon se seka de?”
Maine pehli baar halka sa smile kiya aur bola, “Uncle, aapke haath toh bahut garam hain… par main sambhal lungi.”
Juice shop pe Ramesh uncle ne aankh maari, “Bhabhi, aaj blouse mein se bahut ‘juice’ tapak raha hai lagta hai. Special creamy milkshake banaun aaj? Bahut thick aur sticky… andar tak gehraai tak pahunchega.”
Maine thoda jhuk kar, apne bade boobs ko aur highlight karte hue kaha, “Uncle, thoda kam hi daalna… warna overflow ho jaayega.”
Teesre hafte main puri tarah badal chuki thi.
Ab main bahut deep cleavage wale, tight sleeveless blouses pehenti thi. Mere heavy boobs kaam se kaam 50% dikh rahe hote, blouse itna low-cut ki bra ka lace bhi halka sa dikhta. Saree bilkul transparent chiffon ki – andar ka petticoat aur thighs ki line saaf dikh rahi hoti. Jab main chalti, toh saree meri gaand pe tight padti aur har kadam mein hips hilte.
Aaj subah bhi main aisi hi dressed thi.
Vegetable market mein jaise hi main jhuki, sabzi wala uncle saans rok kar bola, “Hayee Jhanvi bhabhi… aaj toh cleavage se doodh nikalne wala hai! Itne bade aur tight ‘tamatar’ kab se laayi ho? Hum bhi chakhna chahte hain thoda sa.”
Maine muskurate hue, apni saree thodi aur neeche kheench kar cleavage aur gehra karte hue kaha, “Uncle, sirf dekhne ki hi adat hai aapki? Chakhna hai toh boliye na… par haath nahi lagaane ka waada hai na?”
Unka chehra laal pad gaya. Woh sirf dekh sakte the, chhoo nahi sakte the.
Juice shop pahunchi. Ramesh uncle ki aankhein mere boobs pe atak gayi. Usne bola, “Bhabhi, aaj toh aapke ‘juicy melons’ se pura market garam ho raha hai. Special thick, creamy, aur bahut gehra juice banaun? Aapki chutiyon ke andar tak thanda karega… aur bahar se garam.”
Maine apne boobs ko thoda sa upar dhakel kar, unhe aur bada dikhate hue flirt kiya, “Uncle, aap toh bahut experienced lagte ho… par sirf baatein hi karte ho. Kabhi asli juice pilaya hai kisi ko? Ya sirf glass mein hi daalte ho?”
Woh hans pada, “Bhabhi, agar aap allow karo toh main apna pura ‘jug’ khali kar doon aapke andar.”
Main hasi aur boli, “Jug toh dekhti hoon… par andar tak pahunchane ki himmat hai bhi aapmein?”
Last mein kirana store.
Wahan sabse maza aata tha. Jaise hi main andar gayi, sab uncles ki nazrein meri transparent saree, deep cleavage aur hilti hui gaand pe pad gayi.
Ek uncle bola, “Jhanvi madam, yeh transparent saree mein toh pura ‘maal’ dikh raha hai. Andar kya pehna hai? Ya kuch nahi?”
Maine dheere se ghum kar apni gaand unki taraf karte hue kaha, “Uncle, dekh lo na… sab dikh raha hai toh. Par haath mat lagana, warna main chillaa dungi.”
Dusra uncle, jo sabse mota tha, saans phoolte hue bola, “Bhabhi, aapki gaand itni gol aur tight… ek baar press kar loon toh jaan nikal jaayegi. Aapke pati ko pata hai ki unki biwi itni ‘hot maal’ hai?”
Maine unke saamne jhuk kar, apne boobs ko aur gehra dikhate hue seductive awaaz mein kaha, “Pati toh bahar hai… aur main yahan aap logon ke saath maze le rahi hoon. Aap log sirf baatein karte ho, par mujhe toh ab asli maza chahiye… kab tak sirf nazron se hi chodoge mujhe?”
Sab uncles ke muh khul gaye. Unki aankhon mein pure lust tha. Woh mujhe chodna chahte the, par sirf baaton aur nazron se hi.
Main unke saamne apni saree thodi adjust karti, boobs hilati, hips ghumati… aur unke double meaning ka jawab double meaning mein deti.
Andar se main bhi bahut garam ho chuki thi. Unki horny nazrein, unki gandi baatein, aur yeh feeling ki woh mujhe chhoo nahi sakte… sab kuch mujhe aur zyada wet kar deta tha.
Har roz yeh khel chalta rehta. Main jaanti thi ki yeh dangerous hai, par yeh excitement mujhe rok nahi paa rahi thi.
Ab main har roz aur gehra blouse, aur transparent saree pehen kar jaati hoon… taaki un uncle logon ko aur tadpa saku.
Aur woh tadapte rehte hain… sirf dekh kar, baatein kar .
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Aaj subah bus strike ho gaya tha, pura market mein afra-tafri machi hui thi. Main apni routine shopping karne nikal hi chuki thi – aaj bhi wohi look, bilkul transparent red chiffon saree, andar sirf halka sa black petticoat, aur blouse? Bahut tight sleeveless, itna deep neck ki mere bade-bade tight boobs ka 70% hissa bahar jhaank raha tha. Nipples ke upar sirf thin fabric, bra nahi pehni thi. Jab main chalti, boobs zor-zor se hilte aur gaand pe saree itni tight ki meri moti gaand ki shape saaf dikh rahi thi.
Koi option nahi tha, mujhe ek six-seater sharing auto mein baithna pada. Auto mein already 6 log the – 2 auratein (ek middle-aged aunty aur main) aur 4 mard. Sab mard 40-50 ke, kaale, motey-taazey, hefty body wale, bilkul wohi uncle type jo market mein mujhe tadpaate the. Auto chhota sa tha, seats tight, sab ek dusre se sata hua baith rahe the.
Pehle stop pe aunty ne utar liya. Ab 5 log bache – main aur 4 mard. Dusre stop pe dusri aurat bhi utar gayi. Teesre stop tak sirf main aur woh chaar mard bache the. Auto ab khali sa ho gaya tha, par main beech mein baithi thi, aur woh chaar log charon taraf se mujhe gher ke baith gaye the. Unki garam saansein mere kaan tak pahunch rahi thi, aur auto ke har jhatke mein mera badan unke badan se ragad kha raha tha.
Woh log aapas mein hi baat kar rahe the, par har baat double meaning aur gandi innuendo se bhari hui thi. Mujhe bilkul sharm aa rahi thi, chehra laal ho raha tha, par andar se ek ajeeb si garmi badh rahi thi. Meri chut dheere-dheere geeli hone lagi thi unki baaton se.
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Sabse mota wala uncle (jo mere bilkul bagal mein baitha tha) pehle bola, dusre ko dekhte hue:
“Arey bhai, aaj toh yeh tight packing wali cheez bahut garam lag rahi hai na? Dekho kitni bhaari-bhaari hai upar se… lagta hai doodh se phati pad rahi hai. Ek baar zor se dabao toh pura ras nikal aaye.”
Dusra uncle (mere saamne baitha) hans kar bola, “Haan yaar, aur neeche bhi dekho… kitni moti aur ubhari hui hai. Aisi cheez ko peeche se pakad kar zor-zor se thokna padta hai, warna control hi nahi hota. Kitni der tak leg paayegi woh?”
Teesra uncle, jo mere left side pe tha, apni taang thodi si meri taraf failate hue bola, “Bhai, aur yeh kapda bhi kitna patla hai… andar ka sab kuch dikh raha hai. Lagta hai andar bahut geela ho raha hoga aisi garmi mein. Koi thanda karne wala juice chahiye kya isko? Bahut creamy aur thick wala jo andar tak pahunche.”
Chautha uncle ne muskura kar kaha, “Arre, aur upar wale mamme dekho… itne bade aur tight, blouse se bahar nikalne ko betab. Soch raha hoon ek baar muh laga kar chusun toh kitna doodh nikaal paaunga. Aur yeh hips… har jhatke mein hil rahi hai jaise invite kar rahi ho. Koi experienced haath chahiye isko thokne ke liye.”
Mere bagal wala mota uncle phir se bola, saans phoolte hue, “Yaar, aisi aurat ko dekh kar toh lund khada ho hi jaata hai. Socho zara, agar isko ghodi bana kar peeche se pakda jaye aur zor-zor se dhakke maare jayen… kitna maal andar bhar sakte hain? Chut bhi tight hogi, gaand bhi… dono holes ek saath bhar do toh mazaa aa jaaye.”
Unki har baat mujhe bilkul sharmila kar rahi thi. Main sirf neeche dekhe ja rahi thi, haath saree ke pallu mein jakde hue, par andar se meri chut bahut geeli ho chuki thi. Nipples sakht ho kar blouse ke upar se dikhne lage the. Har baar jab auto jhatka khata, mera badan unke badan se ragadta aur mujhe aur garam kar deta.
Main kuch nahi bol paa rahi thi, bas chup-chaap sun rahi thi. Sharm se mera chehra laal tha, par andar man mein ek pyas jag rahi thi – unki gandi baatein, unki nazrein mere boobs aur gaand pe, aur yeh feeling ki woh mujhe chodne ki baatein kar rahe hain… sab kuch mujhe bahut zyada tadpa raha tha.
Auto abhi bhi chal raha tha, aur woh chaar log aapas mein aur gandi baatein karte ja rahe the. Main sirf sun rahi thi… aur andar se aag se jal rahi thi.
Kya hoga aage? Mujhe khud nahi pata tha… par yeh sharm aur garmi ka khel ab rukne wala nahi tha.
Koi option nahi tha, mujhe ek six-seater sharing auto mein baithna pada. Auto mein already 6 log the – 2 auratein (ek middle-aged aunty aur main) aur 4 mard. Sab mard 40-50 ke, kaale, motey-taazey, hefty body wale, bilkul wohi uncle type jo market mein mujhe tadpaate the. Auto chhota sa tha, seats tight, sab ek dusre se sata hua baith rahe the.
Pehle stop pe aunty ne utar liya. Ab 5 log bache – main aur 4 mard. Dusre stop pe dusri aurat bhi utar gayi. Teesre stop tak sirf main aur woh chaar mard bache the. Auto ab khali sa ho gaya tha, par main beech mein baithi thi, aur woh chaar log charon taraf se mujhe gher ke baith gaye the. Unki garam saansein mere kaan tak pahunch rahi thi, aur auto ke har jhatke mein mera badan unke badan se ragad kha raha tha.
Woh log aapas mein hi baat kar rahe the, par har baat double meaning aur gandi innuendo se bhari hui thi. Mujhe bilkul sharm aa rahi thi, chehra laal ho raha tha, par andar se ek ajeeb si garmi badh rahi thi. Meri chut dheere-dheere geeli hone lagi thi unki baaton se.
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Sabse mota wala uncle (jo mere bilkul bagal mein baitha tha) pehle bola, dusre ko dekhte hue:
“Arey bhai, aaj toh yeh tight packing wali cheez bahut garam lag rahi hai na? Dekho kitni bhaari-bhaari hai upar se… lagta hai doodh se phati pad rahi hai. Ek baar zor se dabao toh pura ras nikal aaye.”
Dusra uncle (mere saamne baitha) hans kar bola, “Haan yaar, aur neeche bhi dekho… kitni moti aur ubhari hui hai. Aisi cheez ko peeche se pakad kar zor-zor se thokna padta hai, warna control hi nahi hota. Kitni der tak leg paayegi woh?”
Teesra uncle, jo mere left side pe tha, apni taang thodi si meri taraf failate hue bola, “Bhai, aur yeh kapda bhi kitna patla hai… andar ka sab kuch dikh raha hai. Lagta hai andar bahut geela ho raha hoga aisi garmi mein. Koi thanda karne wala juice chahiye kya isko? Bahut creamy aur thick wala jo andar tak pahunche.”
Chautha uncle ne muskura kar kaha, “Arre, aur upar wale mamme dekho… itne bade aur tight, blouse se bahar nikalne ko betab. Soch raha hoon ek baar muh laga kar chusun toh kitna doodh nikaal paaunga. Aur yeh hips… har jhatke mein hil rahi hai jaise invite kar rahi ho. Koi experienced haath chahiye isko thokne ke liye.”
Mere bagal wala mota uncle phir se bola, saans phoolte hue, “Yaar, aisi aurat ko dekh kar toh lund khada ho hi jaata hai. Socho zara, agar isko ghodi bana kar peeche se pakda jaye aur zor-zor se dhakke maare jayen… kitna maal andar bhar sakte hain? Chut bhi tight hogi, gaand bhi… dono holes ek saath bhar do toh mazaa aa jaaye.”
Unki har baat mujhe bilkul sharmila kar rahi thi. Main sirf neeche dekhe ja rahi thi, haath saree ke pallu mein jakde hue, par andar se meri chut bahut geeli ho chuki thi. Nipples sakht ho kar blouse ke upar se dikhne lage the. Har baar jab auto jhatka khata, mera badan unke badan se ragadta aur mujhe aur garam kar deta.
Main kuch nahi bol paa rahi thi, bas chup-chaap sun rahi thi. Sharm se mera chehra laal tha, par andar man mein ek pyas jag rahi thi – unki gandi baatein, unki nazrein mere boobs aur gaand pe, aur yeh feeling ki woh mujhe chodne ki baatein kar rahe hain… sab kuch mujhe bahut zyada tadpa raha tha.
Auto abhi bhi chal raha tha, aur woh chaar log aapas mein aur gandi baatein karte ja rahe the. Main sirf sun rahi thi… aur andar se aag se jal rahi thi.
Kya hoga aage? Mujhe khud nahi pata tha… par yeh sharm aur garmi ka khel ab rukne wala nahi tha.
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