Because of a friend of mine, I got a chance to fuck a Hindi Bhabhi. That sister-in-law is my friend’s girlfriend’s aunt. I tried to impress him by following his advice.
Hello friends, my name is Deepak, I am 33 years old.
Due to my special interest in sex and habit of masturbation since childhood, I did not gain much weight.
But growing something is enough to make any woman happy.
I’m five foot ten and have never had my penis measured, but judging by the breath of the girls I’ve been with, I think my penis has the ability to please any woman from the inside out.
Apart from being a writer, I am also a regular reader of Antarvasna. I wanted to share my sexual experiences with you for a long time, but lack of time stopped me.
Today I am writing my first Hindi Bhabhi sex story for you.
This is not the story of my first time having sex, but the story of my last time having sex.
I have just changed the names of some places and people.
During Covid, my new startup failed and I had to leave Delhi and restart my business in Ahmedabad, so I came here.
Time passed and my startup started doing well.
Since I always worked for money, I never focused on sex.
Sometimes, when I wake up at 3-4 in the morning, drenched in sweat and after some effort read end lust story here and masturbate to correct myself.
Early in the morning, I would go out and find new customers for my startup.
At the same time, I started making friends with people here.
Gradually I started socializing with them.
During work I met a man of about fifty years of age, but he was also a very colorful person.
His name is Dharmesh.
One evening after work, Damish and I were sitting at a tea shop talking.
Then he mentioned his twenty-five year old girlfriend and asked me to find a way to impress her aunt. Because of this, when I take him out for a walk, Dharmesh goes to meet his girlfriend.
He told us that they lived in Vadodara and his girlfriend lived with her aunt since her childhood. Her aunt’s husband lives in Dubai. He also has a son who has gone to Australia for studies.
When she told this, she wanted to know the age of her aunt and on asking, Dharmesh said – Deepak Bhai, what is the age limit, you have to get married.
I also think that when I have sex with girls younger than me I tell myself that age is a numbers game.
When my curiosity increased, I asked him – But Dharmesh Bhai, how should I talk to him, what should I do next?
“Use your art,” Demish said.
Then he gave me Soumya’s WhatsApp number.
We kept talking about this and that. We have been talking about this for some time.
Affected by the new coronavirus epidemic, it was announced that a curfew would be reimposed from 9 p.m.
But I had to reach home on time, so I paid and started going home on my bike.
Apart from this, I also enjoyed listening to Dharmesh’s sex stories.
While walking on the road, suddenly I remembered Soumya and I could not control myself.
I stopped the bike half way, took out a cigarette from my pocket, put it in my mouth, took out a lighter from one pocket and lit the cigarette with my mobile phone from the other pocket. First of all I checked the number given by Dharmesh on True Caller.
After confirming her name, I saved her phone number thinking that I can see her photo in WhatsApp DP.
Tried to search but the DP was empty, maybe he had put the security number on it.
I couldn’t express my curiosity at that time, so I mustered up the courage to call her.
She picked up the phone and I felt my body begin to tremble after hearing her voice for the first time.
”Hello, who are you calling?” In the brief silence her sweet voice was like a string of pearls.
When I did not have any answer, I said – I am Deepak didi and want to talk to Soumya.
He was surprised at this and said – Soumya or Soumya?
I said- Soumya didi, I am his MD and he works at my place only.
“Sorry, you dialed the wrong number!” He hung up the phone.
Those words seemed to satisfy my sexual desire – sorry, wrong number.
I extinguished my cigarette, started my bike, walked towards my house, parked my bike in the parking lot and started walking towards the lift.
As I was leaving, I was thinking about two things, what to have for dinner, and why I shouldn’t be on the phone.
I pressed the lift call button and waited for the lift to come down.
Then I thought of writing him an apology on WhatsApp.
When I opened WhatsApp the lift had stopped.
When I went to the lift, I opened Soumya’s WhatsApp number and I was shocked.
She probably has saved my phone number and I can see her WhatsApp profile picture.
The lift is down and the internet is also down!
I realized I hadn’t gone in and pressed the button for the seventh floor.
Then he turned and ordered the elevator to go up.
I was curious and felt like a king.
Friends, she is wearing only one thing in the photo.
The way the body is taken care of makes people realize that age is a numbers game.
Then a few lines from WhatsApp status made my way easier.
These are the lines
: Say to Ka, these lamps of the heart,
they have just one hope!
Maybe these are his own pains.
The lift has reached the seventh floor.
While walking from there, I was waiting for the mobile signal to arrive.
I opened the lock and entered my apartment.
At that time mobile phones also had internet connection.
I looked at my watch, it was almost ten in the evening.
I kept my bag aside, took off my clothes, turned on the fan and lay down on the bed.
Now it’s my turn to write him an apology!
But how?
Can’t understand this.
Trying to think of something while writing, I wrote: Sorry, I don’t know how your number got saved in my phone. I speak to you as Soumya’s sister.
Even after this I wrote – Your voice is really beautiful.
But I wrote it thrice, thought about it thrice and then deleted it.
Eventually I ended the compliment with an apology.
After sending the message, I looked at his picture several times to see if he had read my message.
I don’t know when I fell asleep without eating.
But I woke up around one o’clock.
I’m thirsty. I went to the kitchen, brought water and went to bed.
I picked up the phone and checked the time. There is a message in my WhatsApp notification tray.
My attention suddenly went to the reply to the message sent to Soumya and I opened WhatsApp.
But I am disappointed.
That message was forwarded by my mother saying good night!
But I felt relieved to see an incident where Soumya read my message.
When I opened his WhatsApp profile I came to know that he is online now.
Now I am confused and don’t know what to do next and how to proceed with this.
I reposted a poem I wrote from the gallery.
After some time the message came – Wow, the author has not slept yet?
Such sudden news raised a question in my mind whether it was Demish who had told me this?
Who knows if you talked to him?
Without thinking, I asked back – No, I have just woken up, but how do you know that I am a writer?
He wrote, “When you got the call, your name was written as Deepak Writer in The Real Caller. Then I saw your sorry message and thought, it is night now, you must be sleeping. Then no reply came.
So I said- Well, I am a writer, so you have saved my number, do you want to write something?
The answer to my question came immediately – Yes, probably…otherwise you can’t even imagine how many such wrong numbers a woman would get.
After saying this, I should reply to him… Before that, his message comes – Okay, I want to write this, but I have a question and despite knowing the answer, I still have a question.
I wrote above – Come on, you ask the question first and we’ll talk about writing later!
His messages came so quickly, as if he had written the questions in advance.
“How do you know I saved your phone number?”
I was completely shocked by this question and wrote – What do you want me to write?
I tried to ignore his question.
He didn’t put any pressure on me and answered my question in two words – my story!
Hearing those two words makes me feel like a writer.
Our conversation is continuing.
Listening to her story, I realized that perhaps she needed me more than sex and perhaps my loneliness wanted to disappear in her arms.
While listening to her story I learned that even though she was divorced, she lied to everyone that she was married.
She had a love marriage but her husband cheated on her. They got married and settled in Dubai.
After the divorce, he sent her alimony.
Gradually our conversation progressed and we both started understanding each other completely.
I used to masturbate many times at night thinking about Soumya but never talked to her about sex on WhatsApp.
I kept making excuses in my mind to spend time with her.
One day I expressed my desire to do photography because I needed it.
Perhaps she was equally eager to meet and she immediately agreed.
Today is the time for Soumya and I to meet after a few months.
We decided to do an outdoor shoot at a resort, one at sunset and the other at full moon.
Then we had to spend the night in the same resort.
Soumya and I were already acquainted and I didn’t need to ask, I just booked a room for both of us.
That day we all talked a lot and during the photo shoot he touched different parts of my body many times due to which Saumya also started feeling uncomfortable.
But during the photoshoot when I was adjusting the saree, my hand touched her navel and suddenly I don’t know what happened, I held Soumya’s waist and pulled her towards me.
But the next moment I realized that my uncontrolled desire was wrong, I looked away and focused on the photo.
I was tired of taking pictures of her in three or four different outfits almost every hour from morning till night.
Saumya is also very tired, but she really looks no less than an angel in front of the camera.
Now we still have to take photos of the inside of the house, but we’ve already taken about thirty-five photos of the outside.
Perhaps, like me, he too was in a hurry to do something, so we both showed each other more tiredness than tiredness.
Now ready to enter the room.
Indoor filming is scheduled for another day.
After taking the room keys from the reception, we started going towards the room, the waiter was also walking behind us carrying our luggage.
Amidst the silence, along with the sound of our footsteps, I could also hear the sound of my own heartbeats.
For the first time, I was going to be in the same room with a woman almost twenty years older than me.
There was never any talk of sex between us.
But both were aware of each other’s incompleteness and probably believed that no one was fulfilling their needs right now.
We came inside the room, the waiter turned on the air conditioner and handed me the remote and after getting the tip, he started leaving from there.
Then Soumya called out and asked him for coffee while leaving and ordered tea for me.
As soon as the waiter went out, Soumya expressed her tiredness by raising both her hands and shuffling.
As soon as she raised her arms to embrace, friends, my inner lust had reached its peak.
Unlike the photo, today my Apsara was with me. Her 34″ round breast was stretching and moving upwards along with her arms.
When her t-shirt rose up from her 30″ waist, seeing the depth of her navel, I felt like grabbing her and starting to suck every part of her body.
“And Mr. Writer, have you started writing something for us?”
Without fearing my gaze, she moved towards the bed and lay down there.
“What should I write about you? “Should I write that pain of yours or should I write that smile that has come because of my arrival?”
Like me, she also got lost in thought due to that sudden poetry.
I sat near her feet in the bed.
The temperature of the room was decreasing and along with it the heater of my dreams was starting.
Without saying anything, my fingers started giving acupressure on her soles.
Closing her eyes she said – Oh, so our writer sir is also a poet and also gives good massages, multitalented!
It seemed as if I was sitting ready… I didn’t say anything.
I took out a lavender incense stick stand from my bag.
“What are you doing?”
Before I could answer… the doorbell rang.
I had forgotten that a tea and coffee had been ordered.
The waiter served the order and left.
“Nothing… I was trying something but perhaps time did not permit.” I replied, leaving the unfinished conversation behind the door.
I went to Soumya and served her coffee and also picked up my cup of tea in my hand.
“Let’s see today’s clicked photo.” Saying this, I took out my laptop from the bag and placed it on the bed and connected it to my camera.
I kept one leg down and the other on the bed and placed the laptop in front of me and turned on the laptop and opened the folder containing photos.
While looking at the photos, I felt as if I had forgotten everything.
I even forgot where I was.
It was as if I was feeling Soumya in her photos.
Her rosy lips and the intoxicating laughter adorned on them, and my eyes were descending deep into her throat.
“You are feeling cold, come upstairs to the bed!” While moving away from my shoulder and moving towards the head of the bed, Soumya was not giving me an order or a request, I could not tell.
And I didn’t even realize when she was looking at the photos over my shoulder.
Suddenly I remembered something and I said – Before the waiter came, you were asking what were you doing?
“Yes, it means you went near the bag and something came out.”
She looked curious and I understood her curiosity and said – Not like this, you look at the photo inside the blanket and then come out of the blanket after fifteen minutes!
Saying this, I reduced the temperature of the AC even further.
“Means limit.” Saying this he also agreed to my point.
I picked up my bag and started decorating the room as per my wish.
I wanted to make this moment the most beautiful moment of our life.
I lit incense sticks right in front of the bed and aroma candles around the bed, then took out a speaker from my bag, connected it to my mobile and played romantic tunes of old songs in a very low volume and turned off the lights and got inside the same blanket. Suddenly!
My body was touching her body.
We were very close but still probably nothing like sex.
My weapon was also sleeping.
I removed the blanket from her face…she just kept looking at me for some time.
The intoxicating fragrance and that tune of romantic songs… and suddenly Saumya was on my chest.
My left hand was on her head and my right hand was on her waist.
I could feel her and her inner heat even inside and there was some movement in my body too.
“Soumya, I started talking to you just to have some fun, but I didn’t realize when those talks turned into love. And I didn’t feel the need to ask your permission. It seems that perhaps that deep bond of feelings between us has become beyond words, I love you very much.”
After saying this, we both were looking into each other’s eyes.
While massaging Soumya’s head, my hand had reached her neck and the other hand was caressing her waist through her navel.
I was moving my lips towards her lips and Soumya was also slowly moving her neck towards me.
I closed my eyes.
Started feeling the outer surface of her lips with my tongue. Her lips were also slowly opening and my lips were finding a place and making their place inside.
The kiss started slowly! Her breathing was gradually increasing and now I was also sucking her lips.
Sometimes she would move her tongue forward, sometimes I would suck her tongue, sometimes it would hit it with my tongue.
One of my hands was moving inside her shirt to open her bra.
But perhaps the luck of her lips as well as her hands was very good, she was not wearing a bra.
One of my hands was pressing her boobs, while the other hand was on her neck which was making the kiss even more beautiful by pushing her towards me.
On the other hand, inside the underwear, my penis was surging with extreme pleasure.
After lip kissing for some time, I brought both my hands on her neck and took my lips behind her ear, then slowly opened my lips and placed my tongue behind her ear.
By doing this, the vibration of his body was telling about his condition.
I opened both my lips and started sucking her ears.
It seemed as if she was also getting desperate for the future.
मैंने अपने होंठों को उसके कान से हटाया और दाहिना हाथ फिर बेफिक्री से उसकी टीशर्ट के अंदर घुस गया और उसके वक्षों की गोलाई मसहूस करने लगा.
कभी कभी अपनी उंगली और अंगूठे से उसके टिट्स को दबाते हुए उसकी गर्दन पर कभी जीभ फ़िराता, कभी उसकी गर्दन को अपने होंठों से चूसता।
हम दोनों का शरीर एयर कंडीशनर की ठंडक को पछाड़ रहा था।
मैंने कम्बल को एक हाथ से दूसरी तरफ फेंक दिया और उसकी टीशर्ट उतार दी।
मैं बयां नहीं कर सकता उसकी खूबसूरती को … उसके गोलाकार बूब्स और उनके ऊपर गुलाबी चूचुक … मैंने उसके बूब्स के पास जाकर फिर से आँखें बंद कर लीं और अपने गालों से बारी बारी उसके बूब्स रगड़े और कुछ पलों के लिए उसके टिट्स भी चूसे।
फिर उसकी बांहें ऊपर करते हुए मैंने उसके बूब्स से जाते हुए उसके आर्म पिट्स (बगल) को दोनों होंठों से दबा लिया और चूसना शुरू कर दिया।
अभी तक दस पन्दरह मिनट से हम यहाँ तक पहुंचे थे और हमारे बीच बस सांसों की आवाजें ही बातें कर रही थी.
पीछे से आती गाने की धुन, ऐरकण्डीशनर पर भारी पड़ती एरोमा कैंडल्स की लौ, खुशबू को मादक बनाता अगरबत्ती का धुआँ और उसके पसीने में महकता उसका लगाया इत्र!
मैं खुद को उसके बूब्स चूसने से नहीं रोक पा रहा था.
पर मेरी टीशर्ट हमारे बीच में थी.
मैंने पहले उसे उतारने की सोची, वो मेरे सामने आँख बंद करके लेटी हुई थी और मैंने अपना प्लान बदलते हुए सीधे उसका लोअर और पैंटी खोलते हुए उसकी चूत को किस करना शरू कर दिया.
वो शायद इसके लिए एकदम से तैयार नहीं थी और जैसे ही मेरी जीभ ने उसकी चूत को छुआ उसके मुँह से आवाज निकल गई- आअ ह्ह आज मुझे पूरा कर दो दीपक!
यह बोलते हुए दोनों हाथों से मेरे सर को पकड़कर अपनी चूत के छेद पर ले आयी और मैं पागलों की तरह उसकी चूत को चाट रहा था।
उसके छोटे छोटे ट्रिम बाल बता रहे थे कि उसने आज ही ट्रिम किये हैं.
मेरे गाल उसकी जाँघों की गिरफ्त में थे और आज जुबान बिना शोर किये आज़ादी से चल रही थी.
मैं उसको काफी देर तक अपनी जीभ से चोदता रहा.
तभी मुझे उसके गोल बूब्स याद आ गए और मैं अपनी जीभ को उसके छेद से निकालते हुए ऊपर की तरफ जाने लगा।
फिर बूब्स से पहले मेरी जीभ उसकी गहरी नाभि से टकराई और मैंने उसकी चूत में एक उंगली डालते हुए उसकी नाभि को चूसना शुरू कर दिया.
उधर से सौम्या भी चुदने के लिए बेताब हो रही थी- दीपक प्लीज अब अंदर डाल दो!
मैंने उसकी विनती अनसुनी कर दी और सीधे उसके बूब्स पर टूट पड़ा.
कभी मैं दोनों हथेलियों से उसकी नरमी का अहसास करता तो कभी उनको चूसते हुए परम आनंद का अनुभव करता।
“प्लीज दीपक, अंदर डालो!” वो चुदने के लिए बेताब हो रही थी.
मेरा लंड भी मेरी नाभि तक आ गया था।
मैंने उसको अपने बॉक्सर से आजाद कर दिया।
अब सौम्या और मैं हम दोनों ही एक दूसरे के सामने निर्वस्त्र थे, आमने सामने!
“बाप रे! ये बहुत बड़ा है।” सौम्या ने मेरे लंड को देखकर कहा.
“बचपन की मेहनत और मालिश का नतीजा है.” मैंने गर्व के साथ जवाब दिया.
“प्लीज अंदर डालो ना दीपक … मैं तड़प रही हूँ.”
मैं खुद ही अंदर डालने वाला था पर उसकी तड़प ने मुझे कुछ और करने को कहा.
मैं तकिये पर लेट गया और उसको ऊपर आने को कहा।
वो मेरे लंड पर एडजस्ट करके बैठने की कोशिश कर रही थी कि मैं अचानक उठा और उसकी कमर से उसको अपने होंठों की तरफ खींचने की कोशिश करी.
वह कुछ समझती, इससे पहले मैंने उसकी चूत को अपने होंठों के बीच एडजस्ट किया और उसको अपने होंठों के ऊपर बैठा लिया.
“आह! दीपक क्या कर रहे हो? आअह बहुत मजा आ रहा है.”
मैंने उसके जवाब में उसको और मजे देने के लिए उसकी चूत को अच्छी तरह से चाटना शुरू कर दिया.
उसकी चिल्लाने की आवाज बढ़ रही थी, मैंने उसकी चूत चूसते चूसते ही मोबाइल से धुन की आवाज बढ़ा दी और कुछ देर होंठ और चूत की बातों के बाद अब मेरा लंड भी हिसाब मांगने को भयंकर रूप में खड़ा हो गया था.
अब मैंने उसको सिराहने की तरफ लेटाया और उसके ऊपर आ गया।
उसको फिर से गर्म करने के लिए मैंने अपने लंड को उसकी चूत में रगड़ना शुरू किया.
बहुत ही जल्द वो दोबारा गर्म होना शुरू हुई.
जब उससे रहा नहीं गया तब उसने खुद को ऊपर धकेल कर मेरे पूरे लंड को मानो अपने अंदर समा लिया हो।
उसकी चूत बहुत टाइट थी, मेरा लंड भी अपनी मंजिल पर सुखद आनंद का अनुभव ले रहा था.
हर धक्के के साथ सौम्या की चीखें बता रही थी कि हम दोनों ही पूरा एन्जॉय कर रहे हैं।
मैंने उसके बूब्स से हाथ हटा कर उसकी गांड के नीचे रख दिए और हर धक्के के साथ मैं उसकी गांड को दबा रहा था।
उसने दोनों टाँगों से मेरी कमर जकड़ ली, मैं पूरी तरह खोया हुआ था, पसीना पसीना होते हुए मैं परम सुख पर पहुंचने वाला था.
पर मैंने कंट्रोल करते हुए लंड बाहर निकाल लिया.
वो पूरी तरह उसके पानी से भीगा हुआ था.
इतना मोटा और लम्बा मैंने खुद अपने लंड को आज तक नहीं देखा था.
उसकी नसें दिख रही थीं.
जब मैं कपड़े से साफ़ कर रहा था, तब कुछ बूँद वीर्य निकला.
पर उससे लंड शांत नहीं हुआ था.
मैंने सौम्या को पोजीशन बदलने के लिए कहा.
अब उसकी पीठ मेरी तरफ थी.
मैंने पहले उसे पीछे से हग किया, उसके बूब्स मसलने शुरू किये.
फिर धीरे धीरे दूसरे हाथ से अपना लंड उसके छेद में एडजस्ट किया और एक झटके में लंड अंदर डाल दिया.
वो उस वक्त बहुत तेज़ चिल्लाई.
उसके दर्द का अहसास पाकर मैं कुछ देर के लिए वैसे ही रुक गया और उसके बूब्स मसले।
अब जब दोबारा उसकी चीख और कराहना बंद हुआ, तब मैंने धीरे धीरे अपने लंड को अंदर बाहर करना शुरू किया.
अचानक से मैंने स्पीड बढ़ाई और उसकी मादक आवाज उसके सुख को दर्शा रही थी।
यूट्यूब की वो धुनें डेढ़ घंटे की थी, वो भी ख़त्म हो गयी, मैं अभी भी पसीने से तरबतर सौम्या को चोद रहा था.
पर परमसुख पाने से पहले मैंने अपना लंड बाहर निकाल दिया और अपना ध्यान भटकाने के लिए फ़ोन से दूसरी धुन लगाई.
उसके बाद मैंने सौम्या को घोड़ी बनने को कहा.
“दीपक, बहुत दर्द हो रहा है.”
ये सुनने के बाद मैंने उसे दोबारा अपने करीब लेटा लिया।
हम दोनों नंगे थे।
शायद सौम्या काफी बार झड़ चुकी थी पर मैंने अपने आप को झड़ने से रोका हुआ था।
सौम्या के आँखों में एक चमक थी.
हम दोनों इधर उधर की और अपने सपनों की बात करने लगे.
“दीपक, शायद छह महीने बाद मैं अपने बेटे ऋषभ के पास चली जाऊं!” जब सौम्या ने पहली मुलाक़ात में ही जाने की बात कही तब मुझे बिल्कुल भी दुःख नहीं हुआ।
शायद उसके लिए मेरा प्यार मिलन या सेक्स की बंदिशों से दूर था.
मुझे इस बात की खुशी हुई कि वहां सौम्या अपने बेटे के साथ रहेगी तो शायद वो मुझसे ज्यादा केयर उधर से पा सके।
मैंने सौम्या का हाथ पकड़ा और अपनी छाती पर रख कर उसे ये सब बताया।
धीरे धीरे सौम्या का हाथ मेरे लंड की तरफ बढ़ रहा था और इसका अहसास पा कर वह भी जो आधा सोया था बढ़ रहा था।
कुछ पलों में मेरा लंड सौम्या के हाथों में था और उसके कुछ वक्त बाद वो मेरी टांगों के बीच में आयी.
अब मेरा लंड उसके मुँह में था.
मैंने कभी नहीं सोचा था इस पल के बारे में!
सौम्या मेरी दोनों टांगो के बीच थी और जिस तरह से वह मेरा लंड चूस रही थी, उसका आनंद शायद शब्दों में बयां करना थोड़ा मुश्किल है।
लंड को चूसते हुए वो मेरे नीचे लटकते अण्डों को अपनी हथेली की गर्मी देते हुए सहला रही थी.
अब मुझसे नहीं रहा गया, मैंने सौम्या को अपने लंड पर बैठने के लिए कहा।
सौम्या शायद चुदने के लिए दोबारा तैयार थी, उसने मेरी बात मानी।
वाह … कितना प्यारा पल था।
मोमबत्तियां बुझ चुकी थीं, सौम्या तेज़ तेज मादक आवाजें निकालते हुए मेरे लंड को तृप्त करने की कोशिश कर रही थी.
मेरे दोनों हाथ उसकी जाँघों पर थे और आँखें बंद!
मैं परम आनंद की तरफ बढ़ रहा था।
मैंने उसके धक्कों को अपने हाथ का सहारा देकर और तेज़ किया.
सिर्फ मैं नहीं, हम दोनों एक दूसरे को चोद रहे थे.
और हम सेक्स को कर नहीं रहे थे, उसे जी रहे थे.
सौम्या की तेज़ आहें और धक्कों की गति बता रही थी कि वह फिर से झड़ने वाली है और मैं अपने लंड को अंदर बहार आँख खोलकर जाते देखने लगा।
उसके धक्कों के साथ मेरी छाती पर उसकी पकड़ ने नाखूनों के निशान बना दिए थे और हम दोनों की ही सांसें बहुत तेज़ थीं.
मैं भी झड़ने ही वाला था.
और सौम्या ने एक धक्का ऐसा दिया कि मैं उसकी चूत में पूरी तरह झड़ गया था.
और उसकी ढीली होती पकड़ ने बता दिया कि उस रात इस बार हम साथ में ही झड़े थे।
हिंदी भाभी की चुदाई के बाद हम नंगे ही एक दूसरे की बांहों में सो गए।
दोस्तो, उस रात हम दोनों ही पूरी तरह तृप्त थे.
यही नहीं, सुबह उठकर भी हमने चाय से पहले उसके बाद नाश्ते के बाद और होटल चेकआउट करने से पहले भी बहुत सेक्स किया।
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