Erotica Games with no rules

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Chapter Seven: The Wild Date

Sumit ne apni car Phoenix mall mein park ki. Boot khola. Wahan pe tha uska arsenal — multiple gifts. Watches. Perfumes. Dresses. Lingerie. Sab expensive brands. Sab ek purpose ke liye.

Uske secretary Rashi ne ek poora din spend kiya tha mall mein. Uske credit cards max out kiye. Par Sumit jaanta tha ke woh right shopper thi. Usne 50% recovery bhi kar li thi Rashi se — agle 3 din apne cabin mein. Aur baaki 50% next week hogi.

Investment, Sumit ne socha. Yeh sab necessary spends hain. Yeh gifts meri Saalis ke bed tak pahunchayenge.




Woh crisp white shirt aur formal pants mein tha. Shoes polished. Look perfect. Businessman on a "meeting."

Raaste mein usne 2 recliner tickets book kar liye the movie ke. 4 PM show. Jaan bujhke. Pehle ek ghanta Mira ke saath. Bas wohi chahiye tha.

Boot mein se ek watch aur ek perfume uthaya. Chhote gifts. Par most expensive. Aise jo Mira easily apni car mein chhupa sake.

Usne message kiya. Aur Social pub ki taraf badha — same floor jahan PVR multiplex tha.

Ek floor neeche, parking mein, Mira ne apni car park ki thi. Makeup mein final touches de rahi thi.

Usne short business skirt pehni thi. Tight. Aur ek tight shirt. Buttons almost pop hone wale the. White shirt. Aur uske neeche? Red bra. Dik rahi thi clearly.

Woh red bra? Rajat ka gift tha. Toh at least yeh expense toh Khanna family ki khushi mein hi gaya tha.

Yeh daring dress woh office mein nahi pehen ke gayi thi. Boring formals pehne the. Par uske paas hamesha 2 sets ready rehte the office mein — bas right moment ke liye. Aur haan, yeh the right moment tha.

Purple nightie haar gayi, Mira ne socha, lipstick apply karte hue. Ab yeh skirt jeetegi.




XYZ movie flop thi. Woh jaanti thi. Weekday afternoon. Hall empty hoga. Woh exactly wohi chahti thi.

Uska phone buzz hua. Sumit Jiju ka message.

"Movie booked for 4. We have one hour. Lets have 2 drinks. Meet me at Social."

Clear tha. Koi business meeting nahi. Bas fun. Jija-Saali mating.

Mira ne smile kiya. Social Pub ki taraf badhi. Entrance pe, carefully, usne apne shirt ka top button khol diya. Cleavage aur zyada visible.

Aur phir woh dark booth ki taraf badhi — corner mein, jahan Sumit baitha tha. Intezaar mein. Uske gifts ke saath. Uske plans ke saath.

Game on, Jiju, Mira ne socha, unki eyes mein dekhte hue.

Let's see who wins this wild date.

 

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Chapter Eight: The Wild Date Part 2

Narrator View

Mira ne dark booth tak pahunchi. Samne ki seat pe baithne wali thi. Par Sumit ne haath uthaya, apni taraf ishara kiya.

"Yahan baitho," usne kaha, awaaz mein woh authority thi jo businessman mein hoti hai.

Mira ne socha. Ek pal. Phir consent diya. Uski skirt ke saath adjust karte hue woh Sumit ke side mein slide hui. Ab unki thighs touch ho rahi thi. Close. Very close.

Sumit ne waiter ko bulaya. "Do vodka martinis. Aur chicken popcorn."

Drinks aaye. Peete hue. Baatein hoti rahi — business, family, Delhi ki garmi. Par time ke saath distance kam hota gaya. Pehla martini khatam hote hote, Sumit ka haath Mira ki waist pe tha. Dheere se. Naturally. Jaise yeh uski jagah ho.

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Sumit's Perspective

Pehla move, maine socha.

Mera haath table ke neeche slide kiya. Slow. Soft. Guise mein. Mira ki white shirt ke neeche. Uske curves ko feel karna shuru kiya. Table upar tha, koi dekh nahi sakta tha. Mira ki aankhen badi hui, par usne kuch nahi kaha. Uske lips part hue. Soft gasp.

Too easy maine socha, smile chhupate hue.

Maine doosra round mangaaya. Large whiskey. Apne liye. Gulp mein khatam. Aur doosri. Mira abhi apna martini pe rahi thi. Main uske closer gaya. Mere lips uske neck pe. Soft kisses. Cheeks pe. Whisper mein kuch kaha — shayad "beautiful" ya "sexy," mujhe khud yaad nahi. Bas uski skin ka taste yaad hai. Aur phir... mera haath uske right breast pe. Grab. Full. Firm.

Meri Saali maine socha. Meri




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Mira's Perspective

Doosri Vodka Martini. Jiju ke moves. Mera mood ban raha tha. Garam. Wet. Par main easy nahi khelna chahti thi. Yeh game tha. Main player thi.

Maine oppose kiya. Haath roka. Nazrein neeche ki. "Jiju, yahan public place hai," maine kaha, sharmate hue bhi, oppose karte hue bhi.

Sumit ne sorry kaha. Haath hataya. Moved away. Par phir... usne sofa ke peeche se gifts nikale. Boxes. Bags. Mere liye.

Maine khole. Watch. Perfume. Dress. Lingerie. Expensive. Beautiful. Mere favourite Jiju. Itna thoughtful. Itna generous.

Main khush ho gayi. Excited. Arms flung around him. Hug. Tight. Full of gratitude. Full of desire.

Par Sumit ne poora use kiya. Hug ka. Pehle mujhe pata bhi nahi chala. Uske lips mere lips pe. Soft kiss. Quick. Par electric.




Main flustered ho gayi. Cheeks red. Heart racing. "Jiju, yahan nahi," maine kaha, whisper mein. "Public place. Movie chalte hain."

Sumit ne agree kiya. Par uska arm? Woh tightly wrapped around mein. Like a couple. Like lovers. Hum dono uthe, hall ki taraf badhe.

Main jaanti thi. Yeh bas shuruat thi. Start of a long wild date. Aur abhi toh raat baki thi.

Game on, Jiju maine socha, unke arm ke neeche chalte hue.

Ab dekhte hain kaun jeetata hai.

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Chapter Nine: The Wild Date Part 3

Hum hall ke andar gaye. Sumit ka phone baja. Uske dad.

"Business call hai," usne kaha. "Tum jao, main aata hoon."

Main aage badhi. Tabhi... mera phone baja.

Pooja Didi.

Oh fuck.

Woh feeling. Jaise koi chori pakad li ho. Aur chori kya thi? Uske pati ko chheen ne ki koshish. Uske husband ke saath... yeh sab.

Normal call thi. Pooja didi ne pucha ke kya chal raha hai. Maine jhoot bola. Busy office day. Kaam ka bojh. 5-10 minute mein call khatam kiya. Par mera dil tez dhadak raha tha.

Main apni seat pe pahunchi. Plush recliner. Rest mode pe daala. Laid down. Meri aankhen screen pe thi par dimaag kahin aur. Hum kya kar rahe hain? Yeh galat tha. Par sahi bhi. Pata nahi.

5 minute baad Sumit aaye. Movie chal chuki thi. Dim lights. Unhone dekha ke kuch off tha. Woh pro player tha. Woh jaanta tha. Bina kuch kahe, quietly apni seat pe baith gaya.

15 minute beet gaye. Main movie mein distract karne ki koshish kar rahi thi. Par phir... item song aaya.

Heroine. Tight chaniya choli mein. Curves move kar rahi thi. Double meaning lyrics. "Chikni chameli..." woh type ka gaana.

Sumit ne stealthily adjustable headrest move kiya. Slowly. Dheere se mere paas aaya. Mujhe pata bhi nahi chala.

Woh jaanta tha ke arousal phir se karna padega. Usne softly mera chin uthaya. Aur apne lips mere lips pe rakh diye.

Yeh wohi kiss nahi tha jo pub mein tha. Yeh passionate tha. Longer. Deeper.

"Jiju, no," maine oppose kiya, whisper mein.

Usne koi attention nahi di. Phir se apne lips rakh diye. Par abhi tak sirf lips active the. Koi mischief nahi haathon se. Sirf lips. Mera lower lip suck kar raha tha. Slowly. Sensually.

Third kiss. Unki tongue mere muh mein ghusna chahti thi. Main allow nahi kar rahi thi. Lips bandh rakhe. Par unhone mera hip pakda. Over my skirt. Grab kiya. Tight.

Meri lips gasp mein khuli. Aur unki tongue andar chali gayi.

Agle 5 minute. Dono tongues khel rahi thi. Playing. Exploring. Jab nikle... dono winner the. Dono ne ek doosre ko chakha tha.



Main easy nahi dena chahti thi. Main side mein hui. "Movie dekhne do Jiju" maine kaha.

Woh softly paas aaya. Smiling. Woh jaanta tha.

Usne apna right hand mere waist ke neeche daala. Beneath me. Aur mujhe tightly apne paas khincha. Chipka diya.

Left hand? Uski left hand mere thighs pe chalne lagi. Pehle visible skin pe. Phir slowly... mere skirt ke andar slide hui. Inner thighs pe. Playing. Carefully. Par panties se door. Abhi.

"Jiju pls," maine softly oppose kiya. "Main didi nahi hoon."

Woh unbothered the. Unke lips mere neck aur cheeks pe kisses shower karne lage. Soft. Wet. Sensual.

Phir... unhone mere neck pe lovebite diya.

Main moan kar uthi. *"Ahh..."*

Woh mere kaan mein whisper karein, "Tere moans bhi itne hi sexy hain jitne tere lips. Par jaanti hai mera favourite kya hai?" Aur unhone mera earlobe bhi bite kiya.

Maine fake complaint ki. "Pata hai mom se yeh mark chhupana padega. Kya kar rahe ho? Pls control."

Unhone whisper kiya maine poocha kuch. Unhone mera skirt slowly lift kiya. Mere thighs visible ho gaye. White. Smooth.

Maine fake oppose kiya. Unke left hand ko pakda. Main jaanti thi ke unki eyes mere "milkies" pe hain. Par maine act kiya naive. "Aapka fav toh meri didi hi hai."

Woh smile karein. Whisper kiya, "Tere aur tere didi dono ke liye mera fav hai... tumhari lovely boobs. Aur mujhe jaanna hai ke whose are better."

Unka right hand mere waist se hata ke mere breasts pe aa gaya. Fondling. Playing. Squeezing.

"Sidhe Boobs, no shame," main melt ho rahi thi par sharam se. Maine kaha, "Pls no. Main aapki saali hoon. Aur aapne pub mein check bhi kar liya."

Unhone smile kiya. "Woh toh kuch bhi nahi tha," unhone kaha. "Comparison ke liye 4 level of tests hain. Aur abhi sirf 1 hi done by hand hua hai. Aur yeh few nights alone lega proper results ensure karne ke liye."

Unka right hand mere breasts fondle kar raha tha. Aur left hand? Woh riskily aur upar chala gaya skirt mein.

"Jiju pls," maine kaha. "Yeh public place hai. Main bhaag nahi rahi. Par yahan nahi."

Woh jeet gaye the. Unhone kaha, "Chalo long ride pe chalte hain. Ghar pe mom ko msg karo ke office mein kaam hai. Late hogi."

"Kya tumne mera BMW drive kiya hai?" usne pucha jab hum lift mein the. Arms around me. Like I'm his girlfriend.

"Main automatic drive karti hoon," maine kaha.

Woh smile kiya. "Oh, toh tumhe definitely stick se khelna chahiye," unhone kaha. Aur hips pe slap kiya jab hum parking mein enter hue.

Round two shuru hone hi wala tha

 

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I tried a lot but some issue with image generation, it keep on changing faces for characters, presently this image only for Chapter 9 will try to do better next time

 

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Chapter Ten: The Wild Date Part 4

Narrator Perspective

BMW Gurgaon ki streets pe tezi se bhaag rahi thi. Shaam dhal chuki thi. Sumit ne car mein ek 6-pack le liya tha — Gin and tonic premix. Celebration ka bahana.

Mira abhi apna pehla sip kar rahi thi. Dheere. Softly. Par Sumit? Woh apna teesra gulp kar raha tha. Usse kuch chahiye tha apni heat cool down karne ke liye. Woh goalpost pe pahunch raha tha.

Jab car residential society mein ghusi, Mira ne pucha, "Kahan le ja rahe ho Jiju?"

Sumit ne smile kiya. "Mere dost ka flat hai yahan. Chalo usse hi milte hain."

Archie's Perspective

Main ghar pe baithi thi. Anxious. Gussa. College se aayi thi. Excited thi. Jaan na chahti thi ke mere pyaare Jiju kab aayenge dinner aur... dessert ke liye. Mera matlab, main hi unka dessert thi.

Par jab pata chala ke Jiju keh rahe hain ke clients ke saath dinner pe hain, aur ussi waqt Mira didi bhi keh rahi hain ke office mein busy hain, late aayengi... meri akal tez chal gayi.

Kuch fishy tha.

Main apne Jiju ko apni do behnon ke saath share nahi karne wali thi. Ek ke saath toh majboori thi. Par doosri? No way.

Mira's Perspective

Main room mein gayi. Sumit fridge mein drinks rakh rahein the.

Maine dekha ke unhone apni key se flat khola. Koi dost nahi tha. Main sher ke muh mein chali gayi thi. Main shikar thi.

Room hotel room ki tarah saaf tha. Main andar gayi, sochti hui ke ab kya karoon. Main chahti thi ke yeh different ho. Main control mein rahoon.

Tabhi Sumit peeche se aaya. Aur mujhe tightly hug kar liya. Mere neck pe kiss karne laga.

"Jiju pls no, chhodiye," maine kaha. "Aapka dost aa jayega."

Last ditch effort thi.

Woh mere kaan mein whisper kiya, "Pyari saali ji, jaanti ho four level of tests kya hain?" Uska haath mere breasts pe aa gaya, cupping them.

"Jiju pls chhod dijiye," maine oppose kiya, softly. Par unki baahon mein resistance bekar thi.

Unhone mere shirt ke buttons peeche se khholne shuru kiye. Main sharm se laal ho gayi, aroused ho gayi.

"Pehla test," usne kaha, "haathon se hota hai. Size karte hain. Squeeze karte hain."

"Doosra test," woh meri shirt shoulders se slide down kar raha tha, "munh se hota hai. Kitne sweet hain. Unka doodh peete hain."

Sumit Jiju ab besharam aur fearless ho gaye the. Meri shirt zameen pe thi.

Main apne Jiju ke saamne apni red lacy bra aur black skirt mein khadi thi. Oh, shaam bahut wild hoti ja rahi thi.

Usne mere lips pe kiss kiya. 5 minute tak. Phir meri aankhon mein dekhte hue besharmi se kaha, "Teesra test zubaan se hota hai. Nipples pe. Kitna moan karti ho, kitna loud."

Main peeche hatne ki koshish ki, par Jiju ne mujhe aur paas khincha.

"Chautha test," usne kaha, "daanton se hota hai. Poori raat boobs ko khate hain."

"Jiju pls chhod dijiye na," maine kaha. "Aapne aaj apna fun kar liya na."

"Nahi," usne kaha. "Main toh abhi shuru hua hoon."

Aur usne mere nipples pe kiss kiya, bra ke upar se. Ek loud moan muh se nikli.

"Wow my good girl," usne kaha. "Ab batao, pehle kya utaroon — teri bra ya teri skirt?"

"Jiju nahi please nahi," maine kaha. "Mera boyfriend hai."

Par woh sunn nahi rahein the.

Tabhi phone baja. Mummy ka.

"Bajne do," Jiju ne kaha.

Maine aisa hi kiya. Par phir se baja.

Mujhe uthana pada.

Wahan se Mummy thi — gusse mein, pareshaan. Archie ne Dad ki car front porch se takra di thi parking mein.

Mummy panic kar rahi thi. Dad gussa honge. Yeh sahi mauka tha mere liye bhi.

"Humein jaana hoga Jiju," maine kaha. "Sorry, par humein abhi jaana hoga."

"Sirf tab jab tu promise karegi," usne kaha, "ke aaj raat bedroom unlocked rakhegi."

"Ok Jiju, main karungi," maine kaha. "Please ab chal sakte hain?"

Sumit's Perspective

Car sasural ki taraf ja rahi thi. Mira drive kar rahi thi. Mujhe drinks ka asar ho raha tha. Ajeeb silence tha dono ke beech.

Par kahin na kahin mujhe pata tha ke yeh intentional tha. Archie ne spoilsport kiya tha.

Main use gently khelna chahta tha. Par meri nazar mein yeh foul move tha. Usne mera mauqa, mera mood, mera din barbaad kar diya.

Saza severe hogi iske liye.

Back to Narrator

Aur isi ke saath hum Wednesday shaam dono gharon mein pahunch gaye. Timeline same. Parallel updates denge dono jagah se.

Yeh ek aur cocktease tha. Par chinta mat karo — sex aayega. Bahut saara. Thoda sabr rakho mere pyaare.

Games toh abhi shuru hue hain.

 

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Chapter Eleven: The Goodnight Kiss

Wednesday, 11:30 PM
Kapoor House, Delhi

Main apne room mein baitha tha. Whisky peg haath mein. Aaj bahut alcohol ho gaya tha. Par raat abhi baaki thi.

Archie ko koi scratch nahi aaya tha. Par car? Car pe bada dent tha. Tow ho gayi thi. Mira kal jayegi paperwork ke liye.

Meri saas ne kaha ke uski chhoti baby beti ko shock laga hai. Aaj raat woh uske saath neeche apne room mein soyegi.

Toh Archie ka move fail ho gaya. Upper floor pe ab sirf main aur Mira thi.

Par kya Mira ne apna promise nibhaya? Kya room khula tha? Agar ek aur foul move hua... main dono saalion ko saath mein punish karunga. Threesome. Yeh idea mujhe energy se bhar diya.

Main dheere se uske room tak gaya. Knob ghumaya. Bandh tha.

Maine uska phone kiya. Vibration ki awaaz aayi. Par koi answer nahi. Do baar kiya. Gussa aa raha tha.

Tabhi mera phone buzz hua. Mira ka message.

*l"Jiju, mera room Mummy ke room ke upar hai. Please thoda waqt dijiye. Main aapke room mein aaungi."

Aur main kya maang sakta tha? Haan, woh purple nightie. Maine quickly message kiya.

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Ek ghante baad

Main restless ho raha tha. Intezaar mein. Dim lit room mein. Tabhi maine suna — darwaza khulne ki awaaz.

"Darwaza bandh karo aur lights on karo. Main tumhe dekhna chahta hoon," maine growl kiya. Alcohol peak form mein tha.

Aur wahan woh thi. Purple nightie mein. Red lipstick. Poori tarah dolled up. Neeche lingerie thi. Kal yahan nahi thi. Par jitna zyada, utna behtar. Mujhe kapde utaarne ka shauk hai. Unhe kisi main bhi nahi chhodna. Har kapde ke saath power lena. Yeh mujhe pasand hai yeh khel.

"Aao aur mere god mein baitho," maine order kiya. Mira ne nod kiya aur follow kiya.

Main wait nahi kar sakta tha. Main bhooka tha. Maine usse apni god mein khincha. Uske lips khaane laga. Agle 5-10 minute hum kiss karte rahe. Zubaan khel rahi thi. Haath uski curves pe nightie ke upar se.

"Kya yeh wohi red bra hai andar jo shaam ko thi?" maine toy karte hue pucha.

"Nahi Jiju, yeh alag hai. Inners iska part hain. Yeh baby doll set hai."

"Par kal bra nahi thi saali ji," maine kaha. "Tumhare Jiju ki aankhen ghar mein har jagah hain."

"Kyunki main aap se dar rahi hoon mere Jiju," Mira ne kaha. "Ke aap mere saath man marji karna chahte hain. Apni saali se. Uske apne ghar mein. Uski behen ke bed pe. Apni biwi ke bed pe"

Mira ka tease mujhe paagal bana gaya. Maine dono shoulder straps slide kiye. Aur har jagah kiss karne laga.

"Yeh nightie utaar do isse pehle main isse phaad dun."

"Jiju pls no, sharam kijiye. Main aapki hone ke liye nahi hoon."

"Saali ji, meri god mein raat ke itni der baith ke kehti ho tum meri nahi ho?" maine kaha. "Galat. Tum meri ho. Meri khelne ke liye jab chahein. Ab meri baat mano."

*To be continued...*

 

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Chapter Twelve: The Bet

**Narrator Perspective**

**Khanna House, Jaipur**
**Wednesday Night, 10:30 PM**

Siya ke bedroom mein.




Siya abhi apne room mein aayi thi. Change karna chahti thi apni sleepwear mein. Par wahan koi baitha tha.

Pooja Bhabhi.

"Bhabhi, aap yahan kaise?" Siya ne pucha, hairaan.

Pooja ne muskurate hue kaha, "Bore ho rahi thi tumhare Bhaiya ke bina. Socha tumse baat kar loon."

"Sure Bhabhi," Siya ne kaha. "10 minute dijiye, change kar ke aati hoon."

"Yahin change kar lo," Pooja ne kaha. "Sirf main aur tum hain."

"Nahi Bhabhi, main sharmati hoon."

"Arre, mujhe bewakoof mat banao," Pooja ne kaha, paas aate hue. "Tum ek lady ban rahi ho. Mujhe yakeen hai tumhare boyfriends tumhe change hote dekhne ke liye mar rahe honge."

"Mere koi boyfriend nahi hain," Siya ne kaha, cheeks red ho gayi.

"Payal ka hai," Pooja ne kaha. "Maine socha tumhara bhi hoga."

Pooja ne usse peeche se hug kiya. Aur softly uske cheek pe kiss kiya.

Yeh kuch dino se chal raha tha. Pooja Bhabhi ke teases. Hugs. Kisses. Siya bhi is attention ko admire kar rahi thi. Par yeh ek female se aa raha tha. Uski Bhabhi. Par Pooja Bhabhi itni beautiful thi. Aur usse Siya ke around apna tareeqa pata tha.




"Payal ka bhi nahi hai," Siya ne kaha. "Hum dono ek doosre se kuch nahi chhupate."

"Oh tum bewakoof ladki," Pooja ne kaha, haath Siya ke body pe move karte hue. "Uska hai. Aur woh tumhare Rajat Bhaiya hi hain."

Siya shocked ho gayi. Jabki Pooja usse tease karne mein busy thi. Haath uske body pe move kar rahe the.

"Nahi, aap galat ho," Siya ne kaha.

"Chalo bet lagate hain," Pooja ne kaha. "Sunday tak main tumhe proof dungi ke sirf Rajat aur Payal relationship mein nahi hain. Yeh ek quiet, steamy, intense relationship hai."

"Ok Bhabhi, bet lag gayi," Siya ne kaha. "Jo haarega, doosre ko do cheezein karni hongi. Jo bhi kaho."

Pooja ka move bilkul target pe tha. "Aur behtar," usne kaha. "Jo haarega, doosre ka slave hoga do din ke liye."

"Slave?" Siya ne socha. Yeh ajeeb condition thi. Par woh apni friendship pe confident thi. "Ok Bhabhi."

"Goodnight Siya," Pooja ne kaha. Aur softly uske lips pe kiss kiya.

Siya room mein akeli reh gayi. Shy. Confused. Aur horny.

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The trap is set.

 

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Chapter Thirteen: The Goodnight Kiss Part 2

Kapoor House, Delhi
Wednesday Night, 1 AM

Main Jiju ki god mein baithi thi. Purple lingerie mein. Nightie zameen pe. Jaise unhone order kiya tha. Unka munh mere cleavage pe tha. Zubaan har jagah move kar rahi thi.




Sumit soch raha tha ke woh control mein hai. Par main ek plan ke saath aayi thi. Apna time liya tha. Makeup kiya tha. Room mein aate waqt decide kiya tha ke main apne Jiju ko apne time pe lungi. Uske time pe nahi. After all, main koi weak player nahi thi.

 

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Maine apne haath pyaar se uske baalon mein phere. "Jiju, ab mujhe jaane dijiye."

"Nahi jaan," usne kaha. "4 tests bhool gayi?"

Sumit ne mere right nipple ko apni fingers se pinch kiya. Bra ke upar se.

Maine ek loud moan chhoda. "Par Jiju, mera boyfriend hai. Aap woh le rahe ho jo uska hai."

Usne left nipple pinch kiya. "Aur mujhe is idiot se kya matlab?"

"Kyunki woh idiot Rajat hai," maine kaha.

Jaise current lag gayi ho. Sumit shocked ho gaya. Usne mere short baal haath mein pakde. "Jhooth bol rahi ho."
"Kyun jhooth bolungi Jiju?" maine kaha. "Phone check karo. Dekho tumhare chhote bhai mujhe kaisi dirty messages likhta hai."

Sumit ka chehra badal gaya. Usne apna grip loose kiya. Woh hamesha Rajat se bahut pyaar karta tha. Kabhi uski demands ko nahi mana karta tha. Main yeh exactly jaanti thi. Aur ab usse woh cheez lene ke baare mein soch ke... usse sahi nahi lag raha tha.

Main jaanti thi yeh mera move tha. Maine softly uski god se move kiya. Ghutnon pe baith gayi zameen pe. Mere haath uske lower ke liye gaye.
Sumit wapas apni senses mein aaya. "Par Mira..."

"Jiju, shhh," maine kaha. "Aapki wajah se hi Rajat meri life mein aaya. Aur main aapko aise chhod nahi sakti. Pyase. Yeh lijiye, main aapki tension relieve karti hoon."

Maine uska lower pull down kiya. Uska rock hard penis hawa mein aa gaya. Beautiful tha. Aur main yeh crave karti thi.

Maine softly uske liye haath badhaya. Aur apni zubaan uspe move ki.

Sumit moan kar raha tha pleasure mein, jab main uske shaft pe kaam kar rahi thi.