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Actress Shravya ke naram dhakke ne rehearsal ko sex mein badal diya

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Shravya ne meri taraf kadam badhaya aur usne wohi line dobara kahi jo kal camera ke saamne bolni thi, lekin uski awaaz script se bilkul alag nikli. “Main tujhe maaf nahi karungi,” uske honth bole, par uski aankhen meri shirt ke button par atki rahi.

Hum Chennai ke ek band rehearsal floor par the. Bahar unit lunch par thi. Yeh floor South India ke is bade shehar mein tha, aur uski last film poore Bharat ke theatres mein chali thi. Main uska freelance dialogue partner tha. Subah production office ne meri fees clear kar di thi, isliye uske aur mere beech koi pending hisaab nahi bacha tha.

Usne cream silk blouse aur gehra brown skirt pehna hua tha. Pallu left kandhe par pin se kasa tha, bindi seedhi thi, jhumke halke jhul rahe the. Meri cotton shirt ke do upar ke button garmi se khule pade the. Scene yeh maangta tha ki uska haath mere seene par pade, phir woh gusse se dhakka de.

Maine teesri baar woh dhakka feel kiya to baat saaf ho gayi. Gusse ki line bolte waqt uski ungliyan meri shirt ko pakad kar naram pad jaati thin. Dhakka aata, par uski body peeche nahi hat-ti.

“Yeh line gusse ki hai, Shravya. Phir tum itni naram kyun pad rahi ho?”

Uske honth khule. Ek pal ko usne pallu theek karne ki koshish ki, lekin pin aur ulajh gayi. “Tumhe lagta hai main acting nahi kar pa rahi?”

“Acting ho rahi hai. Gussa nahi aa raha. Kuch aur aa raha hai.”

Kaam ke beech sawal

Woh mere itna kareeb aa gayi ki uski blouse ki garam silk meri khuli shirt se takrai. Uski saans meri gardan par padi. “Teen din se yahi scene kar rahe hain. Tumhe nahi dikha?”

“Dikha. Isliye pooch raha hoon.”

Usne meri belt ke paas apna ek haath rakh diya, phir hata liya jaise galti ho gayi ho. Mirror poori deewar par tha. Uski aankhen usi mirror mein meri aankhon se mili. “Agar tum bhi yahi soch rahe ho to abhi mat rukna. Main yeh role ke hisaab se nahi keh rahi.”

Maine uski kamar pakdi. Pallu ki pin meri ungli se khul gayi aur resham neeche sarak aaya. Usne meri gardan par honth rakh diye, pehle ruk kar, phir is irade se ki ab beech mein koi line nahi bachi.

Uska lipstick meri skin par chipka. Main uske baal ke gajra tak haath le gaya, jo rehearsal ke liye hi bandha tha, koi camera wala gajra nahi. Usne meri shirt ke bache hue button khole. Uski ungliyan der se nahi ruki.

“Yahan koi nahi aayega?” maine poocha, awaaz kam karke.

“Lunch ke baad unit doosre floor par hai. Yeh room band hi rehta hai blocking ke liye.” Usne yeh baat aise kahi jaise schedule bata rahi ho, phir usne mera lower lip kaat kar chhod diya.

Blouse ke peeche ke hook ek ek karke khule. Cream silk uske kohni tak atak gaya, phir floor par gir gaya. Uski bra cream hi thi, thodi tight, neeche paseena ki dhaar. Maine uski thighs ke bahar wale hisse par haath phera. Skirt ki zip peeche thi. Usne khud kheench di.

Brown skirt pairon par latak kar ruk gaya, phir poora utar gaya. Woh petticoat ke bina hi khadi thi, sirf cream bra aur cream panty. Jhumke ab tez jhule. Bindi ab bhi seedhi thi, jaise chehra abhi bhi role mein ho aur neeche ka jism nikal chuka ho.

Maine bra ka clasp khola. Uski chhatiyaan haath mein bhari, garam, nipple already tight. Usne mera munh wahan daba diya. Main jeebh se gol ghuma, uski ungliyan mere baal mein kas gain. Uski saans meri kaan ke paas toot rahi thi, koi filmi moan nahi, sirf short, gili awaaz.

Meri pant ki belt usne kheench kar kholi. Main underwear ke saath neeche utra. Mera lund uski pet ke neeche se sahlaya, garam, already geela sir. Usne neeche dekha, phir upar. Koi sharmili hansi nahi. Sirf ek nod.

Couch blocking ke liye rakhha tha, do cushions, ek throw. Usne mujhe wahan dhakela, khud meri god mein baith gayi. Panty ab bhi thi. Maine uski chut ke upar se kapda sahlaya. Geela ho chuka tha. Usne meri ungli ko elastic ke andar khinch liya.

Do ungliyan andar gayi to uski kamar meri taraf jhuk gayi. Uski chut tight thi, garam, andar se kheenchti hui. Maine dheere chalaya, kyunki uski thighs meri kalai ko daba rahi thin. “Aur andar,” usne kaha, aur yeh line script ki nahi thi.

Panty ko maine zanoo tak utar diya, phir pair se nikal di. Ab woh nangi thi, sirf jhumke aur bindi ke saath. Maine usko couch par letaya. Uski peeth throw par padi, ek taang floor ko chhoo rahi thi, doosri meri kamar ke peeche.

Maine pocket se condom nikala. Usne dekha, sirf ek baar sar hilaya. Main chadha kar uski thighs ke beech aa gaya. Mera lund uski chut ke muh par ruka. Usne meri kamar pakad kar khud ko upar uthaya, aur main andar gaya.

Jo awaaz line se alag thi

Pehla dhakka gehrai tak gaya. Uski aankhen band hui, munh khula, koi dialogue nahi nikla. Uski chut ne mera lund pakad liya jaise mark par khud ko lock kar rahi ho. Main nikal kar dubara ghusa, is baar tez nahi, poora.

Uske kandhon ko maine pakda. Uski chhatiyaan mere seene se ragad khati thin. Har dhakke par jhumke ek halki takkar dete. Uski saans meri gardan par phoot-ti. Kabhi mera naam leti, kabhi bas “haan” bolti, woh bhi dabi hui.

Maine uski left chhati munh mein li aur neeche se dhakke jaari rakhe. Uski ungliyan meri peeth par nishan kaat rahi thin. Couch ki ek taang halki siski. Bahar ke corridor se door ki awaaz aayi, koi dur se hasa, phir khamoshi wapas aa gayi.

Usne meri kamari pakad kar palat diya. Ab woh upar thi. Uski thighs mere sides par kasin. Woh khud utar-ti, uth-ti, uski chut mera lund poora nigal leti. Cream bindi ab thodi tedhi ho chuki thi. Uske baal gajre se nikal kar gaal par chipak rahe the.

“Aise mat dekho jaise take chal raha ho,” usne kaha, saans ke beech.

“Nahi dekh raha. Feel kar raha hoon.”

Uske honth meri honthon par aa gaye. Ye kiss geela tha, lipstick ab meri chin par bhi thi. Usne andar hi andar mera lund ko kasa, apni hips gol ghumayi. Meri ungli uski clit par rahi, halke se, phir tez jab uski saans bigad-ne lagi.

Uski body ek baar kaanp gayi. Uski chut ne baar baar jhatka diya, geela aur tight. Usne meri shirt ke kandre ko daant se pakda, awaaz daba kar nikal gayi. Main uske neeche se dhakke jaari rakhe jab tak uski thighs meri sides se dheeli nahi padin.

Uske baad woh meri chhati par gir gayi. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Uski aankhen band thin, lekin uska haath mere baal mein tha, ab bhi. Main andar hi tha, abhi nahi nikalna chahta tha.

Thodi der baad usne kamar uthayi, khud ko ghuma kar couch par pet ke bal let gayi. Maine peeche se ghusa. Is angle par uski kamar gehra jhuki, uski chut aur khuli. Mere dhakke ab lambe the. Har baar uski chhatiyaan throw ko ragad-ti.

Usne peeche haath bhej kar meri rakh li. “Wahi ruko. Wahi.” Main usi gehraai par dhakke marta raha. Uski saans pillow mein dabi. Jab uski doosri wave aayi, uski ungliyan throw ko noch-ne lagi. Maine apna climax rokne ki koshish ki, phir nahi rok paya. Condom ke andar hi saara nikal gaya, uski chut ke kasav ke beech.

Main nikal aaya. Condom utar kar tissue par rakh diya jo blocking table par pada tha. Woh palat kar leti rahi, ek taang meri taang par. Uski chut ab geeli chamak rahi thi, thighs par dhaar. Maine wahan se munh nahi lagaya is baar. Sirf uski kamar par haath rakha.

Usne meri taraf munh kiya. “Kal jab yeh scene camera par hoga, main yahi line bolungi. Par gussa ab bhi nahi aayega.”

“To acting kharab hogi.”

Woh hasi, short, koi filmi hansi nahi. “Kharab nahi. Alag hogi. Director ko naram version pasand bhi aa sakta hai.” Usne yeh kehte hue meri shirt dhundhi jo couch ke peeche giri thi, par pehni nahi. Pehle apni bra uthayi, hook lage, phir blouse.

Blouse ke hook usne jaldi lagaye. Ek neeche wala chhoot gaya. Maine ishara kiya. Usne dekha, sirf sar hilaya, is baar mana karte hue. Skirt uthaya, zip lagayi. Panty usne pocket ki tarah haath mein li, phir skirt ke andar hi pehn li khade khade. Pallu pin dhundne mein pal laga. Gajra ab dheela tha.

Bindi usne ungli se seedhi ki, phir bhi ek kona uthah raha. Jhumke wahi the. Mirror mein usne khud ko dekha. Makeup thoda bigda hua tha, honth ka rang meri gardan par bhi tha. Usne compact nahi khola.

Maine pant pehni, shirt ke button lagaye, ek galat hole mein gaya, nikal kar theek kiya. Belt kasne par bhi kamar par uski ungliyon ke nishan se mehsoos ho raha tha. Floor par cream silk ka ek dhaga pada tha. Usne uthaya nahi.

Van ke sidhe kadam

Corridor ki taraf usne kadam badhaya. Darwaza pehle se band tha, usne khol kar bahar jhaanka. Koi nahi tha. Wapas mud kar meri taraf dekha, koi lamba promise nahi kiya, bas itna kaha, “Mark wahi rakhna. Kal distance yahi rahega.”

Woh nikal gayi. Main khidki ke paas gaya jo parking ki taraf khulti thi. Chennai ki dopahar ki dhoop van ki chhat par pad rahi thi. India ke is studio lane mein hamesha awaaz rehti hai, par us pal sirf engine suna.

Leela makeup pouch le kar daudi. Usne Shravya ke blouse ke khule hook ki taraf pin badhaya. Shravya ne van ke footboard par khade khade haath se mana kar diya, baith gayi, darwaza khud kheench kar band kiya. Van nikal gayi, uska chehra khidki par tedha, bindi ab bhi ek kona uthah.

Main khidki se hat gaya. Fan wahi chal raha tha. Uske jaane ke baad room mein koi doosri harkat nahi ki.

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