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Page padhne ke baad Ira ke saath living room mein sex

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Maine novel ka cover palata to folded page hatheli se chipak gaya. Ira sofa ke kone mein baithi thi, cotton dress ke hem ko masalte hue, mug ki bhaap uski aankhon ke saamne. Ranchi ki balcony se neem ki hawa aa rahi thi aur Bharat ke Jharkhand wale is sheher mein shaam abhi poori utri nahi thi. Door ke paas do khali balti rakhi thi, raat ke tanker ka intezaar karti hui.

Ira ne mug table par rakh diya. “Woh private tha. Do hafte pehle likha tha. Socha tha tu sirf novel uthayega.”

Page par date kaali syahi mein saaf thi. Usne likha tha ki colony ki auraton ko jo usne kaha ki hamara kuch nahi bacha, woh jhooth tha. Asli faisla usne pehle hi kar liya tha. Woh mujhe nahi chhodna chahti. Aakhri line tez thi. Raat ko akeli padte hue uski chut meri yaad se geeli ho jaati hai, aur woh apni ungliyon se khud ko daba leti hai.

Likhe hue shabdon ne jhagda shuru kiya

Page meri mutthi mein gudgudaya. Gussa aur kaam ek saath chadh aaye, jaise dono ne ek hi rassi pakad li ho.

“Tu mujhse door rehti rahi aur yeh sab likhti rahi?”

“Haan,” usne kaha, aankh nahi jhuki. “Logon ke saamne main tight dikhna chahti thi. Page par main geeli thi.”

Maine page ko table par patak diya. “Ab kya chahiye tujhe? Main padh chuka hoon.”

Ira khadi ho gayi. Dress ka hem uski thighs par khisak gaya. “Jo likha hai wahi. Agar na gawara ho to nikal. Main tujhe kheenchungi nahi.”

Ek kadam liya, phir ruka. “Rukna chahta hoon. Tujhe chhoona bhi chahta hoon.”

Usne mera kurta pakad kar apni taraf kheench liya. “To chhoo. Ab natak band.”

Pehla kiss daant se shuru hua, honth se nahi. Ira ki saans garam thi, coffee aur neem mili hui. Maine uski kamar pakdi to dress ki silwat meri ungliyon ke neeche fold ho gayi. Woh sofa ke kinare tak hat gayi, lekin haath nahi chhoda.

“Colony wali Mashima ko tu ne kaha tha main khatam ho gaya,” maine uske kaan ke paas bola. “Aur yahan tu likh rahi thi ki teri chut meri yaad se tarasti hai.”

Ira hans padi, chhoti si, tez. “Mashima ko meri chut se matlab nahi. Tujhe hai. Isliye tu yahan hai.”

Kurta ke pehle do button uski ungliyon ne khole. Meri chhati par uska haath ruka, phir neeche sarka. Cotton dress ki zipper peeth par adhuri thi, maine kheenchi to aawaz sofe tak gayi. Ira ne khud straps gira diye. Bra kali thi, simple, koi natak nahi. Uske kandhon par halki dhoop ki line thi, jaise dopahar mein balcony par baithi ho.

Maine uski aankhen dekhi. Woh palak nahi jhapka rahi thi. “Agar rukna ho to ab bol.”

“Rukna nahi hai,” usne seedha kaha, aur meri pajama ki nara khol di.

Sofa chhota tha, lekin kaafi. Ira let gayi, ek taang floor par, ek sofe ki peeth par. Dress kamar tak atki rahi, jaise kapda bhi faisla dekh raha ho. Maine panty ke elastic ko uski thighs par utara. Uski chut geeli thi, page wali line jhooth nahi nikli. Meri ungliyon par uska garam pan chipak gaya.

“Do hafte tune yeh socha aur mujhe chai tak nahi di,” maine kaha, lekin ungli andar hi dhakel di.

Ira ki kamar uth gayi. “Chai se tera lund nahi sambhalta tha. Isliye page likha.”

Do ungliyan uski chut mein dheere gayi, phir tez. Uski saans toot kar meri gardan par padi. Maine thumb se uski clit dabaayi to usne mere baal pakad liye. Gussa ab bhi tha, lekin woh gussa uski tangein khol raha tha, band nahi kar raha tha.

Mera lund pajama ke andar kasa tha. Ira ne haath daal kar nikal liya, mutthi tight. “Itna din se yeh sochti rahi, ab dekh liya. Andar daal.”

Maine uske upar jhuk kar honth dabaye, phir lund ko uski chut ke muh par ragda. Geelapan se sirf kopri sarak gayi. Ira ne apna ek haath mere kandhe par maara. “Ittar mat bana. Chhod.”

Pehla dhakka poora gaya. Uski chut ne kheencha jaise page ne kheencha tha. Maine ruka, saans li, phir doosra dhakka diya. Sofa ki spring ne ek dhun nikal di. Ira ki aankhen band hui, munh khula raha. “Haan… wahi… jo maine likha.”

Rhythm gusse se bana, pyaar se nahi. Har dhakke ke saath meri chhati uski chhati se takrati. Kali bra ek cup se khisak gayi, maine muh laga kar nipple dabaaya. Ira ki ungliyan meri peeth par khurachne lagi. Uski thighs meri kamar ko kas rahi thi.

“Bol, jhooth bolna band karegi?” maine uske kaan mein poocha, saans bhaari.

“Ab kya jhooth bachega,” usne kaha, awaaz toot ke. “Tu andar hai. Mashima ko dikha doon kya?”

Hansi nikal gayi, phir dhakka tez ho gaya. Lund uski chut ki geeli deewar se ragad kha raha tha. Kabhi woh oonchi ho jaati, kabhi main gehra. Living room ki clock ne aath bajaaye, lekin na to darwaza khula, na koi awaaz aayi. Sirf hamari saansein aur sofa ki dhun.

Ira ne mujhe peeth ke bal palat diya, khud upar aa gayi. Dress ab kamar par hi latak rahi thi, jaise jhanda. Usne lund ko dobara apni chut mein utara, dheere, phir baith gayi. Uski aankhen meri aankhon par atki. “Ab tu padh. Yeh bhi mera faisla hai.”

Upar se uski thighs meri hips ko daba rahi thi. Maine uski kamar pakdi, uske baal ek mutthi mein liye. Ira ki chut mera lund ko nichod rahi thi, geela awaaz aa raha tha, sharminda nahi. Woh khud hil rahi thi, pehle chhota, phir lamba. Meri ungliyan uski gaand ke naram hisse par phaili, sirf pakad, andar nahi.

“Do hafte ki doori ka hisaab yahi hai?” meri awaaz bhaari nikli.

Ira jhuki, honth mere honth par. “Hisaab nahi. Bhukh hai. Page par bhi yahi thi.”

Uske doodh mere munh ke itne paas the ki maine doodh ki nokein chaat li. Ira ki saans khich gayi. Usne tez hona shuru kiya, kamar gol. mera lund poori gehraai tak jaa rahi thi. Kabhi kabhi woh ruki, clit ko mere pet se ragadti, phir phir se dhakke. Garam paseena uski gardan se neeche behne laga.

Maine uska haath apne seene se hata kar uski clit par rakh diya. “Tu khud ko daba, jaise page mein likha.”

Ira ne apni ungliyon se clit masli, mera lund andar hi thi. Uski aankhen bhar aayi, lekin rona nahi tha. Woh awaaz nikaalne lagi, chhoti, kadak. “Kunal… ab nikal mat.”

Nikalne ka irada nahi tha. Maine neeche se dhakke diye, uske wazan ko uthaya. Sofa ke cushion sarak gaye. Ek mug table se hil kar ruka, gira nahi. Ira ki chut kasne lagi, dard jaisa sukh. Usne mere baal kheenchi aur climax mein mundh khol diya, bina naam ke, sirf saans.

Uski tarap mera lund par bandhan ban gayi. Maine bhi nahi sambhala. Tez, gehra, phir sab nikal gaya usi geeli jagah mein. Meri kamar jhuki, uske kandhon par maatha. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Ira meri chhati par gir gayi, dress ab bhi kamar par atki, bra tedhi.

Thodi der sirf clock chali. Maine uske baal kaan se hataaye. Uski aankhen band thi, lekin honth hans rahe the, thake hue.

“Page ab tera nahi raha,” maine kaha. “Maine padh liya.”

Ira ne aankh kholi. “Padhna tha tabhi to beech mein chhoda tha. Itna bhola mat ban.”

Hansi phir aayi, is baar halki. Main abhi bhi uske andar tha, dheela hota hua. Ira ne kamar uthayi, alag hui, aur sofe ke kone se rumal uthaya. Paseena saaf kiya, meri pet par bhi ponchha. Kapde poore nahi pehne, dress sirf kandhon tak khinchi, jaise faisla ab bhi nanga ho.

Hindustan ki is chhoti si colony mein deewarein patli hoti hain, lekin us shaam koi nahin chillaaya. Neem ki hawa balcony se wapas aayi. Ira ne mera kurta mere haath mein thama diya, button ab bhi khule. “Pehin. Mashima ko agar tanki dikh gayi to woh page se bhi tez hogi.”

Maine pajama ki nara baandhi, kurta adhura chhoda. Ira panty nahi pehni, sirf dress neeche kiya. Uski thighs par meri geeli nishani thi, usne rumal se ek baar aur ponchha, phir rumal table ke neeche fenk diya.

Paani ke tanker ne darwaza hilaya

Pehli horn ne darwaza hilaya, door se, galli se. Doosri horn tez thi, paani wale tanker ki wohi familiar dhun jo Ranchi ki galiyon mein raat ko aati hai. Ira ek pal meri taraf dekhti rahi, phir uth khadi hui.

“Balti,” usne kaha, jaise sex aur paani ek hi list ke do kaam hon. Door ke paas rakhi dono khali balti uthayi, ek haath mein ek. Shawl hanger se kheench kar chhati par lapeta, zip ab bhi upar tak nahi gayi.

Maine page table se uthaya. “Yeh?”

Ira ne sar hilaya, inkar. “Ab likha hua kaam nahi karega. Tu yahan se nikal ke sidha apne flat ja. Tanker ke peeche mat khada ho, Mashima ko chehra mat de.”

Horn teesri baar baji. Neeche koi chillaya, naam nahi, sirf “paani aa gaya”. Ira chappal mein pair thelti hui darwaza khol chuki thi. Meri taraf last nazar uski aankhon mein thi, gussa bhi nahi, wada bhi nahi, sirf wohi tez sach jo page par tha.

Main kurta ke bache button bandhata hua peeche se nikal aaya. Woh seedhi se neeche utar rahi thi, dono balti taktakati hui. Living room mein sofa ab bhi khula tha, mug thanda, novel khula, folded page table par seedha pada. Galli mein tanker ki chain khinki, aur main apni mudi hui seedhi ki taraf badh gaya, munh par shaam ki hawa, kamar par uski ungliyon ki yaad.

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