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Usne sex audio chhodi phir practice room mein hum mil gaye

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Aakhri volume ke saath Pallavi ki awaaz itni kareeb aa gayi ki headphone ka cup meri kaan se chipak gaya.

Drama script ki koi line nahi thi. Seedha uski garam saans thi, aur uske muh se nikalta hua ek gehra moan, jaise microphone uski gardan se sata ho.

Indore ki is colony ke chhote practice room mein, Bharat ke is madhya sheher ki shaam abhi poori andheri nahi hui thi, fan tez ghoom raha tha.

Shared recorder ki chhoti red light abhi jal rahi thi. Kal wali radio play sunne ka irada tha, uske bajay Pallavi khud ko kaat rahi thi.

“Aaj koi nahi,” recording mein uski awaaz kaanpi. “Sirf yeh ungli aur meri chut, aur jo shabd nikal rahe hain.”

Meri gardan garam ho gayi. Headphones utarne ke bajay unhe dabaye rakha, jaise galat station pakad liya ho aur chhodna na chahta ho.

Darwaza halka khula. Pallavi neeli kurti aur black jeans mein khadi thi, dono haathon mein paper cups, maathe par halka paseena.

Pehle mera chehra padha, phir headphone ke taar ko dekha jo meri gardan se latak raha tha.

“Tu kya sun raha hai, Harsh?” uski awaaz patli pad gayi.

Cup utar diya. Chhota speaker ab bhi leak kar raha tha, aur uski hi moan ne poore room ko bhar diya.

Cups table par rakhte hue uski ungli kanpi, chai ki garmi se nahi, sharm se.

“Yeh maine last mahine record kiya tha,” Pallavi boli. “Ek akeli raat thi. Laga delete ho gaya. Yeh teri play nahi thi.”

Purani awaaz

“Delete nahi hua,” maine seedha kaha. “Poori tarah sun chuka, Pallavi. Teri saans, tere shabd, sab.”

Table ke paas ruki. Kurti ka pallu uski kamar par tha, jeans ki zip seedhi, par uski aankhen meri taraf se hat nahi rahi thi.

“Bhaag bhi sakti hoon,” usne kaha. “Yeh meri galti thi, recorder yahin chhodna. Tu gussa ho to keh de.”

Gussa nahi tha. Kheenchaav thi, aur ek sawaal tha ki cups chhod kar woh ab bhi yahin kyun khadi hai.

“Gussa nahi. Awaaz teri thi, faisla bhi tera tha. Ab tu yahin hai, isliye main bhi nahi hata.”

Pallavi ne ek kadam aage liya. Uski saans waisi hi kati hui thi jaise recording mein.

“Sunna galat laga?” usne poocha, par uska haath mere seene par aa gaya, grey t-shirt ke kapde ko pakad kar.

“Galat laga, phir bhi ruka. Ab bhi rukna hai to bol, nahi to yahin reh.”

Jawab shabd se nahi aaya. Headphone mere kandhe se khincha, taar gir gaya, aur uske hont mere honton par aa gaye, namak aur chai ki halki smell ke saath.

Chumte hue uski aankhen band thin. Meri ungliyan uske baal mein chali gayin, ghunghraale kaale baal jo kurti ke collar tak the.

T-shirt upar hui. Grey kapda floor par gira. Uska haath meri chhati par phira, phir neeche jeans ki belt ke paas ruka.

“Yeh bhi record nahi hoga,” usne halke se kaha, aur khud hi apni kurti ke button kholne lagi.

Neeli kurti khuli to kaala bra dikha. Uske stane bra ke cups mein bhari hui thi, saans se uth-gir rahe the.

Bra ka hook peeche se khula. Kapda dheela pada. Uske nipples garam the, meri hatheli ke neeche sakht.

Jeans ki zip usne khud kholi. Black jeans ghutnon tak utri, phir poori tarah. Neeche kaali panty thi, beech se thodi si geeli.

Palang room ke kone mein tha, purana mattress, ek chaddar. Pallavi wahan let gayi, pair khol kar, meri taraf dekhte hue.

Apni jeans aur underwear utaar kar uske paas aaya. Mera lund pehle se khada tha, uski nigah us par tik gayi.

Table par pada chhota packet usne meri taraf badhaya. Condom pehna, phir uski thighs ke beech jhuka.

Palang tak ka rasta

Uski chut geeli thi. Zabaan uski folds par gayi, usne mere baal pakad liye, kamar uthayi.

Pallavi ki awaaz ab recording jaisi nahi, kareeb thi, kaan ke paas. “Andar aa, Harsh.”

Apna lund uski chut ke muh par rakha, dheere aage kiya. Woh khuli, garam, tight. Poora andar gaya to dono ki saansein ruk si gayin.

Chaddar sikud gayi. Dhakka jata, woh pair meri kamar par lapet leti. Har dhakke par uske stane hilte, par uski aankhen meri aankhon par hi rehti.

Recorder ab bhi table par chal raha tha, purani moan nayi saans se takra rahi thi. Pallavi ne haath badha kar stop daba diya. Red light bujh gayi.

“Ab sirf yahin ki awaaz,” usne kaha, aur kamar neeche se meri taraf dabaayi.

Hindustan ke is hisse ki garmi mein body jaldi chipakti hai, aur palang ki chaddar pehle se gili thi. Paseena uski gardan se neeli nass tak behne laga.

Uske kandhon ko pakad kar rukna pada, kyunki andar itna kasaav tha ki jaldi girne ka khauf ho. Pallavi hans di, wohi hans jo recording mein nahi tha.

“Last mahine yeh room khaali tha,” usne saans ke beech kaha. “Script nahi, sirf apni ungli aur yeh mic. Laga tha koi nahi sunega.”

Ab koi sun raha tha, aur woh bhaagi nahi. Uski thighs meri kamar ke dono taraf kasti rahi, nails peeth par halki lakir chhodti.

Neeche se uski chut aur geeli hui. Condom ke upar bhi garmi saaf mehsoos ho rahi thi. Meri ungli uske nipple par ghumi, usne muh se ek kati hui awaaz nikaali.

Palang ki lakdi ek baar chhinkii. Rhythm badla, dheere se tez, phir wapas dheere, jaise dono ek hi line padh rahe hon.

Pallavi upar aa gayi. Kurti pehle hi floor par thi, bra bhi. Woh meri chhati par haath rakh kar baithi, mera lund uski chut mein liye, aur khud hilne lagi.

Uski aankhen ab sharm se nahi, bhook se khuli thi. Kaale baal chehre par girte, woh unhe kaan ke peeche karti, phir meri taraf jhuk kar hont dabati.

“Itni der se yahi awaaz chhupa rahi thi,” usne mere kaan ke paas kaha. “Ab chhupane ka mann nahi.”

Uske stane mere muh ke paas aaye. Ek nipple liya, uski kamar meri hatheli mein kaanpii. Woh tez hili, phir ruki, phir tez hili, jaise apni hi recording ko paar kar rahi ho.

Meri ungliyan uski gaand ke upar wale naram hisse par thi, dabav halka, bas rukne na dena. Uski saans ek lambe moan mein toot gayi.

Woh meri chhati par girti si jhuki. Uski chut ne baar baar kasa, paani jaisa geelaapan meri thighs tak bahne laga, condom ke kinare tak.

Uske baad bhi woh andar liye rahi, dheeme, jaise awaaz ko thoda aur rakhna ho. Phir let gayi, pair khol kar, mujhe upar kheench liya.

Ab dhakke gehre the. Palang ki chaddar bilkul sikud kar kone mein chali gayi. Pallavi ke hont meri gardan par the, daant nahi, sirf nam hont.

“Gir, par nikal mat,” usne kaha. Condom ab bhi pehna tha, uski baat usi ke saath thi.

Andar tak jaakar ruka, phir ek lamha, phir doosra. Uski chut ne phir se pakda. Meri saans uske baalon mein fansi, aur pani condom ke andar hi gir gaya, dhakke ke saath.

Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Fan wahi tez ghoom raha tha, par room ki garmi alag thi. Pallavi ne meri peeth par se haath hataya, phir apna ek haath apni aankh par rakha, hansne jaisi saans ke saath.

Condom utaar kar paper par rakh diya. Pallavi palang se uthi, panty aur jeans pehle pehni, phir kaala bra, phir neeli kurti ke button band kiye, jaise koi scene pack ho raha ho.

Gate ki taraf kadam

Recorder table se uthaya, taar lapeta, red light band hi rahi. Cups wahi thande padhe the, unhe nahi chhua.

“Yeh meri awaaz hai,” Pallavi ne recorder ko apni hatheli par litate hue kaha. “Ab yeh yahin nahi rahegi, aur tu bhi sirf listener nahi rahega.”

Chappal pehen kar darwaza khola. Corridor ki hawa andar aayi, thandi, colony ke imli ke ped ki smell ke saath.

Peeche mudkar dekha, ek baar. Grey t-shirt ab bhi floor par thi, main jeans kheench kar palang ki kinare baitha tha, nanga seene ke saath.

Kadmon ki chhap seedhe seedi se neeche gayi. Society ke gate ki kundi khuli, phir band hui. Practice room mein sirf fan bacha, aur meri lambi saans jo ab kisi headphone mein nahi thi.

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