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Sex chat ke beech Anika ne mujhe haath se maanga

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Anika ke phone ki vibration ne meri garam chai ka pehla ghoont beech mein rok diya. Screen par uska message tha, seedha aur sakht: “Yash, aaj wahi sex chat nahi chahiye. Phone rakh. Mujhe abhi chhoo, ya yeh chat yahin khatam kar.”

Woh meri bistar ke dusre kone par baithi thi, ek taang moode hue, kurti ka upar wala button khula, jeans ki zip adhuri. Hum dono Indore ke is chhote kiraye ke kamre mein the, Bharat ke is madhya sheher ki shaam bahar dhal rahi thi, aur phir bhi hum screens par hi gale mil rahe the.

Maine cup windowsill par rakh diya. “Itne din se yahi karte aaye hain.”

“Isliye to keh rahi hoon,” Anika boli, bina type kiye. “Chat par tu bahut tez hai. Yahan aake haath kaampte hain. Ab decide kar.”

Uski aankhen phone ki roshni mein gehre brown thi. Maine apna phone ulta karke bistar ke kinare patka. “Haan. Phone yahin. Aa.”

Seedha sawal aaya

Woh phone apne bagal mein sarkaati hui meri taraf khiski, itni tez ki meri chai ki bhaap ab bhi haath par thi. Kurti ke khule button se uski klaar bone dikh rahi thi. Maine uska haath pakda, screen nahi, asli ungliyan.

“Itni der se likhta raha ki tu gili hai,” usne kaha, awaaz mein hansi aur gussa dono. “Dekh ke bata.”

Jeans ki adhuri zip ne meri ungliyon ko andar bula liya. Cotton panty gili thi, garam bhi. Anika ki saans meri gardan par padi, aur uski chut meri do ungliyon ko dheere se nigal ne lagi. Chat wale lambe jumle yahan tut kar sirf ek awaaz ban gaye.

“Yahan se aage type nahi hota,” maine kaha.

Woh hans di, phir meri t-shirt upar sarakti hui mere muh tak aa gayi. Humne ek dusre ke honth is tarah liye jaise koi galat spelling theek kar raha ho. Uski zubaan mein elaichi thi, meri mein chai. Khidki ke kaanch par India ki is garmi ne dhundh jama di thi, neeche gali ki awaaz door lag rahi thi.

Kurti sar ke upar nikalte hi uske baal chehre par gir gaye. Kaala bra tight tha, cups mein uski chhatiyan bhari hui. Maine strap kandhe se utara, muh uski nipple par rakh diya. Woh peeche ko jhuki, kamar meri palmon ke beech kasti hui.

“Chat mein tu inhe kaat kaat ke likhta tha,” usne kaha, saans tooti hui. “Ab daant nahi, honth.”

Maine daant nahi lagaye. Chusa, halka sa kaata bhi nahi, bas ghumaya. Dusri nipple hawa mein sakht ho gayi. Uski thighs meri kamar ko kasne lagi. Jeans ab rasta rok rahi thi, isliye maine zip poori kheench li, woh khud hi kamar uthake pichhe ko dhakelne lagi.

Pant ke saath panty bhi fisan tak atak gayi. Maine dono ek saath khinche. Anika nangi ho gayi, bas bra ek kandhe par latka. Uski chut par patli dhaar geeli chamak rahi thi. Maine muh wahan rakh diya kyunki chat par jo likha tha woh ab zubaan se utarna tha.

Pehli chatpati uski ungliyon ne mere baal pakad liye. Dusri mein uski kamar uth gayi. Meri zubaan uski chut ke upar wale naram hisse par rahi, neeche se do ungliyan andar, dheere, phir tez. Woh meri tarah lamba paragraph nahi bol rahi thi. Sirf “haan” aur mera naam ki tooti hui awaaz.

“Yash… wahi… rakh.”

Maine rakh diya. Uski tightness meri ungliyon ko kheench rahi thi. Chat mein hum hamesha jaldi climax type kar dete the. Yahan uski tangen mere kandhon par kaanp rahi thi, aur main jaan boojh kar ruk raha tha taaki woh screen wali jaldi se nikal aaye.

Woh khud meri shorts ki nara kholne jhuki. Mera lund bahar aate hi uske honthon ne sirf ek baar chhua, itna ki meri rerdh mein current sa dauda, phir woh uthkar meri god mein baith gayi. Bra poori tarah gir chuka tha. Uski chhatiyan meri chhati se satti, gili chut mere lund ki nali par sarakti.

“Ab andar,” usne kaha. “Bin caption ke.”

Maine uski kamar pakdi. Woh khud ko adjust karti hui dheere baithe, meri noke uski chut ke muh par ruki, phir andar chali gayi. Dono ki saansein ek saath phooli hui thi. Uski aankhen band thi, maatha mere maathe se sata.

Pehle dhakke chhote the, jaise koi naya message soch raha ho. Phir uski tangen mazboot hui, aur woh khud uthne baithne lagi. Meri god mein uski body ki wazan garam thi. Har baithak par uski chut ne mera lund poora liya, nikalte hue geeli awaaz aayi jo kisi chat bubble se tez thi.

Windowsill par chai thandi ho rahi thi. Fan ke pankhe ne uske baal meri honthon tak uthaye. Maine uska ek haath nahi, dono kalai pakad kar peeche kiye, itna ki uski chhatiyan mere muh ke saamne aa gayin. Usne shikayat nahi ki. Sirf aur neeche baithi.

“Tez kar,” usne kaha. “Jo tune kal raat likha tha.”

Kal raat maine likha tha ki use bistar par palat kar peeche se lunga. Ab usne khud meri chhati par haath rakh ke uthne ki koshish ki. Main uske saath palata, uski kamar uthayi, takiya uske pet ke neeche kiya. Uski gaand meri taraf thi, uski chut ab bhi khuli aur gili.

Peeche se ghusna aur gehra laga. Uski ungliyan chaddar masal rahi thi. Maine halke se pehle, phir uski maang ke hisaab se tez. Har dhakke par uski saans ruki, phir nikli. Kamar ki haddi mere hatheli ke neeche thi, gili skin, garam.

Kabhi kabhi woh peeche ko dhakka deti, jaise chat mein woh mujhe jaldi type karne ko kehti thi. Ab woh lafzon ki jagah apni body se keh rahi thi. Maine ek haath aage bhej kar uski chut ke upar wale hisse ko ungli se ghumaya, doosra haath uski chhati par.

“Wahi… mat chhod,” uski awaaz gadde mein dabi.

Maine nahi chhoda. Rhythm tootne nahi diya. Uski thighs kaampne lagi, phir kas gayi. Andar uski chut ne mera lund itna kasa ki meri saans atak gayi. Woh ek lambi saans ke saath girte girte ruki, pani meri ungliyon aur uski tangon par.

Uske baad bhi main andar tha. Dheere, chhote dhakke, uski kaanpti kamar ko sambhalte hue. Jab uski saans thodi seedhi hui, usne gardan ghumake dekha. Muh khula, honth geele.

“Ab tu.”

Maine uski kamar mazboot pakdi. Tez kiya, lekin andha nahi. Har baar nikalte hue uski gili garmahat meri noke tak rahi. Uski awaaz phir uthne lagi, is baar mera naam ke saath. Bistar ki paaye ne halki si keerti, neeche padosi ke TV ki awaaz se bhi alag.

Andar tak jaate hue meri rerdh ghunne lagi. Maine nikalne ki jagah usi tightness ko liya, uski gaand ke naram hisse ko hatheli se sambhala, aur girte girte uski chut ke andar hi ruk gaya. Garam, bari, ek saath. Woh neeche se dabi rahi, jaise meri har baat ko andar hi rakhna chahti ho.

Phir sirf saans bachi

Kub kuch der hum usi tarah pade rahe, meri chhati uski peeth se satti, dono ki saansein dhire ho rahi thi. Chai ki khushbu ab thandi thi. Phone do, bistar ke kinare, screens neeche, jaise koi soya hua mehmaan.

Anika ne gardan ghumayi. “Chat mein tu baad mein poochta tha, kaisa laga. Ab mat pooch.”

Maine uske baal kaan se hataaye. Uski aankhen nami se chamak rahi thi, lekin rona nahi tha. Sirf wazan utar jane wala sukoon. Main uske bagal mein let gaya, ek taang uski taangon par.

Woh hath badaake side table nahi, bistar ke kinare se apna phone uthane ko hui. Screen jal uthi, purana thread wahi ka wahi tha, aakhri line usi sawal ki: phone rakh, ya khatam kar.

“Wapas se chalu karein yeh aadat?” usne poocha, awaaz halki, bina pressure ke, jaise koi cup uthane se pehle pooch raha ho.

Maine dono phones ek saath liye. Uske haath se uska, apna bhi. Pehle uska switch dabaya, phir apna. Screens kaale pad gaye. Dono ko takiye ke neeche sarka diya, jahan unki thandak meri kalai se lagti rahi ek pal, phir gayab.

“Ab nahi,” maine kaha, aur uski kamar apni taraf kheench li, nangi chamdi, garam ab bhi. Woh hans di, chhoti si, aur apna muh meri chhati par rakh diya. Bahar Indore ki gali mein koi scooter nikal gaya, lekin kamre mein sirf fan tha, thandi chai thi, aur band pade phones the.

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