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Chhupi tasveer ke baad Kavya ne mujhse sex kiya

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Maine canvas ghumaya to meri saans atak gayi. Rangon ke neeche main khud tha, kamar se upar nanga, nazar neeche jhuki hui, jaise Kavya ne kai raaton se mujhe aise hi sochna chun liya ho. Mixing table ke paas uski kalaai ruki, pigment ki katori tharthrane lagi.

Nagpur, Bharat ke is garm studio mein yeh dekhna jhooth jaisa laga. Kal tak usne kaha tha ki woh kisi mard ke kareeb nahi jaayegi, exhibition ke baad bhi nahi. Aaj usi kone mein meri woh gupt tasveer khadi thi jo usne pehle se bana li thi.

Kavya ne katori table par rakh di. “Woh dekhna nahi tha.” Uski awaaz kamzor thi, lekin usne canvas chheenane ki koshish nahi ki. Paint-stained kurta uski thighs tak thi, palazzo ke upar rang ke dhabbe sookhe hue the.

“Tumne kab banayi?” Mere gale se awaaz nikli.

“Tumhare pose ke teen din baad se. Raat ko, jab tum lighting ka saaman leke nikal jaate the.” Usne aankhen nahi hatayi. “Main jaanti thi yeh galat lag sakta hai. Phir bhi maine banana chuna.”

Woh pehle se chun chuki thi. Yeh baat meri haddi tak utri. Usne mujhe door rakha, aur raat ko yahi chehra rangon mein utara. Khinchav aur gussa ek saath aaye, jaise dono ne ek hi kamre mein alag alag sach palak liye hon.

Tasveer dikhi

“Tumne mujhe kaha tha tum involve nahi hogi.” Main canvas se nazar hata kar uski taraf dekha. Uski aankhen geeli nahi thin, seedhi thin.

Kavya ne kurta ka gehra hissa theek kiya, phir chhod diya. “Woh bhi ek chunav tha. Jhoot ka. Main darti thi ki lighting wala mard exhibition ke baad chala jaayega. Isliye maine pehle hi inkaar ka natak kar liya.”

Uske kandhon par rang ka halka daag tha. Studio ki ek hi batti jal rahi thi, mattress khidki ke neeche bichha tha jahan din mein model lette hain. Do kadam aage badhte hi canvas hamare beech nahi raha, diwar ke saath khada ho gaya.

“To ab kya karna hai iska?” Maine tasveer ki taraf chin uthaya. Kavya mere kareeb aayi. Kurta ke gele se uski saans garam nikal rahi thi.

“Jo maine chhupa ke banaya, use aaj chhupana nahi. Tumhare saath rehna hai to yahin, abhi.” Uski ungli meri shirt ke pehle button par ruki. “Agar tum bhi chahte ho.”

Maine uska chehra apne dono hathon mein liya aur sir hilaya. Itna kaafi tha. Phir uske hoth mere hoth par aa gaye, dheeme nahi, bhookhe. Uski zubaan meri zubaan se takrai, aur meri shirt ka doosra button uski ungli ke neeche khul gaya.

Aditya, yeh naam usne mere hoth ke beech mein bola, jaise tasveer ke subject ko yaad dilana ho. Main uski kamar par haath rakhta to kurta ke kapde gile the paseene se. Palazzos ki nara dheeli thi, usne khud hi ek kheencha, aur kapda uski hips se neeche sarakne laga.

Shirt meri peeth se utri, jeans ki belt maine khud kholi kyunki uske haath rang se chipke the. Kavya ne meri jeans ke button par zor diya, zipper neeche gayi, aur main underwear mein uske saamne khada raha. Uski nazar meri nazar se nahi hati, neeche bhi gayi, phir wapas aayi.

Kurta uske sar ke upar se nikalte hi uski chhatiyan saamne aa gayin, nipples tight, rang ka ek chhota daag collarbone ke neeche. Main muh se wahan laga, namak aur turpentine ki halki boo ek saath. Uski ungliyan mere baal mein ghusi, aur woh peeche ko jhuk gayi, mattress ke kinare tak.

“Yahan.” Itna hi kaha usne, aur let gayi. Palazzos pairon se nikal aaye. Meri underwear bhi neeche gayi. Uski chut par meri ungli ruki to woh geeli thi, garam thi, aur usne meri kalaai pakad kar andarle hisse ki taraf dhakela, jaise der ho chuki ho.

Do ungliyan andar gayin to uski kamar uth gayi. Main uske clit par anguthe se dabav deta raha, tez nahi, ruk ruk kar. Kavya ke hoth khule rahe, awaaz kamre ki diwar se takrakar wapas aayi. Canvas ab hamare sar ke upar khada tha, wahi nazar neeche, wahi chhupa hua mard jo ab nanga uske upar jhuk raha tha.

“Condom.” Uski awaaz toot kar aayi. Side table ki dibiya usne haath badha kar kholi, foil nikaala. Maine khud packet phaada aur condom apne lund par chadha liya, neeche tak. Elastic tight thi, phir bhi theek baithi. Uske baad uski thighs meri kamar ke dono taraf khuli.

Dono ne ek dusre ko chaha

Pehla dhakka dheera tha. Uski chut ne mere lund ko andar liya, tight, geeli, aur uski saans meri gardan par giri. Main ruka, uska chehra dekha. Kavya ne meri peeth par nakhun rakhe, “Hatto mat.” Phir main andar tak gaya, uski kamar ne meri kamar se takraya.

Dhakke lagatar ho gaye, lekin machine jaisi ginti nahi. Kabhi main uski chhati par muh rakhta, kabhi uske gale mein daant. India ke is hisse ki garmi ne hamari chamdi chipka di thi, paseena uske pet se mere pet tak behne laga. Uski aankhen kabhi band, kabhi canvas ki taraf, jaise apna hi chhupa hua faisla dekh rahi ho.

“Woh jhoot…” saans ke beech bola usne. “Involve na hone wala. Main pehle se tumhe chah rahi thi.” Main uske hoth band karne ke liye nahi ruka, ulte tez ho gaya kyunki uski baat ne meri kamar mein ag lagayi. Uski chut meri har movement par sikudti, chhodti, phir sikudti.

Mattress ke neeche se takht ki awaaz aayi. Kavya ne apna ek pair meri peeth par chadha liya, aur meri ungliyan uski thighs ke andar dabi rahi. Main uski clit par doosre haath se ghisne laga, condom ke saath hi, bina nikale. Uski awaaz badhi, phir tuti, jaise koi line toot gayi ho.

Woh kampte hue tight hui, itna ki mera lund andar atak sa gaya. Uski aankhen badi, munh khula, aur uski chut mera lund ko bar bar kasne lagi. Main uske kandhon ko mattress se chipkaye rakha, uska naam nahi liya, sirf saans di. Jab uska jhatka dhima hua, tab bhi main andar tha, condom ki patli diwar ke peeche dard aur sukoon ek saath.

Kavya ne mere baal kheenche. “Tum bhi. Ab.” Main tez hua, uski hips pakad kar, har dhakke par uski chhatiyan hilti rahi. Canvas ki taraf ek nazar gayi, wahan wahi main tha, lekin yahan asal garam, bhari, uski geeli chut ke andar. Ant mein meri kamar kas gayi, lund ne condom ke andar khud ko khali kiya, lamba, kampata hua, aur main uske upar gir gaya, lambi saans lete hue.

Kuch der sirf paseena aur batti ki garmi thi. Condom abhi bhi chadha tha, main halka sa peeche hata, nikaala, knot lagaya, tissue se lapeta. Kavya ki saansein ab bhi tez thin. Uski ungli mere seene par thi, rang ke dhabbe ke paas, jaise tasveer ke baad bhi woh subject ko pakde hue ho.

“Maine yeh banate waqt socha tha tum naraaz hoge.” Uski awaaz ab saaf thi. Main uske baal kaan ke peeche kiye, kuch nahi bola us jhoot ke baare mein jo pehle aa chuka tha. Kamra wahi tha, mattress wahi, lekin uski nazar ab chhupane wali nahi rahi.

Kurta usne uthaya, lekin pehle nahi pehna. Palazzos pairon mein daale, nara bandhi. Main underwear aur jeans pehne, shirt ke do button galat hole mein gaye to nikaal kar theek kiye. Condom wala tissue kudeadaan mein gaya. Yeh sab chupchaap hua, bina list banaye, bina agle milne ki baat kiye.

Darwaze tak uska saath

Kavya uth kar canvas ke paas gayi. Usne frame ko diwar se alag kiya, ghumaya, aur tasveer ko kamre ki taraf kar diya, jahan batti padti thi. Chhupa hua mard ab chhupa nahi raha. Yeh uska naya chunav tha, pehle wale jhoot ke baad.

Main juton ki taraf jhuka. Darwaze ke paas kundi pehle se band thi. Kavya mere peeche aayi, haath kundi par rakha, ghumaya, aur pat khol diya. Gali ki hawa andar aayi, Nagpur ki dhool ke saath. Usne mujhe rokne ke liye koi jumla nahi phenka, na hi tasveer ko wapas ulta kiya.

“Ab yeh kamra jhoot nahi rakhega.” Itna kaha, aur rastaa diya. Main dehleez paar karke kankar par utra. Peechhe studio ki batti ab bhi jal rahi thi, canvas saamne, Kavya darwaze ke frame mein khadi, kurta haath mein, palazzo pairon par. Kundi andar se nahi lagi. Main gali mein chal diya, bina mud kar doosri baar dekhne ke.

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