Kitchen ke andar ki hawa bilkul garm aur saunsi ho chuki thi. Anjali dono haathon se kitchen counter ko majbooti se pakde hue thi, jabki uske sasur Pratap Roy peeche se uske jism par poori tarah haavi the. Unka ek bada, khurdura haath Anjali ke tight black blouse ke andar ghusa hua tha, jahan wo uske 34-inch ke bhaari aur naram boobs ko berrhmi se masal rahe the. Unka angutha Anjali ke khade aur sakht nipple ko zor-zor se daba raha tha, jisse Anjali ke jism mein dard aur behad gande maze ki ek ajeeb si lahar daud rahi thi.
โ"Ahhh... Babuji... bas karo... mar gayi... ahh... itna zor se mat dabao..." Anjali ke muh se ek behad rasili aur dabi hui siski nikli. Uski chiffon saree kandhe se sarak kar uske pet ke paas simat gayi thi, aur uski gori, nangi peeth Pratap ke choude seene se poori tarah ragad kha rahi thi.
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