Adultery Vicky or Memsaabs 'written by Dreamer0410' ( Copied )

[hirarandi]

Uske bade bade stano pe wo net wali bra itni mast lag rahi thee and g-string panty ne gaand ke itne bade tarboozon ko bilkul nanga chhod rakha tha tha. Ek patle kapde ki tight jeans jaise chamdi ki ek aur parat lagti hai aur upar se chhota sa sleeveless top usay super sexy bana deta hai. Pairo mei paanch inch unchi pencil heel ke strappy sandals uske figure ko chaar chaand laga rahe the… Wo ek cotton ki jacket le leti hai ki agar thand hui toh. Dark lipstick aur goggles usay kisi heroine se kam nahin bana rahe thhey. Jeans naabhi se koi 3 inch neeche thee aur top nabhi se koi 3-4 inch uppar. Jacket bhi koi jeans ke shuru honay tak hee thee. Tang jacket ke neeche uski bhari bhari gol gol gaand tabaahi machaa rahi thee, maansal jhaanghen kahe rahi ho aao hamein chhuo. Mohd waise toh fattu thaa par usne Ayesha ko modern dress pahen ne ki khoob chhoot de rakkhi thhee. Usay mazaa toh aata tha jab sab Ayesha ko dekhte thhey par koi agar line cross kar deta thaa tab uski fat jaati thee.



Wo Vicky ko call karti hai.

Vicky – hello jaan

Ayesha – chalen

Vicky – ji memsaab main taxi laata hoon

Building ke neeche pahunchte pahunchte wo apni jacket pahen leti hai aur Vicky ek driver ki tarah taxi le aata hai. Aur wo peeche ki seat pe baith jaati hai taaki sabko lagey ki usne kahin jaane ke liye taxi lee hai.

Vicky – Happy Birthday jaan

Ayesha – thank you …(muskuraati hai ki kahan Vicky itni baar wish kar raha hai aur kahan uska pati)

Vicky – us gadhe ne ek baar bhi nahin wish kiya

Ayesha – nahin

Itne mein gaadi society se koi 2 km aa jaati hai aur Vicky gaadi rok deta hai. Ayesha apne aap aagey aa jaati hai aur uski jacket utar jaati hai. Jacket utarne se jo drishya saamne aaya usne Vicky ko khush kar diya par Vicky ne apne pe control rakkha aur Zirakpur chowk cross karke jab wo highway se Parwanoo ki ore jaane lage, usne ek side pe gaadi roki aur baazu se Ayesha ko apni ore kheenchte hue uski gardan, kandhe aur gaalon pe chumbano ki bauchhaar kar di.

Vicky – Happy Birthday … mmmm … memsaab….jaan

Ayesha ko khoob mazaa aa raha tha par wo control rakhna chahati thee.

Ayesha – Vicky bas kar…..aah…aah

Vicky thoda sa peeche hat ta hai aur ekdum se sir jhuka kar Ayesha ki naabhi ko chaat ke uspe halki phook maarta hai jis se Ayesha aachhambhit ho jaati hai aur Vicky ke sir ko pakad kar apne andar daba dete hai. Jeebh, ungli, daant, phook ke combination se Vicky ne usay paagal kar diya tha. Usay bahut masti chad rahi thee lekin achaanak usay dikhta hai ki koi traffic security officer wala aa raha hai, gaadi ki pichli taraf se.

Ayesha – Vicky uth security officer wala aa raha hai

Vicky – hmmmm… saale ki bahen ki…..

Ayesha hansti hai aur Vicky gaadi bhaga leta hai.