Part-8
As Anjali walked through the bustling streets, she couldn’t shake off the curiosity that settled in her stomach. Every step brought Anjali closer to Aslam, closer to the adventure that awaited her. Anjali felt naughty, like a teenager sneaking out for a secret rendezvous. The market was a whirlwind of colour and sound, but Anjali moved through it purposefully, her eyes searching for her familiar stalls. When Anjali finally saw Aslam, she felt a jolt of lust that was like a physical shock.
Aslam was arranging a pile of ripe tomatoes, his hands were moving so gracefully that his age was unmistakable. Anjali felt her knees shaking as Aslam approached, Anjali’s pussy already getting wet with need. Aslam looked up, caught Anjali’s eye, and Anjali saw the hunger in Aslam’s gaze. Without saying anything, Anjali slipped into the alley next to Aslam's stall, her heart thumping in her chest. The sounds of the market faded in anticipation, Anjali's breathing shallow.
As soon as Aslam saw Anjali in this bright blue saree, she looked amazing, after all, Aslam followed her, his cock already hardening in his trousers. "Aslam ji," Anjali whispered, her voice playful, "how were the tomatoes today?" It was a question laced with sarcasm, a cheeky nod to their secret meetings. Aslam laughed, the sound low and throaty, his eyes dark with lust. "Plump and sweet, just like you," Aslam murmured, moving towards Anjali.
Anjali's laughter was a pleasant sound, sending shivers down his spine. Anjali came closer, her hand touching the bulge in Aslam’s pants. “And your cucumber?” Anjali’s smile was mischievous, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Her breath hitched, and Aslam grabbed Anjali’s wrist, pulling her closer. “It’s all for you,” Aslam said, his voice raspy.
Aslam slipped his hand under Anjali's saree, his hand felt the heat between Anjali's legs. She gasped, her laughter turning into a whimper as Aslam began to caress her. The roughness of Aslam's touch was like sandpaper on Anjali's sensitive skin, making her nerves burn. "You're so wet," Aslam murmured, his voice full of desire. "You've been thinking about me since yesterday, haven't you?"
Anjali nodded, unable to form words as Aslam's fingers danced over Anjali's pussy. Anjali felt the world around them slip away, the only thing that mattered was the sensation building up inside her. Anjali's body was commanding Aslam, giving Anjali pleasure. "Yes-yes," Anjali finally managed to murmur, her voice a soft tremor. "I want you, Aslam ji."
With a predatory and affectionate smile, Aslam came closer, his hands went to the waist of Anjali's saree. Aslam deftly untied the string that tied Anjali's petticoat and let it fall on the floor. Aslam's eyes did not move away from Anjali and they kept staring at each other, as Aslam moved the cloth aside, Anjali's naked pussy became visible. Anjali felt a surge of excitement, the cool breeze of the street caressing her hot skin.
Anjali's breath hitched when Aslam bent down, grasping Anjali's thighs with his hands and spreading them wide. Aslam took his time, his eyes lingering on the glistening wetness soaking through Anjali's panties. With a wicked smile, Aslam hooked his thumb into the delicate fabric and slowly, deliberately, dragged it down, taking his time to taste every inch of Anjali's exposed flesh.
"Look at your pussy," Aslam murmured, his voice a low purr of admiration. "So wet, so pink. I've never seen anything like it." Anjali felt a strange mix of pride and embarrassment at Aslam's words.
Aslam's thumbs were touching the outer edges of Anjali's pussy, sending shivers through Anjali's body. "It's like a ripe fruit," Aslam said, "just waiting to be tasted." Aslam leaned in, his breath hot on Anjali's skin, and Aslam inhaled deeply.
Aslam took a deep breath, Anjali's eyes closed in pleasure as Aslam inhaled her scent. It was a heady mix of sweetness and musk, a scent that was only hers. Anjali felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine as her nostrils flared, her breaths deepened. It was as if Aslam was tasting Anjali's essence, relishing her. Aslam's hands went to Anjali's hips, holding Anjali firmly while Aslam's mouth descended on Anjali's pussy.
As Anjali walked through the bustling streets, she couldn’t shake off the curiosity that settled in her stomach. Every step brought Anjali closer to Aslam, closer to the adventure that awaited her. Anjali felt naughty, like a teenager sneaking out for a secret rendezvous. The market was a whirlwind of colour and sound, but Anjali moved through it purposefully, her eyes searching for her familiar stalls. When Anjali finally saw Aslam, she felt a jolt of lust that was like a physical shock.
Aslam was arranging a pile of ripe tomatoes, his hands were moving so gracefully that his age was unmistakable. Anjali felt her knees shaking as Aslam approached, Anjali’s pussy already getting wet with need. Aslam looked up, caught Anjali’s eye, and Anjali saw the hunger in Aslam’s gaze. Without saying anything, Anjali slipped into the alley next to Aslam's stall, her heart thumping in her chest. The sounds of the market faded in anticipation, Anjali's breathing shallow.
As soon as Aslam saw Anjali in this bright blue saree, she looked amazing, after all, Aslam followed her, his cock already hardening in his trousers. "Aslam ji," Anjali whispered, her voice playful, "how were the tomatoes today?" It was a question laced with sarcasm, a cheeky nod to their secret meetings. Aslam laughed, the sound low and throaty, his eyes dark with lust. "Plump and sweet, just like you," Aslam murmured, moving towards Anjali.
Anjali's laughter was a pleasant sound, sending shivers down his spine. Anjali came closer, her hand touching the bulge in Aslam’s pants. “And your cucumber?” Anjali’s smile was mischievous, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Her breath hitched, and Aslam grabbed Anjali’s wrist, pulling her closer. “It’s all for you,” Aslam said, his voice raspy.
Aslam slipped his hand under Anjali's saree, his hand felt the heat between Anjali's legs. She gasped, her laughter turning into a whimper as Aslam began to caress her. The roughness of Aslam's touch was like sandpaper on Anjali's sensitive skin, making her nerves burn. "You're so wet," Aslam murmured, his voice full of desire. "You've been thinking about me since yesterday, haven't you?"
Anjali nodded, unable to form words as Aslam's fingers danced over Anjali's pussy. Anjali felt the world around them slip away, the only thing that mattered was the sensation building up inside her. Anjali's body was commanding Aslam, giving Anjali pleasure. "Yes-yes," Anjali finally managed to murmur, her voice a soft tremor. "I want you, Aslam ji."
With a predatory and affectionate smile, Aslam came closer, his hands went to the waist of Anjali's saree. Aslam deftly untied the string that tied Anjali's petticoat and let it fall on the floor. Aslam's eyes did not move away from Anjali and they kept staring at each other, as Aslam moved the cloth aside, Anjali's naked pussy became visible. Anjali felt a surge of excitement, the cool breeze of the street caressing her hot skin.
Anjali's breath hitched when Aslam bent down, grasping Anjali's thighs with his hands and spreading them wide. Aslam took his time, his eyes lingering on the glistening wetness soaking through Anjali's panties. With a wicked smile, Aslam hooked his thumb into the delicate fabric and slowly, deliberately, dragged it down, taking his time to taste every inch of Anjali's exposed flesh.
"Look at your pussy," Aslam murmured, his voice a low purr of admiration. "So wet, so pink. I've never seen anything like it." Anjali felt a strange mix of pride and embarrassment at Aslam's words.
Aslam's thumbs were touching the outer edges of Anjali's pussy, sending shivers through Anjali's body. "It's like a ripe fruit," Aslam said, "just waiting to be tasted." Aslam leaned in, his breath hot on Anjali's skin, and Aslam inhaled deeply.
Aslam took a deep breath, Anjali's eyes closed in pleasure as Aslam inhaled her scent. It was a heady mix of sweetness and musk, a scent that was only hers. Anjali felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine as her nostrils flared, her breaths deepened. It was as if Aslam was tasting Anjali's essence, relishing her. Aslam's hands went to Anjali's hips, holding Anjali firmly while Aslam's mouth descended on Anjali's pussy.
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