Adultery Pushpa Ki Rani: Srivalli Ka Junoon

[Joker44]

Jolly ne SUV ka door khola,
aur Srivalli ko respectfully baithne ka ishara kiya.
Srivalli ne thoda apna saree sambhalte hue,
narmi se andar kadam rakha.
Pallu apne place pe theek kiya,
aur side se seatbelt lagaya.
SUV ke andar ek deep silent hawa thi.
Bahaar dhoop ka halka sa glare tha,
lekin SUV ke tinted glasses ke peeche
ek thanda, intense tension pal raha tha.
Jolly driving seat pe tha —
cool, composed, jaise kuch nahi.
Uska ek haath steering pe relaxed tha,
aur aankhon mein wohi slow burning confidence.
Srivalli passenger seat pe sidhi baithi thi,
apni saans ko normal karne ki koshish karti hui.
Uske haath apne lap mein the,
aur aankhon mein ek alag hi nervous excitement.
Security cars SUV ke aage aur peeche thi —
full protected convoy,
taaki koi shaq na ho ki
andar kuch aisa ho raha hai
jo duniya kabhi samajh nahi sakti.

Gadi chalti ja rahi thi.
Engine ka halka vibration,
road ka soft humming sound,
aur dono ke beech wo chhupi hui bijli ka current —
jo har second ke saath tez hota ja raha tha.
Srivalli ki aankhon ke kone mein
ek flash yaad aaya —
Pushpa ki maa ka shant, pyara chehra.
Unhone jaane se pehle Srivalli ke sir par haath rakhte hue kaha tha:
"Beta, mandir jaakar bhagwan ka aashirvaad le aana.
Sab thik rahega."
Srivalli ne tab muskurate hue haan kiya tha.
Par ab...
SUV ke andar baithkar,
Jolly ke intense presence ke saath,
uske dil mein ek naughty thought ubhraa:
"Kaunsa aashirvaad milne waala hai mujhe aaj...
Jolly ke haathon se ya... uski chaah se?"
Uska chehra thoda lal ho gaya.
Usne apne saree ka pallu thoda tight kiya,
jaise apne uthe hue emotions ko chhupane ki koshish kar rahi ho.
Par Jolly ne sab mehsoos kiya.
Driving karte hue,
usne ek side glance dala Srivalli pe —
aur uski aankhon mein woh chhupi hui pareshani,
woh girti sambhalti sharam,
aur woh andar se geeli hoti bhookh
poori tarah pad li.
Jolly ke lips pe ek chhupa hua victorious smile aaya.
Woh jaanta tha —
mandir ka aashirvaad to ek bahana hai...
aaj Srivalli ko asli aashirvaad uski chhupi hui bhookh ke jawab mein milne wala hai.
Aur yeh aashirvaad
sirf aankhon se nahi,
poore sharir aur saanson se diya jaayega.
SUV highway pe smoothly bhaagti ja rahi thi,
lekin andar dono ke dil ab ek dusre ki taraf
aur zyada dangerously kheech rahe the.
Srivalli apne haath ki ungli se
apna saree ka edge pakad ke hilati rahi —
ek chhupa, silent signal
ki woh ready hai,
par dare bhi rahi hai.
Aur Jolly?
Woh apne time ka intezaar kar raha tha —
jab rasta aur duniya
unke forbidden milan ke liye
khaali ho jayegi.



Highway ke straight raste se,
Jolly ne SUV ka steering dheere se left turn kiya.
Srivalli ne kuch nahi kaha,
lekin uska dil zor se dhadakne laga.
SUV ek narrow side road mein ghus gayi —
aur kuch hi minute mein
woh dono ek ghana sa banana plantation ke beech aa gaye.
Ghar ke jangal jaisa tha —
charon taraf lambi lambi patli patli banana trees,
aur unka thick green shadow.
Hawa mein ek thandi, secret si khushboo thi.
SUV ke piche security car main road pe ruk chuki thi —
unki zimmedari thi bas outer protection tak rehna.
Yahan, plantation ke beech...
sirf Jolly aur Srivalli the.
Jolly ne SUV ko ek jagah gently park kiya —
jahaan dono sides se trees ki natural cover tha,
aur koi bhi door se unhe dekh nahi sakta tha.
Engine band hua.
Ek gehri khamoshi chhayi.
Srivalli ka sharir thoda kaanp gaya anticipation mein.
Jolly ne apni seatbelt kholi,
aur apne strong fingers se piche ki taraf ishaara kiya:
"Peeche aajaa, jaan."
Srivalli thoda nervous hote hue door open karke nichi utri,
aur SUV ke dusre side se quietly backseat mein chali gayi.
Jolly ne apni seat adjust karte hue
SUV ke backseats ko bend kar diya —
aur woh pure back ka area
ek flat, soft bed mein transform ho gaya.
Srivalli aankhon mein shock aur sharam leke dekh rahi thi.
Woh apni saree ke pallu ko tight pakad ke khadi thi,
poore badan mein ek ajeeb si thartharahat thi.
Uske mann mein ek hi thought goonj raha tha:
"Ab kya hone wala hai...?
Main... main kaise rok paungi...?"
Jolly ne SUV ke dark tinted windows check kiye —
sab safe tha.
Phir usne Srivalli ki aankhon mein seedha dekha —
ek possessive, hungry look ke saath.
Srivalli ka gala sukh gaya.
Woh dheere se apni jagah par khadi thi,
apni aankhon mein milti sharam, darr aur wild desire ka mixture lekar.
Jolly ne apne haath uski taraf badhaye —
softly, inviting her.
Srivalli ek second ke liye frozen rahi...
fir jaise apne aap se surrender karti hui,
woh apne pallu ko sambhalte hue
dheere se ek kadam aage badhi.
Woh jaanti thi —
yeh koi normal aashirvaad nahi hone waala tha.
Ye aaj ka din
uski zindagi ka sabse forbidden,
sabse wild aashirvaad banne jaa raha tha.



Srivalli ab bhi halke kap kapate kadmon se
SUV ke backseat ke paas khadi thi,
jab Jolly ne apna haath aage badhakar
uski kamar pakdi,
aur ek smooth, controlled strength ke saath
usse apni taraf khinch liya.
Srivalli halki si chhuchhaat gayi,
ek soft gasp uske hothon se nikal gaya:
"Ahh... Jolly..."
Uska saree ka pallu dheere se uske shoulders se slide ho gaya,
aur uska soft, warm body
Jolly ke strong chest ke against chipak gaya.
Srivalli ne aankhen neeche kar li,
hothon ko compress kar liya sharam mein —
bilkul jaise ek nayi dulhan
apne pati ke pehle touch par hil jaati hai.
Jolly ne apni nakhunon se Srivalli ki kamar ke bare skin ko halka sa feel kiya,
aur apni naram, intense awaaz mein bola:
"Itni sharma rahi hai jaise main tera apna... pati hoon."
Srivalli ne aankhen aur jhukayi,
aur ek halki muskurahat uske lips pe aayi —
thodi si naughty, thodi si helpless.
Jolly ne apne fingers se Srivalli ke chin ko upar uthaya,
aur uski aankhon mein seedha dekha —
jaise uski rooh tak pahuch raha ho.
"Tu kitni khoobsurat lag rahi hai...
meri pyaari dulhan jaise.
Bilkul meri apni."
Srivalli ka gala sukh gaya.
Uska dil itni tezi se dhadak raha tha
ki usse lag raha tha Jolly sun sakta hoga.
Ek ajeeb si sukoon bhari feeling Srivalli ke andar pal rahi thi —
jaise sach mein woh ek newly married wife ho
aur Jolly uska pyaar karta hua husband.
Jolly ne apne thumbs se Srivalli ke gaal ko halka sa stroke kiya,
aur whisper kiya:
"Main tujhe kabhi kuch hone nahi dunga, jaan.
Main tujhe har burai se bachaunga.
Mujhe sirf tu chahiye...
sirf tu..."
Srivalli ki aankhon mein halka sa paani aa gaya —
ek alag sa emotional pull tha.
Woh apne hothon ko control nahi kar payi —
ek soft, trembling smile ke saath
apna haath Jolly ke seene pe rakha —
jaise apna sab kuch uske hawale kar rahi ho.
Jolly ne dheere se Srivalli ke body ko apne full embrace mein le liya.
Uska haath uski bare back par ghoom raha tha,
aur dusra haath Srivalli ke baalon mein jaake fasa hua tha —
usko apne close kheenchta hua.
"Meri Srivalli..."
usne apni saans ke saath fufkaar ke bola.
Srivalli ne aankhen band kar li,
apni saans rok li —
aur pure dil se woh moment jeene lagi,
jaise woh kisi dulhan ki suhaagraat jee rahi ho.
Lekin Srivalli nahi jaanti thi...
Jolly ke pyaar bhare lafzon ke peeche
ek dark, obsessive haq chhupa tha.
Uska asli iraada tha
Srivalli ko sirf apna banana.
Hamesha ke liye.
Bina kisi rishtey, bina kisi duniya ke rules ke.
Aaj ki raat...
sirf shuruat thi.


Jolly ka strong embrace Srivalli ko puri tarah ghuma raha tha.
Uski garam body ke against chipki hui Srivalli ki saans tezi se chal rahi thi.
SUV ke andar ek gilaasa sukoon aur wildness ka mixture tha.
Jolly apni ungliyon se Srivalli ke baalon ke strands se khel raha tha,
jab Srivalli ne apne gala mein halki compaction ke saath apna sar uthaya,
aur dheere se, almost whisper karte hue poocha:
"Jolly..."
Jolly ne uski aankhon mein seedha dekha,
aur soft sa smile diya,
apne finger se Srivalli ke cheeks ko stroke karta raha.
Srivalli ne apne lower lip ko bite kiya,
thodi nervous ho gayi.
"Ye...
ye jo hum kar rahe hain..."
Srivalli ka voice thoda toot gaya,
uska gala band hone laga emotion se.
"Kya... ye safe hai?"
Jolly ka smile aur deepen hua.
"Kya tujhe lagta hai main tujhe kabhi kuch hone doonga, jaan?"
Srivalli ne apni aankhen thodi moist hoti mehsoos ki.
Par fir woh thoda aur khud se ladti hui boli:
"Par agar... agar Pushpa ko pata chal gaya...
woh... woh mujhe maar dalega...
ya phir... kabhi mujhe dekhega bhi nahi..."
Uska haath Jolly ke seene pe tha,
aur uske ungliyan apne aap tight hone lagi thi —
ek desperate fear, ek helpless longing ke saath.
Jolly ne apni nose se uski nose ko softly rub kiya,
aur apne lips se uske forehead ko kiss kiya.
"Mujhe sirf tu chahiye, Srivalli.
Tujhe kisi se darne ki zarurat nahi.
Pushpa kuch nahi kar sakta jab main tere saath hoon."
Srivalli thodi aur close hui,
apne chehre ko Jolly ke neck ke pass chipkakar
softly, thoda girlish awkwardness ke saath boli:
"Tumhe pata hai...
jab ladkiyon ko kisi pe doubt hota hai na,
ki ladka sach mein unse pyaar karta hai ya nahi...
toh hum kuch ajeeb sa cute cringe sa karti hain..."
Jolly thoda muskuraya,
aur uske baalon mein apni ungli ghusaate hue puchha:
"Jaise?"
Srivalli ne sharam se apne lips press kiye,
aur halki si cute awaaz mein boli:
"Jaise... jaise main abhi kar rahi hoon...
tumhare gale mein apna face chipkakar,
apni aankhon se tumhara heartbeat feel kar rahi hoon...
dekh rahi hoon ki jab main paas hoti hoon to tumhara dil tez dhadakta hai ya nahi..."
Jolly ne apne haath se Srivalli ki kamar ko aur tight pakda.
Uska dil literally zor se dhadak raha tha.
Srivalli ne aankh uthakar dekha,
aur ek masoom smile ke saath thoda aur bold hoke bola:
"Aur jab hum ladkiyan jaanna chahti hain ki koi ladka humse obsessed hai ya nahi...
toh hum jaise galti se apna dupatta ya kuch girakar dekhte hain...
ki ladka sambhalta hai ya nahi."
Jolly ke hothon pe ek dangerous grin aa gaya.
Usne Srivalli ki kamar aur kheench li,
aur deep possessive tone mein bola:
"Tujhe mere obsession par doubt hai, jaan?"
Srivalli ne sharam se aankhen jhuki,
aur sirf ek soft, thakaa, pyaasa sa smile diya.
Uske andar ka darr...
aur andar ki chhupi wild craving,
ab poora khulne ko tayaar tha.
Woh ab bhi apne mann ke ek kone mein dar rahi thi —
par uska sharir...
uska dil...
poora tarah se Jolly ke hawale ho chuka tha.
Jolly jaanta tha:
Ab yeh ladki kabhi nahi bach sakti.

Jolly ne Srivalli ke soft face ko apne haathon mein pakda,
aur apne hothon se uske forehead par ek deep, possessive kiss diya.
Uski awaaz deep, steady thi,
har lafz mein ek dangerous sa calm tha:
"Yahan sab kuch safe hai, jaan.
Tujhe koi nahi dekh raha.
Tujhe koi haath nahi laga sakta."
Srivalli ne aankhen band ki,
aur apna sharir dheere se uske touch mein melt hone diya.
Phir Jolly ne aur dheere se,
almost whisper mein kaha:
"Pehli baar jab hum mile the...
jab maine tujhe gaadi mein... mandir ke raste mein liya tha...
tab tu unwilling thi.
Dar rahi thi.
Lekin aaj..."
Jolly ne apne ungliyon se Srivalli ke gile, garam galo ko slow trace kiya.
"Aaj tu meri marzi se mere paas hai.
Ab tu meri ho gayi hai.
Meri apni."
Srivalli ke dimaag mein ek instant flash hua.
Us din ki yaadein —
jab Jolly ne usse zabardasti roka tha,
uski saree ko kheecha tha,
aur SUV ke peeche uski chut mein apna haq jamaya tha —
chaahe woh kitni bhi royi ho,
kitna bhi maangi ho chhod dene ki.
Woh yaadein ab bhi uske dil mein ek dard banakar chhupi thi.
Us waqt Srivalli sirf dar se kaanp gayi thi,
uske aansu uske galo par bahe the,
aur woh apne aap ko bachane ki koshish kar rahi thi.
Par ab...
Ab woh apne aap ko uske embrace mein voluntarily de rahi thi.
Ab uske rooh ka ek tukda
khud Jolly ko belong karta tha.
Srivalli ne apne aankhen band karte hue
ek gehera saans liya,
aur apne haath Jolly ke chest par rakhkar,
dheere se apne aapko uske against aur press kiya.
Woh jaanti thi ki Jolly ne use zabardasti liya tha pehli baar.
Lekin aaj...
uske pyar, uske care,
aur uske impossible junoon ne
Srivalli ko andar se badal diya tha.
Uska darr ab ek forbidden sukoon mein badal gaya tha.
Srivalli ke dil mein ab sirf ek hi awaaz thi:
"Main ab Jolly ki hoon.
Poore dil se, poore sharir se.
Uske liye hi bani hoon."
Jolly ne Srivalli ke forehead se apna face uthaya,
aur uske aankhon mein deep dekhte hue
possessive, husky tone mein bola:
"Tu sirf meri hai.
Aaj se, hamesha ke liye."
Srivalli ne aankhon mein aansu aur pyar lekar
halke se haan mein sir hilaya.
Uska pura sharir Jolly ke hawale ho chuka tha —
poori marzi se,
poori aarzoo se.

SUV ke andar ek gehri, passionate hawa bhar chuki thi.
Sirf dono ke saansein chal rahi thi —
baahar sirf khamoshi aur plantation ka thanda sa shadow.
Srivalli apne aap ko Jolly ke chest ke against chipka chuki thi —
jaise ek nayi dulhan apne pati ki baahon mein sukoon dhundti hai.
Jolly ne apni ungliyon se Srivalli ke baalon ko dheere dheere pichhe kiya,
aur uske bare soft galo ko apni fingers se softly cup kiya.
Uski aankhon mein wohi junoon tha —
par aaj woh junoon ke saath ek deep tenderness bhi thi.
Srivalli ki aankhen moist thi —
andar ka pura emotional samundar uski aankhon ke kone mein chamak raha tha.
Jolly apne chehra Srivalli ke aur paas laya,
itna paas ki dono ki saansen ek doosre ke hothon pe tickle hone lagi.
Srivalli ka sharir kaanp gaya,
par woh peeche nahi hati.
Woh jaise apni marzi se is forbidden rishte mein doobne ko tayaar thi.
Jolly ne apni aankhen Srivalli ki aankhon mein daali,
aur apne lips ko uske lips ke bilkul edge pe softly press kiya.
Pehla touch —
warm, soft, almost reverent.
Srivalli ka gala band ho gaya.
Usne apne aankhen band ki,
aur ek halke moan ke saath
apne lips ko thoda aur khola,
jaise apne dil se Jolly ka pyaar feel karna chahti ho.
Jolly ne apna ek haath Srivalli ki kamar ke neeche se slide kiya,
aur doosra haath uski bare neck pe rakhkar
uska chehra apni taraf aur kheench liya.
Aur tab —
ek deep, slow, passionate kiss shuru hua.
Jolly ke hothon ka pressure dheere dheere badhne laga —



pehle soft,
phir thoda aur hungry.
Uske lips Srivalli ke lips ko chaat rahe the,
press kar rahe the,
aur kabhi kabhi halka nibble karte hue
Srivalli ke andar ke sab darr tod rahe the.
Srivalli apni puri body se Jolly ke against melt ho gayi.
Uska haath Jolly ke neck ke piche slide karke
usko aur tight pakad liya.
Unki zubaanen ab ek doosre mein lapet chuki thi —
ek slow, wet, passionate dance mein.
"Mmmhh... haaahh..."
Srivalli ke mooh se broken, breathless moans nikalne lage.
Jolly ka kiss possessive tha —
jaise woh Srivalli ke har cell ko claim kar raha ho.
Srivalli ka sharir ab poora respond kar raha tha:
uska dil, uski chut,
sab kuch geela aur pulkit ho raha tha sirf Jolly ke slow deep kisses se.
Kabhi Jolly Srivalli ke lower lip ko apni zubaan se tease karta,
kabhi dono lips ko apne mouth mein le kar suck karta.
Srivalli ne apne aapko puri tarah Jolly ke pyaar mein de diya tha —
koi rukawat nahi,
koi darr nahi,
sirf ek infinite surrender.
SUV ke andar sirf unki saansein, unki wet kissing sounds,
aur dono ke wild, silent dilon ki dhadkane gunj rahi thi.
Ye kiss koi lust ka moment nahi tha —
ye ek deep emotional bonding thi,
jo dard, paap aur pyaar ka milan tha.
Aur Srivalli...
ab jaanti thi,
woh sirf Jolly ki thi.
Ab aur kabhi nahi badalne waala tha.

Jolly ne Srivalli ka face apne haathon mein pakad kar
uski aankhon mein deep dekhte hue soft husky awaaz mein bola:
"Mujhe dekhna hai tujhe...
poora.
Har kapde ko slow slow nikalte hue.
Mujhe tease karte hue."
Srivalli ne shock mein aankhen badi ki,
aur apne lips ko bite kiya —
sharm ke maare cheek red ho gaya tha.
Uska dil zor se dhadak raha tha.
Woh apne pallu ko tight karte hue soft se boli:
"Yahan kaise... SUV ke andar... itna kam jagah hai..."
Jolly ne thoda hansi dabate hue,
ek wicked smile ke saath bola:
"Toh chalo bahar.
Plantation ke andar deep chale jaate hain.
Main apni sheet laaya hoon.
Aur yaad rakh... ye sab mera hi area hai.
Koi nahi aayega.
Koi nahi dekh sakta."
Srivalli ne thoda hesitate kiya —
andar se excitement aur darr ka mixture tha.
Par jab Jolly ne apne haath uski kamar par rakhe
aur aankhon mein woh possessive bharosa diya,
toh Srivalli ne apna sir dheere se haan mein hila diya.
"Theek hai...
par jaldi karna..."
Jolly ne SUV ka door khola,
aur Srivalli ke liye rasta banaya.
Dono plantation ke ghane trees ke andar deep chalte gaye —
jahan sunlight sirf halki halki chhan kar aa rahi thi,
aur hawa mein ek raw wildness thi.
Jolly ne ek bada white sheet ground pe spread kiya,
aur Srivalli ko ek pal ke liye khud dekhte reh gaya.
Srivalli pure white transparent saree mein thi —
halki halki sunlight mein
uska har curve, har soft shape
through saree visible tha.
Uska heavy blouse tight tha,
aur nipples saree aur blouse ke through
almost visible the.
Srivalli apne pallu ko tightly pakad ke khadi thi,
thoda sharmati hui, thoda daring lag rahi thi.
Jolly ne apne aankhon se use undress karte hue
halki fufkaar ke saath bola:
"Start kar...
slowly...
make it a strip tease for me, meri jaan."
Srivalli ne ek nervous saans bhara.
Uska sharir thoda kaanp gaya.
Par Jolly ki aankhon mein woh wild hunger dekhkar,
woh apne aap ko rok nahi payi.
Srivalli ne apne haath pallu se uthaye,
aur dheere dheere
apni saree ke folds ko loosen karna start kiya.
Jolly ground pe baitha
apne whiskey brown aankhon se har second Srivalli ke movement ko peeta jaa raha tha.
Srivalli ne halki si blush ke saath
apna pallu side se utara —
aur uska pure milky white cleavage
sunlight mein chamak gaya.
Jolly ke lips se ek soft groan nikla:
"Fuck... meri perfect dulhan..."
Srivalli ka sharir ab dheere dheere relax ho raha tha —
har fold kholti,
apne kamar ko halka tilt karti,
apne blouse ko halki si lift karti.
Jolly ki aankhon mein sirf ek junoon tha —
Srivalli ko kholte hue dekhna,
jaise apna biggest secret khol raha ho.
Srivalli ab bas blouse aur peticoat mein reh gayi thi —
aur uski aankhon mein ek nayi wildness chamak rahi thi,
jo pehle kabhi nahi thi.
Usne apne kamar ko halka jhulaate hue
Jolly ke aankhon mein aankhon daal kar
apne blouse ki dori pakdi...
aur Jolly ka dil literally ruk gaya anticipation mein.
Srivalli ab apne pure dil se
sirf ek aadmi ke liye khud ko present kar rahi thi —
apne Jolly ke liye.




Srivalli ab plantation ke beech,
white sheet ke upar khadi thi —
sirf apne blouse aur peticoat mein.
Puri hawa mein ek soft, teasing wildness thi.
Birds ke halki si awaaz,
aur unke beech Srivalli ka sharmeela, geela sharir.
Usne apne haath dheere se blouse ke dori tak le jaaye,
aur aankhen jhuka ke,
halke trembling fingers se dori kholne lagi.
Blouse dheere dheere loose hua,
aur Srivalli ne apne kandhon se blouse ko slip karna shuru kiya.
Jolly ground pe baitha,
apni aankhon mein ek wild lust aur ek deep adoration ke saath Srivalli ko dekh raha tha.
Blouse neeche gira,
aur Srivalli ka naked upper body pure roop mein saamne aaya.
Srivalli ke boobs perfect the —
full round 34C jaise soft cotton ke ball jaise,
lekin skin tight aur youthfully perky.
Unka shape bilkul natural aur tempting tha —
ekdum soft perfect arcs ke saath,
jaise kiss karne ke liye banaye gaye ho.
Uske nipples halki si thandi hawa se tight ho gaye the —
light pink color ke,
perfect small buds jaise,
thoda thoda raise hue,
jo soft glowing skin ke beech mein sparkling kar rahe the.





Jolly ne apni saans andar kheench li —
jaise pehli baar apna asli khazana dekh raha ho.
Srivalli ne aankhen jhuka kar apne haath apne boobs ke aage le liye sharam se,
par Jolly ki aankhen har detail absorb kar chuki thi.
Fir dheere se Srivalli ne apne peticoat ki side strings pakdi,
aur aankhon mein sharam bhare expression ke saath dheere dheere usse neeche kheenchna start kiya.
Jese hi peticoat neeche gira,
Srivalli ab poori naked khadi thi —
sirf apne gale mein ek mangalsutra pehne hue.
Jolly ke saamne ab Srivalli ki pure untouched beauty thi.
Uski chut bilkul soft aur perfectly shaped thi —
halki soft skin ke saath,
aur specially clean shave ki gayi thi,
jaise Jolly ke liye ready ki gayi ho.
Wahan ki skin halka rosy pink thi —
softly swollen aur thodi shiny wetness se chamakti hui.
Jolly ke aankhon mein ek deep victorious glint aa gaya —
ye dekhkar ki Srivalli ne special tayyari ki thi sirf uske liye.
Srivalli ke cheeks pure lal ho gaye the —
woh apne haathon se apne lower tummy ko cover karne ki koshish kar rahi thi,
par kuch chhup nahi sakta tha.
Sirf mangalsutra uski collarbone aur cleavage ke beech latak raha tha —
jaise ek nishani ki Srivalli kisi aur ki thi...
lekin ab apni marzi se Jolly ki ban chuki thi.
Jolly ne aankhon se Srivalli ko itna deep possessive tareeke se dekha
ki Srivalli ne apna gala sukhte hue thoda apne pair hilaye —
aur uski clean shaved chut ke beech se
ek halki geelepan ki lakir sheet par chhu gayi.
Srivalli apni aankhon mein sharm aur pyaas ka perfect mix lekar
sirf Jolly ko dekh rahi thi.
Woh jaanti thi —
yeh sab woh Pushpa ke liye kabhi nahi kiya tha.
Kabhi bhi apni is pure form ko kisi ke saamne nahi khola tha.
Sirf Jolly ke liye.
Sirf uske liye.
Aur Jolly?
Woh apni saans sambhalte hue
andar hi andar soch raha tha:
"Aaj meri Srivalli poori tarah meri hai.
Dil se, sharir se, rooh se."





Srivalli ka sharir ab dheere dheere thoda comfortable hone laga tha.
Pehle woh apni nangi body ko Jolly ke intense gaze se chhupane ki koshish kar rahi thi,
lekin ab uski aankhon mein ek nayi chamak aa gayi thi —
ek chhupa hua excitement, ek accepted belonging.
Jolly ne ground pe baithte hue apni aankhen Srivalli ke upar fix ki,
aur soft teasing tone mein bola:
"Thoda tease kar mujhe...
sexy poses mein, jaise bas mera ban gayi ho."
Srivalli ne sharm ke maare apne aankhen neeche kar li,
par Jolly ke aankhon mein woh wild adoration dekh kar
andar se melt ho gayi.
Thoda hesitation ke baad,
usne apne haath apne baalon mein fasaaye,
aur apni kamar ko halki si side se twist kiya —
ek soft seductive pose mein,
apne ek leg ko thoda bend karke.
Jolly ke lips pe ek deep growl aayi:
"Mmmh... meri jaan..."
Srivalli ab dheere dheere apne haathon se apne boobs ko soft cover karte hue,
kabhi apne hips ko tilt karte hue,
kabhi apni chut ke around soft innocent movements karte hue,
pure plantation ke beech ek wild nangi apsara jaise lag rahi thi.
Phir Jolly ne apna phone nikaala,
aur soft deep tone mein pucha:
"Can I... click some pics?
Sirf mere liye.
Kabhi kisi ko nahi dikhaunga, kasam."
Srivalli ka gala sukh gaya.
Woh aankhen neeche kar ke sochi kuch seconds ke liye.
Darr aur excitement ke mixture ke saath,
usne dheere se sir hilaya —
ek soft, trembling "haan" ke saath.
Jolly ke aankhon mein ek victorious pyar chamak gaya.
Usne phone uthaya,
aur Srivalli ke soft, sexy, trembling naked poses ke kuch photos click kiye.
Har click ke saath,
Srivalli thodi aur shy hoti,
aur thoda aur khul jaati.
Woh sirf apne gale mein latakte mangalsutra mein fully naked thi —
aur uski chut se thodi thodi shine karti wetness
Jolly ko pagal kar rahi thi.
Ek photo mein Srivalli ne apne ek leg ko side se uthakar,
apni clean-shaved, slightly pink wet chut ko almost open expose kiya —
aur Jolly ne us moment ko apni aankhon aur phone dono mein capture kar liya.

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Aur tab,
Jolly apne phone ko side mein rakha,
aur slow but strong movement mein
Srivalli ke dono legs pakadkar
use apne taraf kheench liya.
Srivalli thoda gasp kiya:
"Ahhh Jolly...!"
Par resist nahi kiya.
Sirf apni aankhon mein pyaas lekar uske aankhon mein dekhte rahi.
Jolly ne uski legs ko kholte hue,
uski soft wet chut ko apne aankhon ke saamne expose kiya —
aur ek deep breath leke,
apne lips ko us chut ke upar rakh diya.

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Jolly Srivalli ki chut ko kiss kar raha tha,
bilkul waise jaise woh uske upper lips ko karta tha.
Soft, loving kisses,
slow open mouth kisses,
kabhi halki si suction,
kabhi warm wet tongue ka slow teasing stroke.
Srivalli ke hothon se broken, breathless moans nikalne lage:
"Mmmhh... haaahh... Jolly...!"
Woh apni kamar ko halka upar uthakar
aur aur zyada apni chut Jolly ke lips pe press karne lagi.
Jolly jaise apna poora pyaar,
poora junoon
Srivalli ke most sacred jagah pe utaar raha tha.
Srivalli ke pure shareer mein bijli jaise current daud raha tha.
Woh apne dono haathon se sheet ko pakad kar
apne aap ko control karne ki koshish kar rahi thi —
par woh jaanti thi...
Ab woh sirf Jolly ki thi.
Aur Jolly ke lips ka pyaar
uska asli aashirvaad tha.




Jolly ne apne lips ko
Srivalli ki soft, clean-shaved, thodi thodi wet chut ke against
tight press kiya.
Srivalli ne apni aankhen band kar li,
aur ek halki broken moan nikal gayi:
"Mmmmhh... haaahh... Jolly..."
Jolly ne apne mouth ko uske soft wet folds pe khola,
aur apni garam zubaan se
sabse pehle ek long, slow, flat lick diya
bottom se top tak.
Srivalli ka sharir pure plantation mein tharthara gaya.
Uske thighs naturally hilne lage,
aur uske fingers sheet ko crumple karne lage.
Jolly ka har lick deliberate tha —
slow, deep, sensuous.
Uski tongue Srivalli ki chut ke folds ke beech mein ghus rahi thi,
soft, warm strokes ke saath.
Kabhi woh clit ke upar soft circular movement karta,
kabhi apni zubaan se pura slit explore karta.
Srivalli ka sharir ab uncontrollable hone laga tha.
Uske mooh se nikalne lage
broken, gasping, high-pitched moans:
"Aahh... Jolly... mmmhh... ohh God...!"
Jolly ne apne haathon se Srivalli ke hips ko tight pakad liya,
aur apni tongue aur deep kar di —
ab wo uske chut ke andar tak slow, soft thrusts kar raha tha.
Srivalli ne apni kamar uthakar
aur apne hips ko hilakar
aur zyada apni chut Jolly ke mouth pe press kar diya.
Woh apne hothon se apne mouth ko cover karne ki koshish kar rahi thi,
taaki apne loud moans ko chupaa sake,
par kuch control nahi ho raha tha.
Jolly ka face ab poora wet tha —
Srivalli ke juices se.
Woh kabhi Srivalli ke clit ko slow suck karta,
kabhi apni tongue se light tapping strokes deta,
aur kabhi apni zubaan ko deep push karke
andar se sab kuch feel karta.
Srivalli ke body mein waves ke jaise tremors aa rahe the.
Uski chut ab completely soaked thi,
aur Jolly apne har lick ke saath
Srivalli ko thoda thoda aur unglued kar raha tha.
Srivalli ki body ab tight hone lagi thi,
muscles contract karne lage the.
Woh apni kamar ko uncontrollably move kar rahi thi
Jolly ke face ke against —
pura desperate, pura raw pleasure mein.
Srivalli apni aankhen squeeze karte hue
broken awaazon mein boli:
"Jolly... main... main... ahhhhhh...!"
Aur ek sharp moan ke saath
Srivalli ka sharir explode kar gaya
Jolly ke mouth pe.
Her thighs shook violently,
her hips jerked up hard,
aur uski chut se garam wetness ka gushing flood Jolly ke lips aur chin pe spread ho gaya.
Jolly ne Srivalli ka saara orgasm apni mouth mein capture kiya —
apni zubaan se uske trembling chut ko soothe karte hue.
Srivalli apne pure sharir se collapse kar gayi,
panting hard,
sweaty, trembling,
aur Jolly ke pyaar mein puri tarah se melted.
Woh jaanti thi —
ab woh sirf Jolly ki thi.
Soul se, body se, har drop se.




Srivalli abhi bhi heavy panting kar rahi thi,
jab Jolly ne uske soft trembling sharir ko apne strong haathon se pakda,
aur gently usse sheet ke upar face ke bal lita diya.
Srivalli ka sharir pura sweat aur wild energy mein glisten kar raha tha.
Uska face sheet par tha,
aur kamar naturally upar thi —
lekin Jolly ne apne haath se
uski soft wide hips ko pakad kar aur upar kheench liya.
"Kamar aur upar, jaan..."
Jolly ki awaaz deep, heavy aur completely dominant thi.
Srivalli ne halki si whimper ke saath
apne knees ko spread kiya
aur apni kamar ko aur upar push kiya,
apni chut ko open expose karte hue —
completely wet, trembling, aur ready sirf apne Jolly ke liye.
Jolly ne apne pants ko kholkar apna hard, throbbing lund release kiya —
jo poora swollen aur uske liye desperate tha.
Usne apna thick lund Srivalli ki wet chut ke entrance pe rakha,
aur apne haathon se Srivalli ke hips ko strong grip mein liya.
Phir bina kisi aur warning ke,
ek deep wild thrust ke saath
apna pura lund Srivalli ki chut mein andar daal diya.
"Aaaahhh...!!"
Srivalli cheekh uthi pleasure aur shock ke mixture mein,
her fingers gripping the sheet tightly,
her body jolting forward.
Jolly ka movement wild tha —
no slow romance ab,
yeh pure primal possession tha.
Jaise ek animal apni mate ko claim karta hai,
waise hi Jolly ab Srivalli ko
deep backshots mein pound kar raha tha.
Each thrust was powerful, deep, and rough,
aur Srivalli ke sharir ko har push ke saath aage dhakel raha tha.
Srivalli ke lips se unstoppable loud moans nikal rahe the:
"Ahhh... haaahh... Jolly... harder... please...!!"
Uska body poora hil raha tha,
her breasts jhatakte hue sheet ke against rub kar rahe the,
aur uski chut Jolly ke lund ko tight grip mein le rahi thi.
Jolly apne haathon se Srivalli ke hips ko aur tight pakad kar
usse apne deep wild thrusts ke saath match karne pe majboor kar raha tha.
Plantation mein sirf unke bodies ke slapping sounds aur Srivalli ke broken moans gunj rahe the:
"Thap! Thap! Thap!"
Srivalli ka mangalsutra uske neck mein hil raha tha har deep thrust ke saath —
jaise ab woh apne farz aur duniya se door,
sirf Jolly ki private possession ban chuki thi.
Jolly apne lund ko pura deep push karta,
aur jab Srivalli ke andar pura bhar jaata,
tab apni hips ko grind karta —
uski chut ko aur stretch karta,
aur uski aatma tak apna haq jamata.
Srivalli ke sharir se sweat ke droplets gir rahe the,
aur uski chut ab uncontrollable wetness mein leak kar rahi thi.
Woh ek wild, pure, surrendered mess ban gayi thi
Jolly ke thokar mein —
aur uska dil sirf ek cheez chilla raha tha:
"Main ab sirf aur sirf Jolly ki hoon... hamesha ke liye..."



Jolly ka pace ab pura out of control ho gaya tha.
Usne apne dono haathon se Srivalli ke hips ko aur tight pakad liya,
aur uska sir zor se sheet par daba diya.
Srivalli ka muh sheet ke against tha,
uska soft round ass upar hawa mein —
poora exposed, trembling, ready sirf Jolly ke liye.
Jolly ke wild powerful thrusts Srivalli ke soft hips aur thighs ko hilate ja rahe the.
Har thrust itna deep tha
ki Srivalli ke broken gasping moans plantation mein gunj rahe the:
"Aahhh... haaahh... ohhhh Jollyyyy...!!!"
Srivalli ka sharir poora wild ho chuka tha.
Do baar woh already climax kar chuki thi,
poora body sensitive aur overstimulated tha,
par Jolly rukne ka naam nahi le raha tha.
Woh apne pure primal junoon mein
Srivalli ko pound karta ja raha tha —
jaise ek wild animal apni mate ko last tak breed karta hai.
Srivalli ke andar ka geela warm sensation
har thrust ke saath zyada feel ho raha tha.
Her chut was soaked, stretched, swollen —
aur Jolly ka thick lund baar baar uske deepest andar tak jaake
usse aur bhar raha tha.
Srivalli apni kamar ko hilate hue
aur aur zyada apne aap ko Jolly ke thokar ke liye press kar rahi thi —
jaise apna sab kuch de rahi ho.

Aur phir...
Jolly ka sharir tighten hone laga.
Usne apna last powerful thrust diya —
itna deep aur hard
ki Srivalli ka sharir poora hil gaya,
aur ek broken loud moan nikal gaya:
"AAHHHHHhhhhh...!!"
Aur isi last thrust ke saath,
Jolly ne apna pura load
Srivalli ke andar dump kar diya.
Warm, thick hot cum ka flood
Srivalli ke andar chut ko bhar gaya —
poora andhar tapak gaya.
Srivalli ne apna hips thoda aur hilaya,
aur feel kiya kaise Jolly ka thick garam pani uske andar bhar gaya tha.
Jolly ne kuch seconds tak apna lund andar deeply press karke rakha,
Srivalli ke andar throb karta hua,
aur fir dheere se apna lund bahar nikalne laga.
Jaise hi usne apna thick lund Srivalli ke fully wet chut se nikaala,
Srivalli ke chut ke mouth se
ek garam white thick cum ki pochkari bahar ude
aur plantation ke sheet par garm garm tapak gayi.
Srivalli ke thighs ke beech se Jolly ka thick white load dheere dheere drip kar raha tha,
aur Srivalli collapse kar chuki thi —
poora sharir exhausted, trembling, satisfied.
Uska sareer sticky sweat aur forbidden pleasure mein completely khoya hua tha.
Sirf uske gale mein mangalsutra hil raha tha —
aur poora sharir ab sirf ek aadmi ka haq tha:
Jolly ka.

Jolly ka sharir ab bhi halkasa tharthara raha tha after the wild climax.

Usne Srivalli ke soft trembling sharir ko dekha,
jo sheet par semi-conscious si, fully satisfied padhi thi —
sirf apne mangalsutra aur sweat mein chamakti hui.
Jolly ne apne haathon se apna still semi-hard lund uthaya,
aur Srivalli ke cheek ke paas le aaya.
Uski awaaz deep aur commanding thi:
[b]"Clean it, jaan..."[/b]





Srivalli ne aankhen khol kar dekha —
aur pehle ek halki si hesitation uski aankhon mein chamki.
Thoda ajeeb laga,
thoda weird feel hua —
apne muh se woh lund jo abhi abhi uske andar throb kar raha tha,
aur jo ab cum aur wetness mein coated tha.
Par fir...
uske dil mein ek soft warmth uthi.
"Main Jolly se pyaar karti hoon...
uska sab kuch mera hai...
aur main uska sab kuch chahti hoon..."
Srivalli ne apne lower lip ko halka sa bite kiya,
thoda sharmate hue aankhon se Jolly ki taraf dekha,
aur bina kuch bole
apne garam, soft lips se
Jolly ke lund ka head gently kiss kiya.
Jolly ne apni saans andar kheench li —
Srivalli ke innocent yet wild touch se.
Srivalli ne dheere se apna muh khola,
aur Jolly ke lund ko apne soft mouth mein le liya.
Warmth ka ek flood Jolly ke sharir mein daud gaya.
Srivalli ne apne zubaan se
lund ke head ke aaspaas ki saari cum aur wetness ko softly lick karna shuru kiya.
Usko apne apne muh mein
apni khud ki chut ka mixed taste aur
Jolly ke thick salty cum ka taste mehsoos hua.
Par Srivalli ne disgust nahi feel kiya.
Usne isse ek forbidden sweet pleasure ke jaise accept kiya.
Apni zubaan se,
apne pyaar se,
Srivalli ne Jolly ka poora lund clean karte hue
apne muh se deep soft sucks diye.
"Mmmhh... slurp..."
Jolly apne pure lust aur pyar mein
apna haath Srivalli ke baalon mein fasa kar
uske movements guide karne laga.
Srivalli ab full dedication ke saath
Jolly ko apne mouth mein lena aur clean karna enjoy kar rahi thi —
jaise woh apna farz nibhati ho.
Phir Jolly ka lund phir se hard hone laga Srivalli ke warm wet mouth mein.
Aur bina kisi aur warning ke,
Jolly ne apne hips ko deep push kiya,
aur apna second load
direct Srivalli ke muh ke deep andar shoot kar diya.
"Ahhh fuck... Srivalli...!!"
Garam, thick, salty cum ka ek flood
Srivalli ke tongue aur throat mein explode hua.
Srivalli ka gala thoda hil gaya,
lekin usne bilkul resist nahi kiya.
Usne apne aankhen band kar ke
poora load slowly, lovingly
gulp kar liya —
ek ek drop ko pi jaate hue.
Uske aankhon se ek chhoti si aansoon ki boond nikli,
nafrat se nahi —
pyaar aur surrender ke sukoon se.
Jolly ne apne strong arms open kiye,
aur Srivalli ko apni chest ke against kheench liya.
Srivalli, pura exhausted, fully used, fully loved,
Jolly ke baahon mein gir gayi —
apni cheek uske chest par rakhkar.
Jolly uske baalon ko stroke karte hue
softly fufkaar kar raha tha:
"Meri perfect Srivalli....."
Aur plantation ke beech,
sheet ke upar,
dono lovers sukoon aur forbidden pleasure ke samundar mein doob chuke the —
duniya se poori tarah alag,
sirf ek dusre ke.