Adultery Pushpa Ki Rani: Srivalli Ka Junoon

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Jolly poore din ka excitement feel kar raha tha. Mansion ka mahal ab uske control mein tha—Emily aur uski betiyan guests banke usi ki territory mein thi, aur ab Srivalli se milne ka naya thrill uske blood mein daud raha tha.

Dopahar ke baad, Emily shopping ke liye mall chali gayi, uski betiyan khush thi—Emily ke chehre pe casual smile thi, par body language mein abhi bhi Jolly ke touch ka trace tha.
Jolly ne quick fresh shower li, business calls niptaayi,
phir apni SUV nikali aur city mall ki taraf chala gaya.
Uska phone bar-bar check ho raha tha—Srivalli ne location send ki thi:
“West Side, 2nd floor, fitting room ke paas.”
Mall ki parking mein gaadi rok ke Jolly ne ek last time mirror mein apne look ko check kiya,
dark shirt, black jeans, thoda rugged look, aankhon mein pura wild junoon.
Inside, mall ki crowd mein se Srivalli ko khojna ek forbidden treasure jaise tha.
Srivalli aayi—
royal blue saree, pallu neat, chhota purse,
aankhon mein nayi chamak, lipstick fresh, aur mangalsutra ka shine blouse ke deep cut pe hil raha tha.
Woh Jolly ki taraf dekh ke halki si nervous smile deti hai,
phir fitting room ke side ek private trial lounge dikhata hai—
“Yahan sab staff lunch pe hai, koi nahi aayega.”
Dono quietly andar chale gaye.
Room mein soft yellow light thi, ek bada mirror,
ek couch, ek folding screen.
Jolly ne door band kar ke,
Srivalli ko wall ke paas gently press kiya,
dono ki saanse ek dusre ki saans se mil gayi.
Srivalli ka haath Jolly ke chest pe,
uski aankhon mein sharm, craving, aur thoda guilt tha.
Jolly ne slow, intense whisper mein bola:
“I missed you, jaan. Tune aaj kya pehna hai mere liye?”
Srivalli ne aankhen jhuka ke blush kiya,
par uske lips pe naughty smile thi,
“Aaj pura din tumhare baare mein socha tha… aaj sirf tumhare liye…”
Jolly ne bina waqt khota, uska pallu halka side kiya,
deep neckline pe lips se slow trail chhodi,
aur Srivalli ne aankhen band kar ke moan kiya—
room mein sirf unki heavy breathing, aur forbidden touch ki khamoshi thi.
Uski saree ke folds, blouse ke hooks,
aur mangalsutra ki chain Jolly ke fingers ke beech twist ho rahi thi.
Srivalli ne bhi,
apne guilt aur longing ke beech
Jolly ko kas ke hug kiya,
aur bold whisper mein boli:
“Aaj jitna chahe, le lo mujhe. Main tumhari hoon…”


Jolly ne door ka lock check kiya, phir Srivalli ko apni baahon mein kas ke press kar liya. Srivalli ke dil ki dhadkan tez ho gayi—mall ke beech yeh chhupa hua corner, woh bhi kisi aur ke biwi ke saath, aur uski saree ka pallu Jolly ke haath mein tha.

Jolly ne Srivalli ki neckline pe lips chhoda,
fir seedha uska pallu side kar ke blouse ka deep cut expose kar diya.
Uske fingers ne blouse ka hook khola,
aur Srivalli ke tight boobs, bra ke andar se visible,
Jolly ki aankhon ka focus ban gaye.
Srivalli ne aankhen band kar ke wall se apna head tikaya,
uske mooh se halki moan nikal gayi,
“Jolly… please… koi aa na jaaye…”
Lekin Jolly ab kisi aur zone mein tha.
Usne Srivalli ke bra ko side kiya,
nipples tight, skin garam,
aur bina kisi romance ke,
apne lips se Srivalli ke nipple ko suck karna shuru kiya—
slow se start, fir rough aur wild.
Uski zubaan ne nipple ke around circles banaye,
kabhi bite, kabhi deep suck.
Srivalli ke mooh se urgent, breathless sound nikalne lagi:
“Aahh… Jolly… harder…!”
Jolly ne ek haath Srivalli ke blouse ke andar,
dusra haath saree ke folds ke andar ghusa diya,
aur uski panties side karke finger se uski wet slit touch ki—
Srivalli already soaked thi,
ek instant wild spark ke saath Jolly ki finger andar chali gayi.
Srivalli ke moans ab aur bold ho gaye,
uski kamar hilne lagi,
aur Jolly finger se fast, urgent strokes dene laga—
room mein sirf skin ki slapping, moaning aur heavy breathing gunj rahi thi.
Jolly ne apni jeans kholi,
apna lund nikal ke Srivalli ki wet chut pe rub kiya,
fir ek hi jhatke mein poora andar daal diya—
Srivalli ne wall pakad ke moan kiya,
“Jolly… yeh kya kar rahe ho…!”
Par ab koi control nahi tha.
Jolly ne uski kamar tight pakad ke,
usko wall pe press karke
fast, wild thrusts start kiye—
no love, no slow pace,
sirf raw, desperate fucking.
Srivalli ki moaning aur bold ho gayi,
uska sharir poora Jolly ke lund ko le raha tha,
her boobs wall pe hilte ja rahe the,
aur har thrust pe blouse ka deep cut aur bhi expose hota ja raha tha.
Room mein ab sirf urgent fucking ki aawaaz thi—
“Thap! Thap! Thap!”
Srivalli ka gala sukh gaya,
uski saans toot rahi thi,
Jolly ne uske lips ko kiss kiya,
aur aur zyada fast thokne laga.
Ek point par, Srivalli ne aankhen tightly band karke
Jolly ke shoulders ko kas ke pakad liya,
aur body pura tighten ho gaya—
wild, risky orgasm ke saath
uski saari guilt ek second ke liye khatam ho gayi.
Jolly ne last thrust ke saath
andar hi pura load release kar diya,
aur Srivalli ka sharir still tharthara raha tha,
donon ki saanse abhi bhi heavy thi.
Srivalli ke baal messy, blouse almost khula, saree ke folds bikhre hue,
par aankhon mein ab sirf forbidden thrill tha.



Wild, urgent moment ke baad, Srivalli abhi bhi wall ke saath halki thartharati hui khadi thi,

blouse adha khula, bra ka strap off-shoulder, saree ka pallu poora slip ho chuka tha.
Uske gaal red, lips swollen, aankhen half-closed—pure lust aur guilt ke beech.
Jolly ne uski chin gently utha ke,
apni phone nikali aur camera open kiya.
Srivalli ne halki protest ki, “Jolly… yeh kya… koi dekh lega…”
Jolly ne soft possessive tone mein bola,
“Bas meri yaadon ke liye, jaan. Tere bina reh nahi paata… Tu nahi samjhegi, mujhe kitna junoon hai tere liye.”
Srivalli ne aankhen jhuka ke halki si nod di,
lekin ab bhi sharm aur thrill dono uski aankhon mein the.
Jolly ne ek, do nahi—multiple bold pics li:

• Srivalli ka messy hair, blouse ka deep open cut,
  
• Nipples thoda visible, mangalsutra neckline pe hil raha,
  
• Saree folds bikhre hue, aankhen mein abhi bhi post-orgasm ki shine.
  

Kuch close-up, kuch full view—
aur ek pic mein toh usne Srivalli ko wall ke against, lips thoda parted, neck pe Jolly ke mark clear dikhte hue capture kiya.
Jolly ki aankhon mein ek dark glint tha—
Srivalli soch rahi thi,
yeh sab sirf unke beech ka private thrill hai,
lekin Jolly ke dimaag mein ek dangerous plan chal raha tha:
yeh pics future mein Dave ke saath share karne ka,
aur Srivalli ko us forbidden game ka hissa banane ka.
Srivalli abhi bhi kuch nahi samajh paayi thi,
usne sirf aankhon mein adhoora trust, adhoora dar le ke Jolly ko ek tight hug diya—
jaise us moment mein woh poori tarah uska ban chuki ho.
Jolly ne soft kiss Srivalli ke forehead pe di,
aur phone ki gallery me woh bold tasveeren lock kar li—
andar se ek victorious, forbidden thrill ke saath.







Srivalli ne dheere dheere apne kapde theek kiye—blouse ke hooks band kiye, saree ka pallu sambhala, thoda makeup mirror mein fix kiya, lekin uske chehre par ab bhi forbidden afterglow tha. Aankhon mein woh raw shine thi jo sirf aise chhup-chhup ke milne ke baad hoti hai.

Jolly ne soft voice mein bola,
“Jaan, tu ja jaldi. Main thoda late aata hoon. Aur, aaj raat… apna selfie bhejna mat bhoolna.”
Srivalli ne sharmate hue aankhen jhuka di,
ek last baar Jolly ke chest pe haath rakha,
phir quick exit se dressing room se nikal gayi—mall ki bheed mein jaise kuch hua hi na ho.
Jolly ne door lock kiya,
apni phone gallery kholi,
aur Srivalli ki woh bold pics ek-ek karke select ki.
Uski aankhon mein victorious, wicked thrill tha.
Phir Dave ko WhatsApp par pics bheji,
ek short teasing message ke saath:
“Your goddess… fresh from today. Bas tasalli rakh, Dave. Soon, she’ll be yours too.”
Dusri taraf Dave apne suite mein,
Indian beauties ko enjoy karte hue,
Srivalli ki nayi pics dekh kar pura wild ho gaya.
Usne reply mein ek hungry emoji bheja aur
“Don’t forget the deal. I want her first. Send more…”
Jolly ne ek dark laugh kiya,
apni jeans theek ki,
aur mall ke crowd mein confident steps ke saath nikal gaya—
andar se thrill, victory, aur dangerous forbidden plan ki full satisfaction ke saath.