20-11-2025, 01:00 AM
Rakesh slumped into the worn leather seat of the cab hurtling down Delhi's chaotic veins, the October smog choking him.
His phone buzzed insistently—another email from the higher-ups, the words "urgent escalation" glaring like neon accusations
The deal in Azamgarh was unraveling faster , the property developers, those slimy bastards with their fake invoices , were now demanding a "clean chit" from his inspection report, as if his signature was some rubber stamp dipped in grease. He scrolled through contacts until Kameesh's name popped up like a lifeline from his old Gurgaon days.
"Yaar Kamesh, kase hai dost ?" Rakesh spoke anxiously on the phone thinking him as his last hope for help
" Aree Yaar Rakesh , long time bhai , kase hai tu ?" the voice of Kamesh was his usual rough and cocky ..
" Baas Yaar , chal raha , wanted to meet you for an Azamgarh property Kamesh , possible hai ?" Rakesh asked
" Ha.. kuch bada hai kya ? Aaja office pe Gurgaon main " Kamesh's laugh rumbled back, deep and unhurried
An hour later, Rakesh walked in anxiously into Kamesh's small one room office. This was in a different part of Gurgaon where dusty roads can easily choke someone to death. It's been said that most crimes related to land and land disputes arise from this part of Gurgaon.
The office was in the first floor of a dilapidated building , the kind you will only find in the rustic outskirts of Gurgaon.
Kamesh was now a prominent real estate builder of Gurgaon.
Kamesh was Rakesh's old flatmate many years back when Rakesh was in his Engineering final year . They shared the flat for a year , but even after that they stayed connected. They were not very close friends, but they stayed in touch occasionally over weekends.
Kamesh started with humble beginnings with a small broker business in the 2000s. Gurgaon was still not the cyber city it is today. He struggled a lot initially to set up this business often working illegally with political leaders to get land deals dirt cheap.
"Dekh yaar, mid-way kar le benchodd ,report mein flaw note kar, but recommend 'rectifiable with minor fixes.' Unko lagna chahiye tu unka hai, par clean rakhna apna haath. Main bol dunga local MLA ko , but thoda cut chahie mujhe bhi aur MLA ko bhi " Kamesh spoke with his usual ruthless business like attitude.
Rakesh exhaled, the knot in his chest loosening just a fraction, he realising this may not be the most legal and ethical way .
" Kitna % cut Kamesh , already there has been enquiry in the department!" Rakesh asked anxiously..
" Rakesh ,bhai seedhe hisaab , yeh sab kaam pe risk hai , tu dost hai mera isilie kar raha hu.. cut to chahie minimum 20% .. soch le thoda ..no pressure .. agar chahie to phone karna sochke " Kamesh smiled ..
His bulky huge frame grinned at Rakesh , Kamesh will not be very tall , but had an extremely broad and stocky physique , his broad shoulders straining against the polo T shirt he was wearing and his thick biceps looked a bit scary even to Rakesh. His deep manly voice reverberated through the dirty room , as the old fan swirled slowly.
" Ok Bhai sochta hu main ... Lekin 20% cut to bahut jyada hai " Rakesh tried to reason
" Rakesh , tujhe pata hai bhenchod kitna risk hai , 20% I have told you is very less dude , anyway Maine bola na koi pressure nhi , kisi dusra way mil gaya , to kar Lena , uspe kya bada baat hai!"
Rakesh nodded!
The talk drifted, as it always did with old pals, to the ghosts of Gurgaon glory—boozy nights at DLF Cyber Hub
"Aur Sneha-Dhruv? Azamgarh mein settle ho gaye? Gaon ki mitti ne adjust kar liya?" Kamesh's eyes sharpened behind the casual probe, a flicker of something darker than nostalgia
Rakesh chuckled
"Haan yaar, Dhruv ko ek achha college mil gaya football aur studies mein busy rehta hai. Sneha... office se mostly WFH karti hai, kabhi-kabhi client visits ke liye nikalti hai, ya office jaati hai.."
He glanced at his watch, the meeting's shadow looming. "Chal, milte hain next time—tu aa ja Azamgarh, ghar pe biryani khilaunga." They clapped shoulders, Rakesh vanishing into the traffic snarl, leaving Kamesh alone in the dusty office room , his mind wandering to forbidden territory!
"Sneha! Ahhhha " he thought, the memory hitting like a gut punch laced with Glenfiddich burn. The memory flashed backed to the 31st of December last year, the air crisp with Gurgaon's false winter chill, fairy lights twinkling like cheap promises along Sector 56's corridors near Hong Kong Market.
Flashback of last year's 31st December
Kamesh had texted him mid-afternoon: "Yaar kase hai ?bahut din nhi mile ho ? Aaj bahar jana hai ?"
Rakesh texted back " Nahi yaar office ke bahut kaam hai aaj , ek kaam kar Kamesh , aa ja ghar pe—New Year hai Glenfiddich leke ana, Sneha ko surprise milega."
Kamesh had grinned into the mirror, flexing his gym-honed pecs under the fitted shirt, dousing himself in that musky aftershave that clung like intent. The bottle nestled in his arm , he rode his bullet bike through the cleaner roads of Gurgaon which were not as dusty as the place where he lived.
Kamesh buzzed the calling bell and Sneha opened the door ,
She was fresh from some home yoga flow or whatever that kept her body sinful, in a faded gray V-neck tee that hugged her massive 36D boobs like a lover's greedy palms, the thin cotton translucent just enough in the hallway glow to reveal her dusky areolas, her nipples perking faint peaks against the fabric from the winter's cold bite. Sweatpants clung low on her hips, gray cotton molding the lush flare of her ass cheeks, riding up the crack like an invitation to sin, her navel peeking bare and deep, a pinkish dimple fringed with soft down that begged a thumb's rough dip. Raven hair tousled loose, her full lips glossed pink, kohl-smudged eyes sparkling even in that dim evening light!
"Kamesh uncle!" Dhruv piped up from the living room shadows, class in his oversized sweater and pajama bottoms, all gangly limbs and that boyish face mirroring his mom's—same sharp cheekbones, same pouty lips that made his mom so Irresistibly sexy!
Sneha's laugh bubbled low, throaty, as she leaned against the doorframe, one hip cocked in a pose that made Kamesh's Nunu twitch heavy in his chinos
"Arre Kamesh ji, what a surprise ,andar aao please, you won't believe..Rakesh official meeting mein phas gaya Gurgaon ke bahar and that too on 31st night ko !"
Kamesh chuckled " hain ? Aaj bhi ? aaj to usko chutti milna chahie tha "
" Yeh department ase hi hai Kamesh ji , anyway , aap to bottle bhi laye ho , sad aapke dost hi nhi Hain "
" Aree yar , yeh to kafi galaat hua , ekbar phone to karega na mujhe "
" Same usual thing , meeting chal rahe hai , no phone no texting , khair aap baitho , main coffee banake lati hu !"
Unaware—or was she?—of the heat her casual sprawl ignited, she turned, ass globes jiggling subtle under her thin sweat pants, the faint jasmine of her skin mingling with the apartment's vanilla diffuser haze. Kamesh swallowed hard, the Glenfiddich suddenly feeling like a prop in a porno script, his eyes tracing the sway of her ponytail brushing the small of her back, imagining fisting it while he rutted her from behind. Dhruv bounced up, eyes wide at the bottle
They settled into the L-shaped sofa in the living area—Sneha curling one leg under her, tee riding up to bare a sliver more of that taut midriff, her deep navel winking clearly , Dhruv flopping cross-legged beside her, close enough their thighs brushed, the boy stealing glances at her profile with that puppy-lust haze only a pre-teen could mask as innocence.
Sneha bustled back with a tray—steaming mugs of filter coffee
"Kamesh ji, family ka kya haal? Bhabhi aur bacche?" she asked, sinking back, her knee grazing his accidentally-on-purpose as she handed over the mug, steam curling between them like unspoken steam.
Kamesh's gaze dipped unbidden to the V of her tee, the swell of her boobs rising with each breath, the V of her tee clearly giving away the swell of her ripe firm boobs .
He shifted, his thick Nunu thickening insistent against his thigh, pre-cum beading hot as he forced a grin.
"Sab theek, Sneha—beta 11th class main busy, biwi toh Bareilly ki gaon p hai. ... Par tum... yaar, ek bacche ki maa ho kar bhi, kya maintain kiya hai khud ko. Dhruv bilkul tumhari photocopy hai—wohi chehra.. lips to jaise tumare bilkul copy ho." His voice dropped a notch, flirt veiled as praise, eyes locking on hers with that bold stare.
Sneha's cheeks flushed a dusky tone, but she leaned into it, playful, turning to Dhruv with a mother's glow laced with tease. "Suna beta? Uncle bol rahe hain tu Momma ka pet hai."
She cupped his chin, tilting his face to the light, then planted a smacking kiss on his cheek—puunch!
The wet sound echoing soft in the room, her full lips lingering just a beat too long, gloss smearing a faint pink trail. Dhruv's eyes fluttered half-shut, a shiver rippling through his skinny frame, his small lulli stirring guilty in his pajamas as he leaned into her warmth, inhaling her jasmine-musk . "Haan Momma... your boy," he mumbled, voice cracking boyish, but Kamesh caught the flicker—the kid's gaze dipping to her cleavage's shadowed valley, lust budding raw and unfiltered, mirroring his own throbbing ache.
Kamesh's Nunu surged fuller, tenting his chinos painfully, the sight pornographic in its innocence:
"Arre waah, Momma's pet perfect combo. Dhruv, studies kaisa chal raha? college mein topper banega na?"
Dhruv shrugged, scooting closer to Sneha's thigh, his hand absently brushing her knee. "Haan uncle, par kal unit test hai... itna padhna padta hai, boring."
Sneha ruffled his hair, her laugh a velvet rumble that vibrated straight to Kamesh's balls. "Ye lo, Dhruv kabhi serious nahi hota tests ke liye—unless Momma peeche pad jaye. Hai na Shaitan ?"
She pinched his cheek, the motion making her boobs jiggle soft, the tee's neckline gaping just enough to flash the lace edge of her white bra, creamy undersides spilling over.
The talk meandered easy, Sneha's eyes lighting up over the latest Bollywood blockbuster "Arre Kamesh ji, Bollywood p ajkal story kaha ... Sirf item number aur dance"—then shopping hauls, her gesturing animated, tee riding higher to bare the soft quiver of her belly, navel contracting faint in the lamplight. Kamesh leaned in, voice dropping, his knee now pressing hers deliberate.
"Haan yaar, par tumhari shopping list sun kar hi mera wallet roy parega. Par seriously, Sneha—ek mom ho kar bhi itni fit, gym jaati ho kya daily?"
It was 10 PM now, the city outside pulsing with distant fireworks pops, New Year's Eve in full swing. He swirled his empty mug, eyes tracing the curve of her neck, "Aur plan kya hai aaj raat ka? Party toh hogi na—Rakesh wapas aa raha hai na?"
Sneha sighed, arms arching overhead so her tee pulled taut, boobs thrusting forward in obscene splendor, nipples outlined clearly against the fabric. "Arre nahi Kamesh ji, no party—Dhruv ka test hai kal, is gentleman ko padhai karni hai. "
Dhruv pouted, nestling his head on her shoulder, inhaling her scent like opium
"Arre Sneha, one night won't ruin the kid's brains—New Year hai yaar! Dhruv bachcha, be a good beta for today " Dhruv nodded eager, eyes gleaming with that forbidden spark
"Haan Momma, actually Kamesh Uncle is right ..please... My lessons are almost done ..why don't you go party with him ?"
Sneha's laugh pealed, but her eyes met Kamesh's over Dhruv's head, a sassy glint promising mischief.
"Dekho ji, ab toh mera beta bhi corrupt ho gaya tumhare persuasion se. Theek hai, Dhruv—jao so jao abhi, Momma jaa rahi hai party Kam uncle ke saath. No late-night TV, samjhe? Good boy."
She rose fluid, pulling him up with her, the sofa sighing relief, and Dhruv lunged into a hug, his face burying in her cleavage's plush valley for a heartbeat too long, inhaling deep before she peeled him off.
Sneha turned, tee clinging sweat-damp to her curves. "Ek minute, main change kar ke aati hoon—yeh ghar ka look party ke liye thoda... casual hai na?" She vanished into the bedroom, door clicking soft, leaving Kamesh's cock a rigid ache, mind reeling with visions of her peeling off those sweats, thong-clad ass flexing in the mirror.
Kamesh engaged in an animated small talk with the childish Dhruv, until sneha came back—her tight blue jeans molding her thighs like liquid latex, hugging the plump globes of her ass in a heart-stopping cling, the low-rise waistband baring a teasing strip of hipbone and the dimple above her crack. She had swapped the white tee she was wearing with a fitted blue one, but the V-neck of this tee was more plunging than the previous one , the fabric stretchy-thin, outlining every heave and jiggle of her massive boobs , nipples perking stiff peaks from the chill or the thrill. Hair loose in wild raven waves, lips freshly glossed crimson, and a spritz of that jasmine perfume.
"Guys, ready? Am I looking hot, or what?" She twirled playfully, jeans creaking taut over her ass cheeks , camel-toe hinting faint through the denims, boobs bouncing hypnotic in their cage.
Dhruv, hovering in the doorway like a moth to flame "Yes Momma... super ! , enjoy the party while I have to study for this stupid test! " His voice childishly sad
Sneha giggled, ruffling his hair"My naughty tiger—ab so jao, Momma late night wapas aayegi."
Kamesh felt Sneha's dressing up though decent radiated a distinct heat inside his body , his eyes secretly tearing through Sneha's ass globes.
"Sneha... Woow , you are looking such a killer aaj .... jeans mein itna hot lekin ... " His voice rumbled low, eyes devouring the curve of her ass
Sneha paused mid-way near the door " Lekin kya ?"
" New year party hai ... Mujhe laga skirt pehen rahi hai aaj "
Sneha smiled , her lips curving wicked, eyes smoldering promise. "Next time, Kamesh ji... abhi ke liye, yeh jeans hi sambhal lo."
She called out to dhruv "Be a good boy, beta—no mischief!"
The door clicked shut behind them, leaving the boy slumped against the frame
His phone buzzed insistently—another email from the higher-ups, the words "urgent escalation" glaring like neon accusations
The deal in Azamgarh was unraveling faster , the property developers, those slimy bastards with their fake invoices , were now demanding a "clean chit" from his inspection report, as if his signature was some rubber stamp dipped in grease. He scrolled through contacts until Kameesh's name popped up like a lifeline from his old Gurgaon days.
"Yaar Kamesh, kase hai dost ?" Rakesh spoke anxiously on the phone thinking him as his last hope for help
" Aree Yaar Rakesh , long time bhai , kase hai tu ?" the voice of Kamesh was his usual rough and cocky ..
" Baas Yaar , chal raha , wanted to meet you for an Azamgarh property Kamesh , possible hai ?" Rakesh asked
" Ha.. kuch bada hai kya ? Aaja office pe Gurgaon main " Kamesh's laugh rumbled back, deep and unhurried
An hour later, Rakesh walked in anxiously into Kamesh's small one room office. This was in a different part of Gurgaon where dusty roads can easily choke someone to death. It's been said that most crimes related to land and land disputes arise from this part of Gurgaon.
The office was in the first floor of a dilapidated building , the kind you will only find in the rustic outskirts of Gurgaon.
Kamesh was now a prominent real estate builder of Gurgaon.
Kamesh was Rakesh's old flatmate many years back when Rakesh was in his Engineering final year . They shared the flat for a year , but even after that they stayed connected. They were not very close friends, but they stayed in touch occasionally over weekends.
Kamesh started with humble beginnings with a small broker business in the 2000s. Gurgaon was still not the cyber city it is today. He struggled a lot initially to set up this business often working illegally with political leaders to get land deals dirt cheap.
"Dekh yaar, mid-way kar le benchodd ,report mein flaw note kar, but recommend 'rectifiable with minor fixes.' Unko lagna chahiye tu unka hai, par clean rakhna apna haath. Main bol dunga local MLA ko , but thoda cut chahie mujhe bhi aur MLA ko bhi " Kamesh spoke with his usual ruthless business like attitude.
Rakesh exhaled, the knot in his chest loosening just a fraction, he realising this may not be the most legal and ethical way .
" Kitna % cut Kamesh , already there has been enquiry in the department!" Rakesh asked anxiously..
" Rakesh ,bhai seedhe hisaab , yeh sab kaam pe risk hai , tu dost hai mera isilie kar raha hu.. cut to chahie minimum 20% .. soch le thoda ..no pressure .. agar chahie to phone karna sochke " Kamesh smiled ..
His bulky huge frame grinned at Rakesh , Kamesh will not be very tall , but had an extremely broad and stocky physique , his broad shoulders straining against the polo T shirt he was wearing and his thick biceps looked a bit scary even to Rakesh. His deep manly voice reverberated through the dirty room , as the old fan swirled slowly.
" Ok Bhai sochta hu main ... Lekin 20% cut to bahut jyada hai " Rakesh tried to reason
" Rakesh , tujhe pata hai bhenchod kitna risk hai , 20% I have told you is very less dude , anyway Maine bola na koi pressure nhi , kisi dusra way mil gaya , to kar Lena , uspe kya bada baat hai!"
Rakesh nodded!
The talk drifted, as it always did with old pals, to the ghosts of Gurgaon glory—boozy nights at DLF Cyber Hub
"Aur Sneha-Dhruv? Azamgarh mein settle ho gaye? Gaon ki mitti ne adjust kar liya?" Kamesh's eyes sharpened behind the casual probe, a flicker of something darker than nostalgia
Rakesh chuckled
"Haan yaar, Dhruv ko ek achha college mil gaya football aur studies mein busy rehta hai. Sneha... office se mostly WFH karti hai, kabhi-kabhi client visits ke liye nikalti hai, ya office jaati hai.."
He glanced at his watch, the meeting's shadow looming. "Chal, milte hain next time—tu aa ja Azamgarh, ghar pe biryani khilaunga." They clapped shoulders, Rakesh vanishing into the traffic snarl, leaving Kamesh alone in the dusty office room , his mind wandering to forbidden territory!
"Sneha! Ahhhha " he thought, the memory hitting like a gut punch laced with Glenfiddich burn. The memory flashed backed to the 31st of December last year, the air crisp with Gurgaon's false winter chill, fairy lights twinkling like cheap promises along Sector 56's corridors near Hong Kong Market.
Flashback of last year's 31st December
Kamesh had texted him mid-afternoon: "Yaar kase hai ?bahut din nhi mile ho ? Aaj bahar jana hai ?"
Rakesh texted back " Nahi yaar office ke bahut kaam hai aaj , ek kaam kar Kamesh , aa ja ghar pe—New Year hai Glenfiddich leke ana, Sneha ko surprise milega."
Kamesh had grinned into the mirror, flexing his gym-honed pecs under the fitted shirt, dousing himself in that musky aftershave that clung like intent. The bottle nestled in his arm , he rode his bullet bike through the cleaner roads of Gurgaon which were not as dusty as the place where he lived.
Kamesh buzzed the calling bell and Sneha opened the door ,
She was fresh from some home yoga flow or whatever that kept her body sinful, in a faded gray V-neck tee that hugged her massive 36D boobs like a lover's greedy palms, the thin cotton translucent just enough in the hallway glow to reveal her dusky areolas, her nipples perking faint peaks against the fabric from the winter's cold bite. Sweatpants clung low on her hips, gray cotton molding the lush flare of her ass cheeks, riding up the crack like an invitation to sin, her navel peeking bare and deep, a pinkish dimple fringed with soft down that begged a thumb's rough dip. Raven hair tousled loose, her full lips glossed pink, kohl-smudged eyes sparkling even in that dim evening light!
"Kamesh uncle!" Dhruv piped up from the living room shadows, class in his oversized sweater and pajama bottoms, all gangly limbs and that boyish face mirroring his mom's—same sharp cheekbones, same pouty lips that made his mom so Irresistibly sexy!
Sneha's laugh bubbled low, throaty, as she leaned against the doorframe, one hip cocked in a pose that made Kamesh's Nunu twitch heavy in his chinos
"Arre Kamesh ji, what a surprise ,andar aao please, you won't believe..Rakesh official meeting mein phas gaya Gurgaon ke bahar and that too on 31st night ko !"
Kamesh chuckled " hain ? Aaj bhi ? aaj to usko chutti milna chahie tha "
" Yeh department ase hi hai Kamesh ji , anyway , aap to bottle bhi laye ho , sad aapke dost hi nhi Hain "
" Aree yar , yeh to kafi galaat hua , ekbar phone to karega na mujhe "
" Same usual thing , meeting chal rahe hai , no phone no texting , khair aap baitho , main coffee banake lati hu !"
Unaware—or was she?—of the heat her casual sprawl ignited, she turned, ass globes jiggling subtle under her thin sweat pants, the faint jasmine of her skin mingling with the apartment's vanilla diffuser haze. Kamesh swallowed hard, the Glenfiddich suddenly feeling like a prop in a porno script, his eyes tracing the sway of her ponytail brushing the small of her back, imagining fisting it while he rutted her from behind. Dhruv bounced up, eyes wide at the bottle
They settled into the L-shaped sofa in the living area—Sneha curling one leg under her, tee riding up to bare a sliver more of that taut midriff, her deep navel winking clearly , Dhruv flopping cross-legged beside her, close enough their thighs brushed, the boy stealing glances at her profile with that puppy-lust haze only a pre-teen could mask as innocence.
Sneha bustled back with a tray—steaming mugs of filter coffee
"Kamesh ji, family ka kya haal? Bhabhi aur bacche?" she asked, sinking back, her knee grazing his accidentally-on-purpose as she handed over the mug, steam curling between them like unspoken steam.
Kamesh's gaze dipped unbidden to the V of her tee, the swell of her boobs rising with each breath, the V of her tee clearly giving away the swell of her ripe firm boobs .
He shifted, his thick Nunu thickening insistent against his thigh, pre-cum beading hot as he forced a grin.
"Sab theek, Sneha—beta 11th class main busy, biwi toh Bareilly ki gaon p hai. ... Par tum... yaar, ek bacche ki maa ho kar bhi, kya maintain kiya hai khud ko. Dhruv bilkul tumhari photocopy hai—wohi chehra.. lips to jaise tumare bilkul copy ho." His voice dropped a notch, flirt veiled as praise, eyes locking on hers with that bold stare.
Sneha's cheeks flushed a dusky tone, but she leaned into it, playful, turning to Dhruv with a mother's glow laced with tease. "Suna beta? Uncle bol rahe hain tu Momma ka pet hai."
She cupped his chin, tilting his face to the light, then planted a smacking kiss on his cheek—puunch!
The wet sound echoing soft in the room, her full lips lingering just a beat too long, gloss smearing a faint pink trail. Dhruv's eyes fluttered half-shut, a shiver rippling through his skinny frame, his small lulli stirring guilty in his pajamas as he leaned into her warmth, inhaling her jasmine-musk . "Haan Momma... your boy," he mumbled, voice cracking boyish, but Kamesh caught the flicker—the kid's gaze dipping to her cleavage's shadowed valley, lust budding raw and unfiltered, mirroring his own throbbing ache.
Kamesh's Nunu surged fuller, tenting his chinos painfully, the sight pornographic in its innocence:
"Arre waah, Momma's pet perfect combo. Dhruv, studies kaisa chal raha? college mein topper banega na?"
Dhruv shrugged, scooting closer to Sneha's thigh, his hand absently brushing her knee. "Haan uncle, par kal unit test hai... itna padhna padta hai, boring."
Sneha ruffled his hair, her laugh a velvet rumble that vibrated straight to Kamesh's balls. "Ye lo, Dhruv kabhi serious nahi hota tests ke liye—unless Momma peeche pad jaye. Hai na Shaitan ?"
She pinched his cheek, the motion making her boobs jiggle soft, the tee's neckline gaping just enough to flash the lace edge of her white bra, creamy undersides spilling over.
The talk meandered easy, Sneha's eyes lighting up over the latest Bollywood blockbuster "Arre Kamesh ji, Bollywood p ajkal story kaha ... Sirf item number aur dance"—then shopping hauls, her gesturing animated, tee riding higher to bare the soft quiver of her belly, navel contracting faint in the lamplight. Kamesh leaned in, voice dropping, his knee now pressing hers deliberate.
"Haan yaar, par tumhari shopping list sun kar hi mera wallet roy parega. Par seriously, Sneha—ek mom ho kar bhi itni fit, gym jaati ho kya daily?"
It was 10 PM now, the city outside pulsing with distant fireworks pops, New Year's Eve in full swing. He swirled his empty mug, eyes tracing the curve of her neck, "Aur plan kya hai aaj raat ka? Party toh hogi na—Rakesh wapas aa raha hai na?"
Sneha sighed, arms arching overhead so her tee pulled taut, boobs thrusting forward in obscene splendor, nipples outlined clearly against the fabric. "Arre nahi Kamesh ji, no party—Dhruv ka test hai kal, is gentleman ko padhai karni hai. "
Dhruv pouted, nestling his head on her shoulder, inhaling her scent like opium
"Arre Sneha, one night won't ruin the kid's brains—New Year hai yaar! Dhruv bachcha, be a good beta for today " Dhruv nodded eager, eyes gleaming with that forbidden spark
"Haan Momma, actually Kamesh Uncle is right ..please... My lessons are almost done ..why don't you go party with him ?"
Sneha's laugh pealed, but her eyes met Kamesh's over Dhruv's head, a sassy glint promising mischief.
"Dekho ji, ab toh mera beta bhi corrupt ho gaya tumhare persuasion se. Theek hai, Dhruv—jao so jao abhi, Momma jaa rahi hai party Kam uncle ke saath. No late-night TV, samjhe? Good boy."
She rose fluid, pulling him up with her, the sofa sighing relief, and Dhruv lunged into a hug, his face burying in her cleavage's plush valley for a heartbeat too long, inhaling deep before she peeled him off.
Sneha turned, tee clinging sweat-damp to her curves. "Ek minute, main change kar ke aati hoon—yeh ghar ka look party ke liye thoda... casual hai na?" She vanished into the bedroom, door clicking soft, leaving Kamesh's cock a rigid ache, mind reeling with visions of her peeling off those sweats, thong-clad ass flexing in the mirror.
Kamesh engaged in an animated small talk with the childish Dhruv, until sneha came back—her tight blue jeans molding her thighs like liquid latex, hugging the plump globes of her ass in a heart-stopping cling, the low-rise waistband baring a teasing strip of hipbone and the dimple above her crack. She had swapped the white tee she was wearing with a fitted blue one, but the V-neck of this tee was more plunging than the previous one , the fabric stretchy-thin, outlining every heave and jiggle of her massive boobs , nipples perking stiff peaks from the chill or the thrill. Hair loose in wild raven waves, lips freshly glossed crimson, and a spritz of that jasmine perfume.
"Guys, ready? Am I looking hot, or what?" She twirled playfully, jeans creaking taut over her ass cheeks , camel-toe hinting faint through the denims, boobs bouncing hypnotic in their cage.
Dhruv, hovering in the doorway like a moth to flame "Yes Momma... super ! , enjoy the party while I have to study for this stupid test! " His voice childishly sad
Sneha giggled, ruffling his hair"My naughty tiger—ab so jao, Momma late night wapas aayegi."
Kamesh felt Sneha's dressing up though decent radiated a distinct heat inside his body , his eyes secretly tearing through Sneha's ass globes.
"Sneha... Woow , you are looking such a killer aaj .... jeans mein itna hot lekin ... " His voice rumbled low, eyes devouring the curve of her ass
Sneha paused mid-way near the door " Lekin kya ?"
" New year party hai ... Mujhe laga skirt pehen rahi hai aaj "
Sneha smiled , her lips curving wicked, eyes smoldering promise. "Next time, Kamesh ji... abhi ke liye, yeh jeans hi sambhal lo."
She called out to dhruv "Be a good boy, beta—no mischief!"
The door clicked shut behind them, leaving the boy slumped against the frame
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