Adultery Meri wife job me ya kahi or

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Rahul jaldi se washroom se bahar aaya, dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha, video ke scenes abhi bhi aankhon ke saamne ghum rahe the – Anita ki gaand phat rahi thi boss ke motay lund se, wohi cheekhein, wohi humiliation, "Sir... phaad diya... meri gaand jal rahi hai..." Uske lund pe abhi bhi pre-cum ki chamak thi, teen baar jhad chuka tha aaj raat, par abhi bhi half-hard tha, dard kar raha tha.

Bedroom mein pahuncha toh Anita gehri neend mein thi – nighty upar sarak gayi thi, thighs spread, mangalsutra gale mein latka hua, boobs up-down ho rahe the saanson se. Rahul ka dil phir se dhadka. Woh soch raha tha, "Yeh gaand... kya sach mein phat gayi hogi boss ke lund se? Kaise pata chalega?"

Woh chupke se bed pe chadh gaya, Anita ki taraf mudha. Usne dheere se nighty aur upar ki, pink lace panty dikhi – wahi panty jo kal video mein thi? Usne panty ko dheere se neeche khiska, gaand expose kar di – round, fair, soft gaand, ched pink aur tight lag raha tha, normal dikhai de raha tha, koi laali ya swelling nahi. Rahul ne socha, "Normal lag raha hai... kaise pata chalega? Video mein toh khoon tha, phooli hui thi gaand... shayad kal ki baat hai, ab thoda recover ho gayi hogi?"

Usne curiosity mein ek ungli gaand ke ched pe lagayi – dheere se circle banaya, phir thoda pressure daala. Ungli thodi andar gayi – Anita ka badan hil utha, woh uth gayi, aankhein khuli, cheekh ki, "Ahhh... kya kar rahe ho jaanu? Chi... hatao wahan se... ahhh... dard ho raha hai!"

Rahul ruk gaya, ungli bahar nikaali, "Sorry baby... bas try kar raha tha... mood ho gaya hai kya tumhara?"

Anita ne blanket khinch ke gaand cover ki, thoda gusse mein, par smile ke saath, "Mood? Tumhare liye hamesha hai jaanu... par wahan nahi... ganda hota hai... aao so jao." Usne Rahul ko baahon mein kheench liya, gale laga ke so gayi, uski garam saans Rahul ke gale pe pad rahi thi.

Rahul ke mann mein abhi bhi wohi chal raha tha – video ke scenes repeat ho rahe the: Anita boss ke liye moan kar rahi thi, "Sir... phaad do meri gaand... humiliation mat karo... ahhhh... meri gaand jal rahi hai..." Rahul soch raha tha, "Kya sach hoga yeh? Meri biwi boss ki rand ban chuki hai? Office mein cabin mein, gaand chatwa rahi hai, ungliyan daalwa rahi hai... aur mujhe haath nahi lagane deti? Saali kutiya... mujhe humiliate kar rahi hai... par yeh sab sach hai ya mera dimag?"

Usne Anita ke gaand pe haath rakha blanket ke upar se, dheere se sehlaya – abhi bhi soft thi, par Rahul ko lag raha tha jaise andar se phooli hui ho, dard bhari. Woh soch raha tha, "Kal Pooja se milega... tattoo poochhunga, boss ke baare mein... ya Anita ko video dikha ke dekhunga reaction. Yeh secret nahi chalega zyada din."

Rahul gehri neend mein chala gaya, par sapne mein bas wohi scenes – Anita ki gaand phat rahi thi, boss ka lund andar bahar, humiliation se bhari moans, "Sir... kutiya hoon main... roj marna..." Aur Rahul jaagta raha, lund phir se khada ho raha tha.