divya

[కుమార్]

‎ Divya closed her eyes tight. 
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‎Hamee hand squeezed her ass even harder. Fingers dug deep into soft flesh. Pain mixed with heat.
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‎His other hand came up fast. Caught her chin rough. Turned her face up.
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‎He kissed her again.
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‎This time hard. 
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‎Lips crushed on her lips. No softness. He sucked her lower lip hard. Teeth grazed. Tongue pushed inside deep.
‎ Tasted her mouth like he owned it.
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‎Divya small moan escaped. Not joy. But body reacted. Her tongue touched his unwillingly. Wet sound of kiss loud in night air. Street light shining on them.
‎ Her sindoor smudged more from his beard rubbing.
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‎Hamee growled low in throat. Kiss became wilder. He bit her upper lip lightly. Pulled. Then sucked hard again. Tongue moved inside her mouth fast. Exploring every corner. Liquor taste strong. Beedi smell mixed with her jasmine hair oil.
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‎Divya hands on his shoulders. Fingers dug in dirty shirt. Not pushing now. Just holding. Her body pressed closer without meaning. Breasts crushed on his chest. Nipples hard against blouse.
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‎His hips rocked forward. Hard penis rubbed on her thigh again. Thicker now. Hotter.
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‎Kiss went on long. 30 seconds. 40. Wet. Noisy. Hungry.
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‎When he finally pulled back little, both breathing heavy.
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‎Divya lips swollen red. Wet. 
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‎Hamee looked at her. Dirty smile.
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‎“Memsab… you kiss like hungry woman.”
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‎Divya whispered angry-shame, “Bas… stop now.”
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‎But her body still close. Not moving away.
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‎Hamee hand on her ass squeezed once more. Slow. Possessive.
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