divya

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‎Divya looked at Hamee. His eyes red, face tired from liquor and fight with wife. She spoke slow, soft voice.

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‎“You are looking tired, Hamee bhaiya.”
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‎Hamee came  near. Very close now. Liquor smell strong. His dirty beard almost touching her face.
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‎He said low, rough, “Haan memsab… main raandi ke paas jaana chahta hu. Lekin paisa nahi hai.”
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‎Divya smiled little. Small, sad smile. Not happy smile. Just lips moved.
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‎She asked quiet, “You have wife na?”
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‎Hamee laughed short. Bad laugh.
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‎“Woh toh buddhi ho gayi. Ab maza nahi deti.”
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‎Divya turned head. Looked at Monu room door. It was closed. Light off.
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‎She took deep breath.
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‎Then she leaned forward.
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‎Started kissing Hamee lips.
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‎She pressed her soft lips hard on his rough, cracked lips. No slow start. Straight deep. Her mouth opened. Tongue pushed inside his mouth fast.
‎ Tasted liquor, beedi, dirty taste. But she did not stop.
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‎Hamee surprised one second. Then he kissed back wild. Hands came up. One caught her waist tight. Other hand went to back of her head. Fingers in her hair. Pulled her closer.
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‎Kiss became mad. Wet. Noisy. Lips sucking lips. Tongue fighting tongue.
‎ He bit her lower lip hard. She moaned small in his mouth. “Mmm…”
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‎Her hands on his dirty shirt. Fingers tight. Pulling him more near.
‎ her Breasts crushed on his chest. Nipples hard through blouse. His beard scratched her cheeks, chin.
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‎Kiss long.  Breathing heavy. Wet sound loud in hall .
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‎Hamee hand slid down. Squeezed her ass hard through saree. Pulled her hips to him. His hard penis pressed on her lower belly. Rubbed slow.
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‎Divya did not stop kiss. She sucked his tongue deep. Bit his lip back little. Her body shaking. But kiss not stopping.
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‎After long time she pulled back little. Lips wet. . Breathing fast.
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‎Hamee looked at her. Dirty smile big now.
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‎“Memsab… you are hot.”
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‎Divya did not answer. Just looked at him.
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