divya

[కుమార్]

BEfore twenty minutes..

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‎ when hamee see divya sexy body..

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‎ Hamee suddenly grabbed Divya’s waist with both hands.

‎ His rough, calloused fingers dug into her soft flesh through the thin salwar.

‎ He lifted her off  like she weighed nothing and slammed her back against the  wall..

‎Divya gasped sharply — “Ahh!”

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‎Hamee crushed his filthy, sweat-soaked body against hers instantly.

‎ His hairy chest flattened her breasts painfully, nipples scbanging raw against his coarse shirt hair.

‎His hips slammed forward violently — thick cock stabbing against her lower belly like a burning rod through the thin salwar.

‎The force lifted her toes off the tiles for a second.

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‎He smelled rancid — stale daru, days-old sweat, beedi tar, unwashed crotch musk. The stench flooded her nose with every ragged exhale he blew against her throat. His beard — matted, — raked her cheek and neck like steel wool as he dragged his open mouth down, biting the side of her throat hard .

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‎“Tu meri kutiya hai ab, memsab,” he snarled, voice gravel-thick, spit spraying her earlobe. “Randi ban gayi… le pura.”

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‎ divya looked at his eyes,said"shut up"

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‎ he kissed on her lips hardly.

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‎Divya’s hands clawed at his shoulders — nails ripping through damp shirt fabric — “No… Ranjith… please…!” — but her voice cracked into a whimper.

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‎Body already betraying her: nipples painfully hard, cunt clenching empty, slick heat soaking her panties.

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‎Hamee ripped her dupatta off with one savage yank .

‎Threw it behind him like garbage.

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‎Both hands seized the neckline of her kameez and tore downward — fabric shredded like paper, buttons flying across tiles like bullets.

‎ bra exposed.

‎He hooked filthy fingers under the cups and yanked violently — straps snapped with sharp pops, bra tore in half — her heavy breasts spilled out, bouncing free.

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‎ Nipples dark brown, swollen, erect from fear and sick arousal.

‎Cool air slapped them like ice; goosebumps raced over her skin.

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‎He attacked her right nipple like a beast — sucked so hard .

‎it hurt, teeth clamping down viciously, grinding.

‎Divya screamed raw — “AHHHH… dard…bhaiyaa  …!” — back arching off the wall involuntarily, shoving her breast deeper into his mouth.

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‎Pain lanced white-hot through her chest, twisted into filthy pleasure that shot straight to her clit.

‎Left nipple throbbed untouched, begging.

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‎His right hand plunged inside her salwar waistband — drawstring snapped like thread under his fingers.

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‎He shoved panties aside brutally — fabric ripped at the crotch seam — and rammed two thick, calloused fingers deep inside her without mercy.

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‎She was drenched — hot, slick, swollen — cunt sucking his fingers in greedily.

‎He pumped fast, rough, curling hard against her g-spot, knuckles grinding her clit.

‎Wet squelching sounds echoed obscenely in the hall.

‎"aah aahh bhaiyaa..mm ..mmaahh"

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‎Juices coated his wrist, ran in thick rivulets down her inner thighs, puddled on the floor tiles.

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‎Divya’s head thrashed side to side — “AHH… Hamee bhai… dheere… ” — but hips bucked forward desperately, fucking herself on his fingers.

‎ Shame burned hotter than pain.

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‎He yanked fingers out with a filthy pop. Grabbed her salwar and panties in one fist — tore them down her legs in a single brutal rip.

‎Cloth shredded at the knees. She stumbled, legs forced wide.

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‎Hamee spun her around like a rag doll.

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‎ Slammed divya chest-first into the wall — breasts crushed painfully flat on cold tiles, nipples scbanging rough plaster.

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‎ Ass thrust out. He kicked divya feet apart wider — almost splitting her thighs. Dropped his lungi.

‎ Cock sprang free — thick, dark, veined, head swollen purple and dripping.

‎Smell pungent, musky, unwashed.