divya

[కుమార్]

After the kiss, Lalla looked at Divya with a dirty smile.

‎His yellow teeth flashed in the dim bathroom light. His rough hand caught her right wrist gently but firmly.

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‎ He guided her hand down, under the waistband of his dirty lungi.

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‎Divya’s fingers brushed hot, coarse pubic hair first. Then the thick shaft — already hard, veined, slick at the tip with pre-cum. She gasped softly.

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‎Pulled her hand back quick — shy, scared.

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‎“Nahi… uncle ji…” she whispered, voice trembling.

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‎Lalla didn’t let go. He pushed her hand back inside.

‎Wrapped her soft fingers around his cock. Closed her palm around it.

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‎ The heat burned her skin. The thickness filled her grip.

‎ She felt every pulse, every vein throbbing under her palm.

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‎Divya face became deep red. Eyes down. Shy like a new bride.

‎ But she didn’t pull away again.

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‎ Slowly… very slowly… her fingers started moving.

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‎She shook his penis gently at first — up and down, loose grip.

‎Skin slid over hardness. Pre-cum made it slippery.

‎ Wet sound small but clear in the quiet bathroom.

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‎Lalla groaned low. “Aah… beti… aise hi… dheere dheere…”

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‎His hips rocked forward little.

‎Cock slid through her fist.

‎Divya felt it grow even harder in her hand. Head swelled. Veins stood out more.

‎ She shook faster now — shy but steady.    

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‎Thumb brushed the wet tip each time. Spread the sticky pre-cum over the head.

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‎Her breathing became heavy.

‎ Breasts rose and fell fast under tight blouse.

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‎Nipples poked hard against fabric. Between her thighs — wetness growing again.

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‎She looked up at him once — eyes glassy, shy, guilty.

‎Then looked down again. Watched her own hand moving on his dirty cock.

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‎Lalla hand went to her hair. Stroked gently — almost loving. But voice rough.

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‎“Bahut achha kar rahi ho beti… ”

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‎Divya bit her lip. Shy moan escaped — “Mmm…”

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‎She shook harder. Fist tight now. Up-down fast. Cock throbbed in her palm. Lalla groaned louder. Hips bucked.

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‎Divya felt powerful. Dirty. Ashamed. Excited.

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‎Divya knew deep inside — she had never done this with Ranjith.

‎Never been this wild, this shameless.

‎With her husband it was always gentle, loving, under bedsheet in dark.

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‎Slow kisses. Soft touches. No rough hands. No pain mixed with pleasure. No dirty words.

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‎But now, in this tiny train bathroom, everything felt different.

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‎Lalla’s rough fingers reached blouse hooks. One by one, he unhooked them slowly — teasing.

‎ Each hook opening made a small click. Blouse loosened.

‎He pulled it off her shoulders.

‎ Fabric slid down her arms. Fell to floor.

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‎Then bra.

‎. He hooked fingers under straps. Pulled hard. Straps snapped.

‎ Bra cups fell forward.

‎ Her full, fair breasts spilled out free. Heavy. Soft. Nipples brown, already hard from cold air and shame.

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‎Mangalsutra rested between them — gold chain and black beads shining against her skin.

‎The sacred symbol of her marriage looked out of place now — hanging between naked breasts that an old, dirty stranger was staring at.

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‎Lalla eyes widened. He licked his cracked lips.

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‎His rough fingers caught her brown nipples. Pinched hard. Twisted. Pulled outward.

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‎Divya shouted with pain — sharp, high sound.

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‎“AHHH… uncle ji… dard…!”

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‎Pain shot through her chest like needle. Nipples throbbed.

‎But her body betrayed her again — cunt clenched empty, fresh wetness leaked down inner thighs.

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‎Lalla smiled dirty. Yellow teeth flashed.

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‎“Doodh chahiye?” he asked low, voice thick with lust.

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‎Divya looked at his ugly face — beard full of dust, red eyes, sour breath.

‎She felt shame burn hot. But she smiled small, shy,

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‎divya Untied his lungi knot slow.

‎ Lungi fell. His thick cock jumped out — dark, veined, head purple and leaking. Pubic hair matted, dirty.

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‎Then she untied her own petticoat string. Let it drop.  down legs. Stepped out.

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‎Both naked now.

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‎Divya fair, soft, beautiful — breasts full, nipples brown ,waist thin, hips round, cunt shaved smooth, glistening wet.

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‎Lalla dark, rough, old — hairy chest, thick belly, cock standing hard and thick, balls heavy.

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‎They looked at each other long time. Silent. Breathing heavy.

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‎Rain sound outside. Train wheels clack-clack.

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‎Divya eyes went to his cock. Then to his face. Shy smile came again.

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‎Lalla stepped forward. Pressed body to hers. Cock rubbed on her lower belly. Hot. Sticky.