21-02-2026, 05:37 PM
"What are you doing lying here completely naked?" I asked.
"I want sex," she replied, pressing her breasts against my chest.
"It's wrong to be like this with another man," I said, closing my eyes and lying back down.
Razia began planting kisses on my face and slowly moved downward.
She unbuttoned my shirt and kissed my chest. My penis hardened completely.
Continuing downward, she kissed my navel, then pulled down my pant zipper with her teeth.
She removed all my clothes as well.
I kept my eyes closed.
As Razia kissed my thighs, my cock stood fully erect.
With one hand, she gripped my cock and stroked it while kissing my balls. She took each one into her mouth and licked them.
She licked the length of my cock with her tongue, planting kisses along it. Then she parted her lips and took my cock into her mouth. It was hard for me to stay still—her tongue swirled around my shaft. I stroked her head and said, "I'll cum in your mouth—enough."
"Already?" she teased, climbing on top of me and guiding my cock into her pussy.
"Sss, it's not fitting properly," she said. I kept my eyes closed.
Razia placed her hands on my chest and began moving her hips. Slowly, moans escaped her lips. I opened my eyes.
Razia was riding me hard, moaning "Ahh ahh," her breasts bouncing up and down. I grabbed them.
She paused occasionally, then resumed—twisting her waist, enjoying the pleasure of my cock inside her pussy until her juices flowed and she cried out in orgasm.
As she tired, I flipped her over, got on top, and started thrusting my cock deep into her pussy, pounding her while kneading her breasts. I bit her cheeks and kissed her passionately.
My cum finally shot deep inside her pussy.
Before evening, I fucked Razia's pussy twice with my cock.
After she left, I lay down exhausted.
The next day, I questioned the SP: "Confess to the murder."
A lawyer was present with me.
"I won't confess," he shouted.
I played the audio of what he had said while drugged.
"Now tell me," I said.
He finally broke. "It's true—every station has to obey what I say. That guy wouldn't listen. I threatened to file cases against him and extorted money, but he refused. My income dropped.
He started checking my jeeps and cars, which stopped me from collecting money from the terrorists. I had no choice. When he was on his way home from the station—there was a ten-kilometer empty stretch of road—I stopped him and shot him.
I altered the case myself, but his mother and father never believed the terrorist story," the SP confessed.
The state government dismissed him. The law department transferred the case to the Punjab High Court.
The Jammu and Kashmir government announced compensation—unlike before, they would give one crore rupees: half to his mother and father, half to his wife, Razia. I handed the file to the lawyer.
The next day, at the airport, Razia arrived with the SI's mother and father.
"Why did you come all this way?" I asked when I saw them.
"Because of you, we finally learned the truth, son," they said, blessing me.
It was time for the flight to depart. Tears filled Razia's eyes. I pulled her aside and said, "Listen to your father and get married as he advised."
"Will you forget me?" she asked.
I slipped my hand under her kurta and squeezed her left breast.
"When you come to Delhi, meet me. When I come to Srinagar, I'll meet you," I said, squeezing her right breast with my other hand. Both my hands were now inside her kurta.
I kissed her deeply, sucking her tongue.
While squeezing her breasts and kissing her, as I started to leave, Razia said one thing—
"I love you, Rahul."
Three hours later, I was back in New Delhi.
"Fantastic," the officers congratulated me.
"You showed what CBI really means," Parandhamam garu said.
"What are you doing lying here completely naked?" I asked.
"I want sex," she replied, pressing her breasts against my chest.
"It's wrong to be like this with another man," I said, closing my eyes and lying back down.
Razia began planting kisses on my face and slowly moved downward.
She unbuttoned my shirt and kissed my chest. My penis hardened completely.
Continuing downward, she kissed my navel, then pulled down my pant zipper with her teeth.
She removed all my clothes as well.
I kept my eyes closed.
As Razia kissed my thighs, my cock stood fully erect.
With one hand, she gripped my cock and stroked it while kissing my balls. She took each one into her mouth and licked them.
She licked the length of my cock with her tongue, planting kisses along it. Then she parted her lips and took my cock into her mouth. It was hard for me to stay still—her tongue swirled around my shaft. I stroked her head and said, "I'll cum in your mouth—enough."
"Already?" she teased, climbing on top of me and guiding my cock into her pussy.
"Sss, it's not fitting properly," she said. I kept my eyes closed.
Razia placed her hands on my chest and began moving her hips. Slowly, moans escaped her lips. I opened my eyes.
Razia was riding me hard, moaning "Ahh ahh," her breasts bouncing up and down. I grabbed them.
She paused occasionally, then resumed—twisting her waist, enjoying the pleasure of my cock inside her pussy until her juices flowed and she cried out in orgasm.
As she tired, I flipped her over, got on top, and started thrusting my cock deep into her pussy, pounding her while kneading her breasts. I bit her cheeks and kissed her passionately.
My cum finally shot deep inside her pussy.
Before evening, I fucked Razia's pussy twice with my cock.
After she left, I lay down exhausted.
The next day, I questioned the SP: "Confess to the murder."
A lawyer was present with me.
"I won't confess," he shouted.
I played the audio of what he had said while drugged.
"Now tell me," I said.
He finally broke. "It's true—every station has to obey what I say. That guy wouldn't listen. I threatened to file cases against him and extorted money, but he refused. My income dropped.
He started checking my jeeps and cars, which stopped me from collecting money from the terrorists. I had no choice. When he was on his way home from the station—there was a ten-kilometer empty stretch of road—I stopped him and shot him.
I altered the case myself, but his mother and father never believed the terrorist story," the SP confessed.
The state government dismissed him. The law department transferred the case to the Punjab High Court.
The Jammu and Kashmir government announced compensation—unlike before, they would give one crore rupees: half to his mother and father, half to his wife, Razia. I handed the file to the lawyer.
The next day, at the airport, Razia arrived with the SI's mother and father.
"Why did you come all this way?" I asked when I saw them.
"Because of you, we finally learned the truth, son," they said, blessing me.
It was time for the flight to depart. Tears filled Razia's eyes. I pulled her aside and said, "Listen to your father and get married as he advised."
"Will you forget me?" she asked.
I slipped my hand under her kurta and squeezed her left breast.
"When you come to Delhi, meet me. When I come to Srinagar, I'll meet you," I said, squeezing her right breast with my other hand. Both my hands were now inside her kurta.
I kissed her deeply, sucking her tongue.
While squeezing her breasts and kissing her, as I started to leave, Razia said one thing—
"I love you, Rahul."
Three hours later, I was back in New Delhi.
"Fantastic," the officers congratulated me.
"You showed what CBI really means," Parandhamam garu said.
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