01-03-2026, 05:14 PM
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Chapter-72:
"Shave yourself, Tanvi. I can't have your pussy hair in my mouth tonight", he grunted loudly with a grin that almost made her feel to puke right where she stood.
"This...will never happen", she grumbled back and turned to walk out.
"Yes, it will...YOU will be back for more, slut!", Tanvi heard the rumble of his voice as she walked out of the apartment.
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Tanvi rushed out of Khurram's apartment, and ensured she closed his main door softly to avoid any sort of sound that could become the proof to anyone who might see her walking out "even though no one might", she had to take that womanly caution.
As she climbed down the step by giving complete attetention to any sounds, Tanvi was already trembling like a leaf with fright.
She was too late to wake up!
She knew it very well!
It was a blindingly bright day, and light shone everywhere and with each of her step, it seemed like the light was threatening to strop away her last shred of modesty and even though she was coming down the step where only hers and Khurram's apartments were, she still felt like every window in her Complex had eyes looking at her direction to see her in such scandalous state.
Whoever might look at her direction would see her. Though covered in a large tee-shirt, it hardly concealed her naked legs. The hem of Khurram's tee-shirt barely allowed any cover to the lower portion of her ass-cheeks. If she made a sudden move, it would lift, and her bare buttocks would be shown and displayed to the world.
She took a few more steps down, her heart hammering against her ribs, and looked toward the parking area where Dattu usually kept his cycle, waiting for people to collect the milk.
The moment she saw the steps and the small corridor area in front of her house to be empty, she ran down, sprinting with all her speed, her bare thighs rubbing together in a blur of motion.
Opening the grille, she almost jumped in and held the main door knob, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She fumbled behind the door to find the keys so she could bolt it shut and hide her shame, but in her frantic haste, she missed the fact that she was standing sideways to the main door threshold with her back towards the open grille, silhouetted like a forbidden prize.
Dattu, who had been on the verge of giving up on seeing the gorgeous woman of his dreams, rang his cycle bell a few times and was about to leave. It was then he saw a movement happening at Tanvi Madam's apartment...a flash of pale, smooth skin that made his pulse skyrocket.
He peeked and saw two naked legs walking through and entering inside, and instantly, blood rushed into his groin with a painful, throbbing heat. He didn't want to miss any chance of catching the glorious beauty he had lusted after in the dark; he ran, rushing towards the open grille like a starved predator. He froze the moment he reached the grille, as his eyes fell on the woman...the very female of his depraved thoughts...standing and fumbling at the door.
To see her wearing only a tee-shirt, displaying her entire naked legs to him, made him gulp hard, his mind flooded with images of tearing that fabric away and burying himself in her high-class flesh.
Tanvi was mortified when she felt his thin, bony but masculine presence behind her, her skin prickled at her with the sudden realization that she was caught.
"Madamji, your milk," Dattu updated, his voice thick and broken by hiccups of sheer, unadulterated lust.
"Just a minute, Dattu," somehow Tanvi rambled, her voice sounding breathless even to her own ears as she ran into her kitchen.
Once she picked up a tumbler, her mind spiralled into a vortex of hell; she heard a devilish voice in her head whispering how easy it would be to just let him see more of her naked skin…her unprotected place, a thought that made her chest tighten with a forbidden, primitive heat of annihilating sexual depravity. She brushed her hair back to remove that horrifying, yet strangely thrilling thought, trying to reclaim her composure.
Once at the door, she stood sideways, trying not to expose herself to the fullest, and extended the tumbler to the dazed milkman whose eyes were burning holes into her skin.
"I will come tomorrow, Madamji," somehow Dattu whispered in a coarse voice, his hand trembling as he handed back the milk-filled tumbler, his mind screaming at how close he was to her soft, high-class body…of her mesmerizingly foreign skin...
Then!
Dattu stood transfixed and frozen, his gaze locked on the curve of her hip.
Tanvi, after taking the tumbler from Dattu, felt a surge of reckless, intoxicating power; she moved forward and projected herself entirely into his line of sight with a whispered "thank you."
Then!
She turned her back to Dattu to head inside, and the keys from her other hand dropped to the floor as a sudden, calculated accident.
If her face was towards Dattu, he would've seen how red her cheeks were from the extreme shame she felt from the deliberate exposure to the low-class milkman who could hardly even dream of such a thing in real-life...but this was real...all too real...
Dattu, whose breath was caught in his throat, saw the woman of his wild, filthy dreams crouching down to her shins for a moment, and then slowly standing up.
Then!
His eyes couldn't believe what he saw, and his heart nearly stopped.
Right in front of him, hardly two feet from his face...was the half-naked woman standing up with the keys caught from the floor, and while doing it, the back of her tee-shirt...that thin, flimsy hem...lifting automatically as her body straightened.
Through her gloriously naked ass-cheeks, he saw a glimpse of the forbidden fruit he had only ever imagined in his darkest and filthiest fantasies.
Dattu finally got the first view of Tanvi's naked ass; it wasn't fully displayed, but half of her pale yellow, firm ass-cheeks were exposed as the hem lifted and bunched up when she crouched and stood.
The lowlife milkman from Basti finally got the first view of Tanvi's naked ass, though it wasn't fully displayed...but, half of her ass-cheeks were exposed as the hem lifted and bunched up when she crouched and stood.
With a slow, sideway nod at Dattu, a silent, heavy message passed between them...an understanding of some dark, devilish and primal sort that neither could take back.
Tanvi closed and locked the main door and let out a deep, long moan as her breath passed outside in a heavy gasp, her heart racing at the sheer ecstasy of the exposure.
Dattu took his first real breath only once he saw the door getting closed, his head spinning with the explicit image of her bared skin.
Both, Tanvi and Dattu stood gasping and panting for breaths in their extremely heated space...
A male unable to believe the vision he had just been gifted with, and a female who failed miserably with utter shame to find a single reason of her being unable to control her worst and dirtiest scandalous craving she had just fallen prey to...
The two humans were paralyzed on opposite sides of her home, unresponsive and unable to collect any rationale for their mutual misdeeds…but unknown to both…their respective pubic spots were already drenched!
Dattu took his first breath once he saw the door getting closed.
Was there an unspoken evil pact that got sealed between the 'Madamji' and the low-life milkman from Basti...???
OR...
Was it really a despoiled mistake of Tanvi's judgement gone wrong...???
"Shave yourself, Tanvi. I can't have your pussy hair in my mouth tonight", he grunted loudly with a grin that almost made her feel to puke right where she stood.
"This...will never happen", she grumbled back and turned to walk out.
"Yes, it will...YOU will be back for more, slut!", Tanvi heard the rumble of his voice as she walked out of the apartment.
=============================================
Tanvi rushed out of Khurram's apartment, and ensured she closed his main door softly to avoid any sort of sound that could become the proof to anyone who might see her walking out "even though no one might", she had to take that womanly caution.
As she climbed down the step by giving complete attetention to any sounds, Tanvi was already trembling like a leaf with fright.
She was too late to wake up!
She knew it very well!
It was a blindingly bright day, and light shone everywhere and with each of her step, it seemed like the light was threatening to strop away her last shred of modesty and even though she was coming down the step where only hers and Khurram's apartments were, she still felt like every window in her Complex had eyes looking at her direction to see her in such scandalous state.
Whoever might look at her direction would see her. Though covered in a large tee-shirt, it hardly concealed her naked legs. The hem of Khurram's tee-shirt barely allowed any cover to the lower portion of her ass-cheeks. If she made a sudden move, it would lift, and her bare buttocks would be shown and displayed to the world.
She took a few more steps down, her heart hammering against her ribs, and looked toward the parking area where Dattu usually kept his cycle, waiting for people to collect the milk.
The moment she saw the steps and the small corridor area in front of her house to be empty, she ran down, sprinting with all her speed, her bare thighs rubbing together in a blur of motion.
Opening the grille, she almost jumped in and held the main door knob, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She fumbled behind the door to find the keys so she could bolt it shut and hide her shame, but in her frantic haste, she missed the fact that she was standing sideways to the main door threshold with her back towards the open grille, silhouetted like a forbidden prize.
Dattu, who had been on the verge of giving up on seeing the gorgeous woman of his dreams, rang his cycle bell a few times and was about to leave. It was then he saw a movement happening at Tanvi Madam's apartment...a flash of pale, smooth skin that made his pulse skyrocket.
He peeked and saw two naked legs walking through and entering inside, and instantly, blood rushed into his groin with a painful, throbbing heat. He didn't want to miss any chance of catching the glorious beauty he had lusted after in the dark; he ran, rushing towards the open grille like a starved predator. He froze the moment he reached the grille, as his eyes fell on the woman...the very female of his depraved thoughts...standing and fumbling at the door.
To see her wearing only a tee-shirt, displaying her entire naked legs to him, made him gulp hard, his mind flooded with images of tearing that fabric away and burying himself in her high-class flesh.
Tanvi was mortified when she felt his thin, bony but masculine presence behind her, her skin prickled at her with the sudden realization that she was caught.
"Madamji, your milk," Dattu updated, his voice thick and broken by hiccups of sheer, unadulterated lust.
"Just a minute, Dattu," somehow Tanvi rambled, her voice sounding breathless even to her own ears as she ran into her kitchen.
Once she picked up a tumbler, her mind spiralled into a vortex of hell; she heard a devilish voice in her head whispering how easy it would be to just let him see more of her naked skin…her unprotected place, a thought that made her chest tighten with a forbidden, primitive heat of annihilating sexual depravity. She brushed her hair back to remove that horrifying, yet strangely thrilling thought, trying to reclaim her composure.
Once at the door, she stood sideways, trying not to expose herself to the fullest, and extended the tumbler to the dazed milkman whose eyes were burning holes into her skin.
"I will come tomorrow, Madamji," somehow Dattu whispered in a coarse voice, his hand trembling as he handed back the milk-filled tumbler, his mind screaming at how close he was to her soft, high-class body…of her mesmerizingly foreign skin...
Then!
Dattu stood transfixed and frozen, his gaze locked on the curve of her hip.
Tanvi, after taking the tumbler from Dattu, felt a surge of reckless, intoxicating power; she moved forward and projected herself entirely into his line of sight with a whispered "thank you."
Then!
She turned her back to Dattu to head inside, and the keys from her other hand dropped to the floor as a sudden, calculated accident.
If her face was towards Dattu, he would've seen how red her cheeks were from the extreme shame she felt from the deliberate exposure to the low-class milkman who could hardly even dream of such a thing in real-life...but this was real...all too real...
Dattu, whose breath was caught in his throat, saw the woman of his wild, filthy dreams crouching down to her shins for a moment, and then slowly standing up.
Then!
His eyes couldn't believe what he saw, and his heart nearly stopped.
Right in front of him, hardly two feet from his face...was the half-naked woman standing up with the keys caught from the floor, and while doing it, the back of her tee-shirt...that thin, flimsy hem...lifting automatically as her body straightened.
Through her gloriously naked ass-cheeks, he saw a glimpse of the forbidden fruit he had only ever imagined in his darkest and filthiest fantasies.
Dattu finally got the first view of Tanvi's naked ass; it wasn't fully displayed, but half of her pale yellow, firm ass-cheeks were exposed as the hem lifted and bunched up when she crouched and stood.
The lowlife milkman from Basti finally got the first view of Tanvi's naked ass, though it wasn't fully displayed...but, half of her ass-cheeks were exposed as the hem lifted and bunched up when she crouched and stood.
With a slow, sideway nod at Dattu, a silent, heavy message passed between them...an understanding of some dark, devilish and primal sort that neither could take back.
Tanvi closed and locked the main door and let out a deep, long moan as her breath passed outside in a heavy gasp, her heart racing at the sheer ecstasy of the exposure.
Dattu took his first real breath only once he saw the door getting closed, his head spinning with the explicit image of her bared skin.
Both, Tanvi and Dattu stood gasping and panting for breaths in their extremely heated space...
A male unable to believe the vision he had just been gifted with, and a female who failed miserably with utter shame to find a single reason of her being unable to control her worst and dirtiest scandalous craving she had just fallen prey to...
The two humans were paralyzed on opposite sides of her home, unresponsive and unable to collect any rationale for their mutual misdeeds…but unknown to both…their respective pubic spots were already drenched!
Dattu took his first breath once he saw the door getting closed.
Was there an unspoken evil pact that got sealed between the 'Madamji' and the low-life milkman from Basti...???
OR...
Was it really a despoiled mistake of Tanvi's judgement gone wrong...???
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