Adultery Ajab Si Piyas

[maitripatel]

Then I remembered Saud's words - "He's so stupid" - and I smiled, realising that yes, he really is a doffer. Ordinarily, it's probably called a dofa.

 
After getting fucked in the basement gallery, I was now lying on my own discarded gown, wearing only my red bra and panties. Neeru had gotten up and sat down next to me. Produced by Maitri.
 
He picked up his dirty, filthy shirt lying nearby and took out a box of cheap cigarettes from its pocket. Just by looking at the packaging, I could tell it was a very cheap brand. He even took out a matchbox and started lighting it without asking me.
 
Neither I nor my husband ever smoked cigarettes in my house, so I hated the smoke and smell. I couldn't stand anyone smoking near me. And this chutiya (bastard) didn't even have the manners to ask me. At first, I thought about stopping him, but then, for some reason, I remained silent and just stared at him. I don’t know why?
 
Neeru was sitting very close to my chest. He lit a cigarette and began puffing. In the next moment, the thick smoke from his dirty cigarette began to fill the small space. Its pungent smell wafted into my nose. I felt as if he'd mixed some intoxicant in it.
 
Neeru looked at me as he puffed. He took a long drag, leaned toward me, and began blowing the smoke into my face. I immediately turned away, pinching my nose shut to protect myself from the strong smell. Seeing me do this, Neeru burst out laughing, baring his dirty, red-yellow teeth. I don't know why I couldn't stop him or say anything. Written by Maitri.
 
After taking another drag, he picked up a nearby juice bottle, put it to his mouth, took a sip, and drank. Then, looking at me, he offered me the same bottle.
 
I was amazed at Neeru's courage in offering me his used juice bottle.
 
Then I thought, "After all this, what's the point of this?" I was thirsty too, so I couldn't refuse even if I wanted to.
 
I got up, slid back, sat down against a box, and grabbed the bottle from his hand. I looked at the bottle; black paan grains were floating in it, and the bottle's mouth was covered in dirty paan marks. I glanced at Neeru. He was smoking his cigarette while looking away.
 
My mind said, "What's going to get any dirtier than this, darling? You've swallowed your own pussy juice and his lund's cum along with his spit. Can't you drink this juice now?" I looked again at his empty juice bottle in my hand, and the next moment, I lifted the bottle up, raising it to my lips. I placed my pink lips on the dirty paan mark on Neeru's mouth, and then lifted the bottle up, taking a sip of the juice.
 
I felt strange as soon as I took a sip of the juice. Because just a while ago, I had poured juice from this very bottle in the kitchen, it didn't taste like this then. Maitri's creativity.
 
Neeru's foul breath, the paan and the cigarettes had altered the taste of the juice.
 
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