08-07-2026, 03:33 PM
I immediately spoke up, a hint of anger in my voice:
“Neeru… what kind of insolence is this?” Maitri's production.
Neeru instantly held the glass back out to me and said,
“Sorry, Madam-ji… I was just so thirsty, I couldn't help myself. Please forgive me. Madam-ji… if possible, could you make something to eat? I’m starving.”
Saying this, Neeru headed downstairs, either to get back to work or perhaps after having finished his task.
Neeru was gone, and I sat there holding the glass of juice he had handed me, watching him walk away. Once he had vanished from sight, I looked down at the glass of mango juice. Floating atop the thick, yellow mango juice was some crimson liquid and a few small, grainy particles. I realized that Neeru had taken a sip in such a crude manner that a glob of his paan spit had ended up in my glass.
Instead of watching TV, my gaze was now fixed on that glass of juice. Staring at the juice, and without a conscious thought, I dipped the finger of my right hand into the glass. I touched the floating paan spit with my finger and swirled it in. Then, slowly stirring the finger around, I began mixing that foul paan spit, discharged from the dirty, stinking mouth of Neeru, a man of the lower class, into my mango juice.
Gradually, the paan spit blended and dissolved into the mango juice. I withdrew my finger, put it in my mouth, and sucked on it. I glanced back toward the basement stairs, then cast another look at the glass of juice. And the very next moment, I pressed my soft, pink lips against the glass of juice, tainted by Neeru’s saliva and the residue of the paan she had been chewing, and began to drink.
With the very first sip, I realized how much the taste had changed; the juice’s natural flavor was now marred by the taste of paan and a faint, unpleasant odor. Yet, with the second sip, I downed the remaining juice in one go and then stared blankly at the empty glass. Written by Maitri Patel.
A few moments later, I composed myself and shook off the tension. I placed the empty glass on the table, stood up abruptly, turned off the TV, and headed toward my bedroom.
I wanted to forget what I had just done. I hadn't bathed since having sex with Saud earlier that night. Locking the bedroom door, I quietly went into the bathroom and undressed. Standing before the mirror, my hand began to glide over my body, moving downward until it reached my pussy. Edited by FunLover.
As I gently inserted a finger into my pussy, I felt it growing wet. I realized that my actions had aroused me to the point of wetness. No matter how much my mind condemned me, my body, and my pussy, had actually enjoyed that experience with Neeru.
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Stay Tuned Friends..............
Maitri Patel.
“Neeru… what kind of insolence is this?” Maitri's production.
Neeru instantly held the glass back out to me and said,
“Sorry, Madam-ji… I was just so thirsty, I couldn't help myself. Please forgive me. Madam-ji… if possible, could you make something to eat? I’m starving.”
Saying this, Neeru headed downstairs, either to get back to work or perhaps after having finished his task.
Neeru was gone, and I sat there holding the glass of juice he had handed me, watching him walk away. Once he had vanished from sight, I looked down at the glass of mango juice. Floating atop the thick, yellow mango juice was some crimson liquid and a few small, grainy particles. I realized that Neeru had taken a sip in such a crude manner that a glob of his paan spit had ended up in my glass.
Instead of watching TV, my gaze was now fixed on that glass of juice. Staring at the juice, and without a conscious thought, I dipped the finger of my right hand into the glass. I touched the floating paan spit with my finger and swirled it in. Then, slowly stirring the finger around, I began mixing that foul paan spit, discharged from the dirty, stinking mouth of Neeru, a man of the lower class, into my mango juice.
Gradually, the paan spit blended and dissolved into the mango juice. I withdrew my finger, put it in my mouth, and sucked on it. I glanced back toward the basement stairs, then cast another look at the glass of juice. And the very next moment, I pressed my soft, pink lips against the glass of juice, tainted by Neeru’s saliva and the residue of the paan she had been chewing, and began to drink.
With the very first sip, I realized how much the taste had changed; the juice’s natural flavor was now marred by the taste of paan and a faint, unpleasant odor. Yet, with the second sip, I downed the remaining juice in one go and then stared blankly at the empty glass. Written by Maitri Patel.
A few moments later, I composed myself and shook off the tension. I placed the empty glass on the table, stood up abruptly, turned off the TV, and headed toward my bedroom.
I wanted to forget what I had just done. I hadn't bathed since having sex with Saud earlier that night. Locking the bedroom door, I quietly went into the bathroom and undressed. Standing before the mirror, my hand began to glide over my body, moving downward until it reached my pussy. Edited by FunLover.
As I gently inserted a finger into my pussy, I felt it growing wet. I realized that my actions had aroused me to the point of wetness. No matter how much my mind condemned me, my body, and my pussy, had actually enjoyed that experience with Neeru.
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Stay Tuned Friends..............
Maitri Patel.
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