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As soon as Neeru’s thick, dark fingers brushed against the top of my Choot (pussy), intense waves of pleasure surged through my entire body. A shiver ran all the way from my spine down to my heels. My hips arched instinctively, and an involuntary gasp escaped my lips; 

"Aah... uff... my hole..."
 
Neeru was still kneeling between my thighs; his face was very close to my Choot (pussy). Gasping, I grabbed a handful of his thick, oily hair and yanked hard, pulling his face up towards mine. He looked at me; his eyes held a mix of hunger and obedience.
 
I remembered what he had done earlier. I pursed my pink lips, preparing to spit. Seeing my expression, Neeru instantly understood what I was about to do. Without wasting a moment, he opened his mouth wide. His filthy, yellow-stained mouth, reeking of cigarettes and paan, lay open before me.
 
I gathered saliva in my mouth and let it drop. A thick, viscous glob of spit, white as milk, oozed from my lips and dangled down towards his mouth. Neeru kept his mouth wide open. Before my eyes, the spit landed straight into his foul-smelling mouth, right onto his red tongue. He immediately snapped his mouth shut and swallowed it down.
 
Before he could open his mouth again, I gathered and spat out another glob. This time, instead of landing inside his mouth, the spit stuck to his cheek, right next to his nose. I placed my delicate hand on his face and began smearing my thick saliva all over it. The stickiness of my saliva spread across his cheeks, chin, nose, and forehead; his entire face was now glistening with it. I was thoroughly enjoying the act. A product of Maitri Patel.
 
Then, I inserted the same two fingers, still coated in my juices, into Neeru’s mouth. He began sucking on them greedily; his hot, wet tongue wrapped around my fingers, sucking and cleaning them.
 
Meanwhile, Neeru’s thick, dark fingers were still roaming over my Choot (pussy). He caressed the upper triangular area, tracing the henna patterns. Occasionally, he would lower his hand to gently touch the thick, pink lips of my Choot (pussy). His touch made me even wetter.
 
While caressing my lips, Neeru slid one of his thick fingers inside me and left it there. I shuddered and clamped my thighs together tightly. My Choot (pussy) gripped his finger firmly; the internal heat and moisture soaked his finger completely.
 
“Aah… Neeru… uff… my Choot (pussy)…” I moaned.
 
Neeru leaned forward and planted a firm, passionate kiss on the henna-patterned area above my Choot (pussy), making a loud ‘pachaak’ sound. His tongue began licking the henna designs.
 
After that, Neeru stood up. He pressed his lips against mine and began kissing me deeply, long and wetly. The strong, intoxicating stench of cigarettes and paan still emanated powerfully from his foul mouth, further heightening my arousal, and perhaps, I even found it arousing. He grabbed my heavy, large boobs right over my blouse and began fondling them vigorously.
 
“Madam-ji... no girl in the entire hospital has boobs like yours... I swear to God.”
 
I laughed at his words and asked, “Whose have you seen, Neeru?”
 
Neeru laughed too and replied, “Madam-ji, I’ve seen the boobs of every woman Sahab-ji has ever fucked.” Directed by Funlover.
 
Saying this, Neeru undid the remaining two hooks of my blouse, stripped it off my body, and tossed it aside. Now, I stood before this sweeper, Neeru, clad only in my maroon-colored brassiere. It was an incredibly expensive, imported bra; Neeru had likely never seen such a costly and beautiful piece of lingerie before.
 
My large boobs were straining tightly against that snug bra. They were pressed so closely together that it was difficult to even slip a finger between them. My fair, soft boobs seemed desperate to spill out of the bra.
 
Neeru grabbed both my boobs right over the bra with his dirty, dark, rough hands and squeezed them hard.
 
“Ssssssssssssssssssssssoooooooooooooooiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…”
 
A loud scream escaped my lips. I writhed free from his grasp and glared at him angrily. Neeru laughed and said, “Sorry, Madam... I just couldn't help myself. Seeing your lovely bosom, I just had to grab it.”
 
Glaring at him with mock anger, I said, “You’re acting like a starving dog, as if you’re seeing and touching me for the very first time.”
 
Caressing my fair shoulders, Neeru replied, “Madam, you just look exceptionally beautiful today. After all, that beautician really put a lot of effort into making you look this way.”
 
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