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Super updates and super pics 

 
 
 
 
 
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Mamta is still nervous.
Rohan making her left all shy.
Waiting for next????
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Yes I will try to giving the updates today evening.


 
 
 
 
 

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The College – Isolated Room
 
Rohan rode back to college, his body still vibrating with unspent need.
 
Every bump in the road, every jolt of the vehicle sent fresh waves of frustration through him.
 
He was restless, agitated, his skin prickling with heat.
 
His fingers gripped the handlebars so tightly his knuckles went white.
 
He walked through the college corridors, his footsteps echoing against the empty walls.
 
His body still buzzed from the intimate moments with Mamta, the taste of her skin still lingering on his tongue, the phantom weight of her breasts still filling his palms.
 
He was painfully aroused, achingly hard, every step a reminder of what he had been denied.
 
Her scent clung to his clothes, her warmth still imprinted on his skin.
 
He needed release.
He needed control.
He needed to take back the power that had slipped through his fingers when she had pushed him away.
 
Neetu. Mamta’s daughter, who looks pretty much like younger version of Mamta.
 
The thought came to him like a gift, like salvation.
 
Yes, Neetu. She'll pay for what her mom did. Mamta made me ache and stopped at the final moment. I'll take it from Neetu.
 
I'll take everything I was denied. I will get this bitch. I will make her pay for her mom’s actions.
 
His jaw tightened with determination. Neetu was here somewhere, in one of the classrooms, probably oblivious to the storm brewing inside him.
 
He knew the rehearsal spaces, those tucked-away rooms used during college functions for dress changes and last-minute practice.
Private.
Soundproof.
Isolated.
Perfect for what he had in mind.
 
No one would disturb them there.
 
He pulled out his phone and texted Anjali.
 
Rohan: I need Neetu. Send her to the west wing practice room. The one with the red door. I want to take it from her, what her mom didn’t let me take.
 
Anjali: Are you sure?
 
Rohan: Yes. I've never been more sure. I want her now. Just send her.
 
Anjali: On it.
 
 
He pocketed the phone and made his way to the west wing.
 
 
 

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The corridor was empty, the afternoon classes in full session.
 
Distant murmurs of lectures drifted through closed doors, but here, in this forgotten corner of the college, there was only silence.
 
He found the room with the red door and pushed it open.
 
The room was small but private.
 
A few chairs stacked in the corner.
 
A couple of sofas set against the wall.
 
A large mirror along one side, reflecting the dim light.
 
A small changing area behind a faded curtain.
 
Perfect.
Intimate.
Secluded.
 
He closed the door behind him and sank onto the sofa, trying to calm his ragged breathing.
 
His body still burned, still ached.
 
He closed his eyes, imagining Neetu's face which resembles very much to her mother, her curves, the way she would melt beneath his touch.
 
Neetu. I need Neetu, Mamta’s daughter.
 
But then he heard a sound.
 
A rustle. A soft gasp. The shuffle of someone trying to stay silent.
 
He turned sharply, his eyes narrowing.
 
There, in the corner, half-hidden behind the curtain, was a boy. First year. Fresh-faced and trembling.
 
His eyes were wide with terror, his face pale as milk. He looked like a deer caught in headlights.
 
"Sir, I, I didn't know, " The boy's voice cracked with fear.
 
Rohan's eyes hardened, a cold fury settling over him. "What are you doing here?"
 
"I was just, I was waiting for, " The boy stumbled over his words, his hands shaking.
 
"Get out." Rohan's voice was low, dangerous.
 
"Sir, "
 
"Now." The word was a whip crack, sharp and final.
 
The boy scrambled to his feet, nearly tripping over his own legs. "I'm sorry. I didn't know anyone was, "
 
"Out. Now." Rohan stepped closer, his presence looming. "And if I see you here again, "
 
"You won't. I swear. I won't come back." The boy practically ran to the door, fumbling with the handle, and disappeared into the corridor.
 
Rohan closed the door behind him, sliding the lock into place with a decisive click.
 
 
 
 
 

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Perfect. Now I just need that cute bitch to dig into her pussy.  Rohan thought.
 
He waited, his body still aching, still hungry.
 
Every second stretched into eternity.
 
He paced the room, his fingers running through his hair, his jaw tight with tension.
 
He could still feel Mamta's warmth, still taste her on his lips, still hear her breathless whimpers.
 
The frustration was a living thing inside him, coiling and uncoiling with every heartbeat.
 
A few minutes later, a soft knock came at the door.
 
His pulse quickened. He opened it.
 
Neetu stood there, her eyes wide with curiosity, a small smile playing on her lips.
 
She was wearing a simple kurta and jeans, the fabric clinging to her curves in all the right places.
 
Her hair was loose, falling in soft waves around her shoulders.
 
She looked fresh, innocent, utterly unaware of the storm that was about to consume her.
 
"Rohan?" Her voice was soft, uncertain. "Anjali said you wanted to see me here?"
 
"Come in." He pulled her inside, closing the door behind her.
 
The lock clicked into place, sealing them in their private world. "I needed to see you. See you completely."
 
"Is everything okay?" She looked up at him, her brow furrowed with concern. "You seem... different."
 
"Everything's perfect." His hands found her waist, pulling her close. "Now that you're here."
 
She gasped softly as his body pressed against hers.
 
He could feel the warmth of her, the softness of her curves.
 
She smelled like vanilla and something floral, a sweet, innocent fragrance that made his head spin.
 
But beneath it, he could almost imagine her mom’s jasmine scent, could almost pretend that it was her in his arms.
 
"Rohan…" Her voice was breathless, uncertain. "What's going on?"
 
"Shh." He pressed a finger to her lips. "Don't talk. Just feel."
 
He kissed her, deep and hungry, pouring all of his frustrated desire into the press of his lips.
 
His tongue swept into her mouth, tasting her sweetness, and she melted against him, her body softening, surrendering.

 
 
 

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Neetu tasted like innocence, like trust, like everything her like her mom.
 
He could feel Mamta’s lips when he is kissing Neetu.
 
When he pulled back, his eyes were dark with want. "I need you, Neetu. I need to feel you. All of you."
 
"But…" She glanced around nervously. "Here? In the college? Someone might see us…"
 
"Don't think." His hands moved to her hips, gripping her firmly. "Just feel. Just give yourself to me."
 
"But Rohan…"
 
"I've wanted you," he said, his voice a low, hungry growl. "I've wanted to have you again. It's been so long since we've been together. Too long."
 
"Mmm…" She bit her lip, her eyes fluttering. "Me too…"
 
His hands roamed her body, her waist, her hips, the soft curve of her back.
 
Every curve felt familiar, like her mom, he felt this morning, yet different.
 
As his fingers traced her shape, he couldn't help but compare.
 
Her waist was slightly narrower than Mamta's.
 
Her hips were just a fraction less generous.
 
But the overall shape, the way she moved beneath his touch, it was so achingly similar to her mom.
 
In his mind, he could almost pretend she was her mother.
 
Mamta.
 
The thought pulsed through him, hot and possessive.
 
This is for you Mamta. This is what you denied me. Your daughter is going get that.
 
Neetu shivered beneath his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.
 
"You're so soft, like your mom" he murmured against her neck.
 
"So warm. I love the way you feel against me."
 
"Rohan…" she was confused.
 
"Don't stop me." His voice was rough, demanding. "I need this. I need you."
 
His lips found her neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to her sensitive skin.
 
He tasted her, clean and sweet, with a hint of vanilla.
 
But in his mind, it was jasmine he tasted. It was Neetu’s mother’s warmth he felt.
 
It was Mamta's soft gasps he heard.
 
"You taste so good," he breathed against her skin. "I can't get enough of you."
 
 
 
 

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"Rohan… Someone might…"
 
"I don't care." His hand moved to the edge of her shirt. "I don't care who sees. I don't care about anything but you."
 
"You're so hot, Neetu," he whispered, his voice thick with desire.
 
He pushed her shirt up, revealing her breasts. They were full and beautiful, her nipples already tight and pebbled with arousal.
 
He cupped her breasts gently, feeling their weight, their warmth.
 
"So soft," he breathed. "So perfect. Just like your mom."
 
"Rohan…" Her voice was uncertain, a flicker of confusion in her eyes.
 
"Shh." He silenced her with a kiss, his hands kneading her breasts.
 
"When I see you, Neetu, I feel like I'm seeing your mom. The same curves. The same softness. The same warmth."
 
His lips found her nipple, taking it into his mouth.
 
She cried out softly, her back arching, her fingers tangling in his hair.
 
He suckled her greedily, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak, drawing breathless moans from her lips.
 
"You taste so good," he murmured against her skin. "I could do this forever."
 
His hands moved to her waist, finding the edge of her jeans. He wanted to complete what her mother had stopped.
 
He wanted to claim what had been denied by her mother.
 
The frustration was a fire in his veins, and Neetu was the only release.
 
"Let's see what's in here…" He unbuttoned her jeans with impatient fingers, sliding them down her hips.
 
Her skin was warm beneath his touch, soft and smooth. In his eyes, he was looking at Mamta.
 
He was touching Mamta.
He was claiming her mother, what should have been his.
 
"So beautiful," he breathed, his eyes roaming over her. "Every inch of you. I'm sure you're tighter than your mom."
 
"Rohan…" Her voice was a whimper, a mix of pleasure and confusion.
 
His hand found her clit, sliding beneath the waistband of her underwear. She was wet, slick with desire, and the feel of her made him groan.
 
 
 
 

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Super updates with lot of quality narration, keep it up 

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So neetu knows about the affair.

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Yes, she might not know how far he went. But she knows.

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Rohan go to Neetu and dreaming her as Mamta
doing things as he like to do with Mamta

 
 
 
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"You're so wet," Rohan murmured. "You want me that much?"
 
"Mmm…" She could barely speak, her head thrown back. "But… Rohan…"
 
"Let me have you, dear. Let me take you completely."
 
He laid her down on the sofa, his body covering hers.
 
Her skin was warm beneath him, soft and yielding.
 
He could feel her heart racing against his chest, could feel her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
 
"I want to be inside you," he whispered, his voice a low, desperate plea. "I want to feel all of you."
 
"Rohan… Please, someone might see, it will be a problem. "
 
"Don’t stop me dear. You are so wet and soft for me," he breathed against her ear. "So ready."
 
"Rohan… Please…" Her protest was weak, barely a whisper.
 
He didn't listen. In his mind, he was thinking about her mother, Mamta.
 
He was feeling like he was entering Mamta.
 
Every touch, every sensation, every sound, it was all for her.
 
Neetu was just a vessel, a substitute for her mother, what he truly desired.
 
He positioned himself at the entrance of her pussy, the tip of his long, thick dick pressing against the slick folds of her pussy.
 
Neetu gasped, her eyes widening at the sheer size of him. Rohan was exceptionally endowed, his cock both long and thick, a fact that never failed to elicit reactions from his partners.
 
"Rohan…"
 
"I know." He pushed forward slowly, inch by inch, feeling her tight heat envelop him, just like he imagined her mom would. "I know. I've got you."
 
She cried out softly, her nails digging into his shoulders. He could feel her pussy stretching around his thick dick, could feel her body accepting him, surrendering to him.
 
The tightness was exquisite, her young pussy gripping him like a velvet glove.
 
"You feel so good," he breathed, his eyes closing. "So tight. So warm."
 
 
 

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God, I hope this is how Mamta feels too. Rohan thought
 
I hope she feels like this when I finally take her. Maybe even better. I bet her pussy would be just as tight, maybe deeper than her daughter would.
 
I came so close this morning, so fucking close to being inside that bitch.
 
But she stopped me. The teasing bitch stopped me right at the entrance.
 
Well, her daughter has to take me in. Her daughter cannot stop me. I already fucked her daughter. And Mamta does not know that.
 
Her daughter will take every inch of me.
 
He began to move, building a slow, deliberate rhythm.
 
Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through both of them.
 
Neetu's body arched beneath him, her cries growing louder, more desperate.
 
The sound of their bodies meeting filled the small room, a rhythmic, primal music that pushed him closer to the edge with every stroke.
 
Rohan grabbed her hips, angling her to take him deeper.
 
His thick cock stretched her wide, filling her completely.
 
He watched her face, contorted in pleasure, and imagined it was her mother, Mamta aunty, beneath him, her mother's pussy wrapped around his dick instead of her daughter's.
 
"Rohan… I…" Her voice was broken, trembling.
 
"Let go," he commanded, his voice a low growl. "I'm right here. Let go for me."
 
He increased his pace, driving into her harder, faster.
 
His balls slapped against her ass with each thrust, the sound adding to the symphony of their lovemaking.
 
Neetu's breasts bounced with the force of his movements, her nipples hard and sensitive.
 
Her body shuddered beneath him, her inner walls clenching around him as she cried out his name.
 
The feeling of her release made him proud, and he continued pounding her, his body enjoying every inch of Neetu’s body.
 
Every inch of Neetu felt like her mother.
 
His dick was completely deep inside Neetu’s pussy stretching her all the way, as he imagined doing the same to Mamta.
 
But as Neetu collapsed beneath him, panting and satisfied, Rohan felt no such release.
 
 
 
 

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Rohan’s frustration with Mamta still burned hot in his veins.
 
He had come so close that morning, he could still feel the memory of her pussy lips against the tip of his cock, could still hear her breathless "no" when he was about to push inside her.
 
The rejection stung, fueling his anger and desire.
 
He wasn't done.
Not by a long shot.
 
Rohan pulled out only long enough to flip Neetu onto her stomach, pulling her hips up so she was on her hands and legs, all fours before him.
 
Her pussy glistened with her juices, swollen and inviting.
 
He positioned himself at her entrance again, in a doggy style, his cock still rock hard and throbbing.
 
"Rohan, what are you...?" Neetu started, but her words dissolved into a moan as he slammed into her from behind, burying his thick dick to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
 
"I'm not done with you yet sweetheart," he growled, his hands gripping her hips tight enough to leave bruises. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk."
 
He began to piston in and out of her, his movements hard and fast.
 
Each thrust drove deep, hitting places inside her that made her cry out with pleasure and pain.
 
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the room, mingling with Neetu's moans and Rohan's grunts.
 
Yes, that's it, take it, you little bitch, this is for your mother he thought, his eyes closed as he imagined Mamta in her daughter's place.
 
This is what you get for stopping me this morning.
 
This is what you get for being such a cock-tease.
 
I'll fuck your daughter until she can't take anymore, and I'll imagine it's you the whole time.
 
Neetu's arms gave out, causing her face to press against the sofa as Rohan continued to pound into her from behind.
 
Her ass cheeks rippled with each impact, her pussy gripping his cock like it never wanted to let go.
 
 
 

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Soon mamta and neetu will be impregnated. Mamra husband will commit suicide hearing the news.

Thank you for messaging.But I am not planning to mill any characters in the story.

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Fucking Neetu and trying to fuck the pussy
Neetu come.
Rohan is a lucky guy

 
 
 
 
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"Rohan, please... it's too much," Neetu whimpered, but her body betrayed her words, pushing back against him, seeking more.
 
He reached around, his fingers finding her clit as he continued to fuck her hard and fast.
 
He rubbed the sensitive nub in time with his thrusts, pushing her toward another orgasm.
 
Her cries grew louder, more desperate, her body trembling uncontrollably.
 
"That's it, come for me again," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. "I want to feel that tight pussy squeeze my cock."
 
Her body shuddered violently as another orgasm ripped through her, her pussy clenching around his dick like a vice.
 
But still, Rohan didn't stop.
 
He was chasing something more than physical release, he was chasing the satisfaction of conquering the woman who had denied him, even if he was using her daughter as a substitute.
 
He pulled out again, flipping Neetu onto her back and spreading her legs wide.
 
Her pussy was red and swollen from his rough treatment, but still so fucking inviting.
 
He entered her again, his eyes locked on her face, on the face that looked so much like her mother's.
 
"Please, Rohan, someone may come anytime… " she begged, but he silenced her with a kiss, his tongue invading her mouth as his cock invaded her pussy.
 
He began to move again, slower this time, but just as deep. Each thrust was deliberate, calculated to hit all the right spots.
 
Neetu's body responded despite her exhaustion, her hips rising to meet his, her legs wrapping around his waist.
 
Look at this bitch, Mamta, look at your daughter he thought as he watched Neetu's face contort in pleasure.
 
Look at what you're missing. This could be you right now, instead of your daughter, taking my cock, begging for more.
 
But you said no, didn't you? You stopped me.
 
Well, don't worry, your daughter is more than willing to take your place.
 
This bitch will get everything I wanted to give you.
 
 
 

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Rohan has turned hero to villain in this update.just for release. WTF

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Super updates and when will rohan get what he wants

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