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Sana’s emotional struggle with Neeru: A deep dive

Sana’s relationship with Neeru is not merely physical; it is a profound emotional and psychological struggle. This conflict is the most powerful element of the story. Let us understand it in detail:
 
1. The Clash of Class & Identity (Self-Respect vs. Degradation)
 
Sana views herself as a "highly educated, sophisticated, rich, fair, and beautiful doctor’s wife." To her, Neeru is the exact opposite: dark-skinned, filthy, uneducated, a servant, and foul-smelling. Written by Maitri Patel.
 
When she sucks his dirty Lund (cock), licks his Gaand (ass), or swallows his sweat and pus, a piercing voice rises within her:
 
"Who am I? How did I accept such degradation?"
 
This degradation fills her with self-loathing, yet there is a strange, intoxicating pleasure in that very hatred. She knows she is sinking "low," yet she cannot stop herself.
 
2. Guilt vs. Addiction (Betrayal of her husband)
 
Saud, her handsome, well-groomed, and loving husband, comes to mind every time.
 
When Neeru thrusts his Lund (cock) into her Choot (pussy) or ejaculates into her mouth, images of her wedding with Saud, his loving touch, and the scent of his perfume flash through her mind.
 
This is immediately followed by self-loathing:
 
"I betrayed my husband... and with ‘this’ filthy man, of all people?"
 
Yet, the addiction is so overpowering that it suppresses the guilt. She tells herself, "Just one more time... never again," but that "one time" keeps repeating itself.
 
3. The Paradox of Disgust and Attraction
 
Everything about Neeru, his stench, sweat, the smell of urine, greasy hair, dark Lund (cock), and pus, repulses Sana. Yet, that very revulsion arouses her. This psychological twist is incredibly powerful:
 
The greater the disgust, the greater the pleasure.
 
The more intense the self-disgust, the more intense the orgasm.
 
She asks herself, "Am I really this filthy?" and the answer comes:
 
"Yes... and I’ve started to love it."
 
4. The Power Dynamic
 
Socially, Sana is far above Neeru, yet physically and sexually, she has become his slave.
 
This inverted power dynamic turns her on even more. She knows she is the "mistress," yet Neeru uses her like a "whore", and she revels in it.
 
5. What happens next? (Emotionally)
 
Short-term: Guilt will mount, but so will the addiction. She will tell Neeru, "Just one last time," only to call him back herself. Edited by Funlover.
 
Long-term: Either she will completely break down and become Neeru’s total slave, or one day there will be an explosive surge of guilt (which could give the story a new twist).
 
 
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In short:

 
Sana’s conflict with Neeru is a struggle with the question, "Who am I?"
 
She is on the verge of losing her entire identity (doctor, wife, high-class woman), and this mix of the fear of loss and the thrill of the experience is what keeps drawing her back to Neeru.
 
Sana’s guilt towards Saud - In detail
 
Sana’s guilt regarding Saud is the story’s most painful and deeply emotional layer. This guilt isn't limited merely to the act of cheating; it cuts right through her identity, love, respect, and self-worth. Let’s break it down layer by layer:
 
1. The pain of love and betrayal
 
Sana truly loves Saud. Maitri Patel's product.
 
She knows how deeply Saud adores her; he finds her "beautiful," respects her body, and shows affection and tenderness even during sex.
 
When Neeru fucks her, thoughts of Saud flood her mind, the scent of his clean, fair body, his loving kisses, and the way he calls her "darling."
 
In those moments, Sana feels as though she is trampling upon Saud’s love.
 
Inner voice: "He loves me so much... and here I am, in his home, right beside his bed, getting fucked by a filthy servant."
 
2. The humiliation of class and status
 
Both Sana and Saud belong to wealthy, educated, high-society families.
 
Saud’s Lund (cock) is "fair, smooth, and beautiful", to Sana, it symbolizes perfection.
 
Neeru’s Lund (cock) is "dark, dirty, foul-smelling, and uncircumcised", to Sana, it symbolizes degradation.
 
When Neeru thrusts his Lund (cock) into her pussy or ejaculates into her mouth, Sana feels she has sunk far below Saud’s level. Inner voice: “The man I married, the one with whom I shared my first kiss and my wedding night, is the very man in whose home I am now sucking the Lund (cock) of a low-class, filthy man. My wedding photo is right there, and I am swallowing Neeru’s semen.”
 
3. The pain of physical comparison
 
Every time she endures Neeru’s filthy body (sweat, stench, grime, the smell of urine), Sana thinks of Saud;
 
Saud’s body always smells of perfume.
 
Saud’s Lund (cock) is clean, fair, and smooth.
 
Saud shows affection during sex.
 
With Neeru, everything is the opposite: filth, force, and degradation.
 
Yet, Sana’s body craves Neeru.
 
This comparison shatters Sana the most.
 
Inner voice: “A kiss from Saud used to feel like heaven... and today, I am sucking Neeru’s filthy Lund (cock) and swallowing his semen. Have I fallen this low?”
 
4. Fear of the future
 
Sana fears what might happen if Saud finds out.
 
Saud would be heartbroken.
 
His respect for her would vanish forever. Their perfect marriage and perfect life would be ruined.
 
But the greatest fear is that Sana would never be able to forgive herself.
 
She knows that even while living with Saud, she craves Neeru. This double life is eating her up inside.
 
5. Practical manifestations of guilt (how it might appear in the story)
 
After Saud comes home, Sana repeatedly cleans herself and washes her face, yet the stench of Neeru lingers in her nostrils. When Saud kisses her, she feels as though her lips are still tainted with Neeru’s semen and saliva. While having sex with Saud at night, Sana thinks of Neeru and cannot hold herself back, experiencing a mix of guilt and lust. In private, she weeps and berates herself, yet she still waits for Neeru’s return.
 
An example of an inner monologue (which could be used in the story):
 
“Saud… do you know what happened today? Your wife, the woman you love so deeply, the one you cherish more than life itself, today, she took a filthy servant’s Lund (cock) into her mouth. She swallowed his semen. And the worst part is… I actually enjoyed it.
 
I am cheating on you, Saud… and I cannot stop myself.”
 
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Friends, I honestly don’t know how successfully I have been able to portray Sana’s inner turmoil, the conflict between her loyalty to her husband, her emotional confusion, and the choices that have pulled her into a troubling situation. The other way she is liking Neeru's dirty activities, his dirty cock and smell which he has in his body. She repeatedly thinks that the same dirty thing with Neeru would be the last time, beu the 'last' never come. She become the hore of Neeru and his actions which allures her to go under him again and again. His all abusive activities attract her.


 
Being a woman, I have tried to explore not merely the circumstances around her and in her soul, but the emotional struggle taking place within her- a struggle of conscience, vulnerability, confusion, and conflicting desires.

 
I hope, for a little while, this piece of writing was able to take you beyond the surface of the story and make you look at Sana’s situation from a different perspective.
 

I would genuinely love to hear your thoughts, suggestions, and honest feedback. Your responses always help me understand whether I have been able to convey the emotions of my characters in the way I intended.



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perfectly captured.... keep posting

Thank you friend..................

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You described Sana's feeling toward Neeru
Now Sana's pain in her heart is exposed.
Feeling & heartfelt of Sana are perfectly explained.
Thank you

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When Saud took me in his arms and started kissing me, I wasn't really in the mood for sex. So, after sharing a few kisses, I made an excuse about being tired and sleepy, and turned over to the other side to go to sleep.

Thankfully, my dear husband Saud didn't object. He wrapped his arm around my waist from behind, snuggled up close, and tried to fall asleep with his lovely Lund (cock) pressed right against the curve of my buttocks. Created by Maitri Patel.
 
As I turned over, I spotted my wedding photo on the side table; in it, I was dressed in my red bridal outfit and looked absolutely stunning. Seeing that picture reminded me of what Neeru had said, and a smile involuntarily played on my lips, he really is such a crazy guy.
 
I thought to myself that since he’s from a lower-class background, he probably never saw, touched, or fucked a girl like me before, which is why he poured his heart out to me. Things like this wouldn't even appear in his dreams, let alone actually fucking someone like me. But then again, he has mounted me twice and emptied his Lund (cock) inside me, depositing his load right in my belly. Given that, I suppose he might fantasize about seeing me in that bridal attire. But the damn idiot, people usually crave seeing naked women, yet here he is, hoping to see me as a bride. Although, he’s only ever seen me naked so far; maybe he wants to see me in the clothes that make me look so beautiful. Besides, it’s incredibly easy for him to undress me now; he can strip me naked and fuck me however he pleases whenever he wants. I actually liked the taste of his semen when he released it into my mouth, too. That bastard (saala Bahanchod) had really unloaded a huge load.
 
Suddenly, the thought struck me: why not fulfill this particular wish of Neeru’s as well? I could surprise her by showing up dressed as a bride and drive her wild with desire. Written by Maitri Patel.
 
I felt happy with this idea and smiled. Then, I got up, stepped out of the room, and dialed my friend Hira, who was a beautician, on my cell phone.
 
As soon as she answered, Hira said, "Hey Doc, what’s the problem at this time of night?"
 
I said, "I need an appointment at your parlor for tomorrow, and first thing in the morning, too."
 
Her parlor usually opened around 11 or 12, but I needed an earlier slot.
 
Hira asked, "Is everything okay? Why the rush?"
 
I smiled, "I’m just coming over to see you at 9 AM tomorrow."
 
Hira replied, "Alright, alright, come on over; it’s your parlor too. You can come whenever you want."
 
Just then, a voice came through the phone: "Darling, who is it at this hour? Whose pussy needs cleaning this late at night?" It was her husband.
Hira said, "Darling, it’s Sana."
 
I said teasingly, "It sounds like I’m interrupting your fun."
 
Hira said, "No, no, it’s nothing like that." Edited by Funlover.
 
But then I heard the sounds of kissing, so I said, "Carry on, darling. Now isn't the right time. But I’m definitely coming tomorrow." With that, I hung up.
 
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The next morning, I woke up early, prepared breakfast for Saud, and said,

“Darling, I’m heading to the beauty parlor for a while, so don’t send Neeru over. I’ll call you when I’m free; otherwise, we can just get the work done by her tomorrow.” Jointly written by Maitri and Funlover.
 
Saud said, “Okay, darling,” and then, planting a kiss on my lips, he stepped out.
 
After he left, I changed my clothes, putting on a tight, sleeveless t-shirt with a plunging neckline and a pair of tight jeans, and stepped outside.
 
When I walked onto the porch, Gul Khan, the gatekeeper, immediately stood up and began staring at my body, scanning me from head to toe. I didn't pay him much mind and let him look; after all, I couldn't stop him, he had eyes and could look wherever he pleased.
 
The curves of my bosom were straining tightly against my t-shirt, and my fair, bare arms were tempting Gul Khan. His gaze was glued to my body like gum. I smiled faintly and asked,
 
“Gul Khan, how are you? Where have you wandered off to in your thoughts?”
 
Startled, he stammered, “I... I am fine, Madam.”
 
Then I got into the car; he came over to close my door and glanced inside. His eyes went straight to the cleavage visible through my shirt, revealing a glimpse of my boobs as well.
 
Gul Khan’s gaze was fixed on my boobs. “Can I go now? Shall I leave?” I gestured for him to open the gate. He snapped back to reality, as if jolted from a trance, and hurriedly opened the gate. Smiling at his flustered state, I drove the car out. After all, what else could the poor guy do but stare at the semi-naked body of a young, sexy girl like me? Let him look; it’s good if he can get some visual satisfaction. He ought to be grateful to me. Then the thought crossed my mind, maybe he even masturbates thinking of me! Poor guy... wasting his load for nothing. Where else would he find a catch like me? And if my presence gives his Lund (cock) some relief, what’s the harm? Whether I’m half-naked or fully naked, a cock goes hard into the hole and eventually goes limp coming out.
 
He was definitely over thirty-five, with a physique that was incredibly strong, powerful, and fit. He always went about his work with great agility. He had been working there for years, and right from the start, whenever I stepped out, he would rush over, always eager to be of service. Whenever he saw me, a look of genuine pleasure would light up his eyes and face. No matter what I was wearing, his gaze seemed to tear right through my clothes, imagining exactly what I looked like underneath. Even though I was fully aware of this, I never said a word about it, nor did I change my behavior. After all, every woman enjoys being looked at like that by men, and I’m a woman too.
 
Lost in these thoughts, I arrived at Hira’s parlor; she was waiting for me. The parlor was located inside her home, though there was an outer gate she hadn't opened yet; instead, she brought me straight into the house and asked,
 
“What would you like to have?” Crafted by Maitri Patel.
 
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I said, “No, dear, I’ve already had breakfast. Let’s just go to the parlour area.”

Hira was wearing a tiny, delicate pink silky sleeveless top, likely part of her nightgown. It barely reached her navel, leaving her neck and back quite exposed. Her back was so open that the straps and hooks of her red bra were clearly visible; the top edge of the shirt actually started below the bra’s hooks. Maitr's product.
 
Both bra straps were fully visible across her shoulders and back. The neckline was plunging in the front too, revealing just under half of her fair boobs, and the deep, beautiful cleavage between them looked incredibly sexy.
 
On the bottom, she wore loose, pink silky pyjamas.
 
Hira led me to the parlour section and asked,
 
“Alright, tell me, what are we doing?”
 
I said, “Hira, I just want you to make me look like a bride again today.”
 
She exclaimed in surprise, “Oh, holy shit (ohh bahanchod)... you mean bridal makeup? Or are you actually becoming someone else’s bride?”
 
I smiled and nodded.
 
Hira winked mischievously and said,
 
“So, is everything okay with you? Whose bride are you becoming now? Is it that you’ve got a serious itch down there? Has the hubby become incapable of scratching it, so you’re looking for a ‘stick’ to do the job?” Edited by Funlover.
 
I smiled and said, “Oh... oh, it’s nothing like that. I’m not becoming anyone’s bride... I just want to give a little surprise, that’s all.”
 
Hira smiled and said, “Alright darling, whatever you wish... my job is just to make you look like a bride. What you do after that, laying on his bed, spreading your legs as wide as you can, and letting that big hunk ruin the makeup I did, is entirely up to you. It’s no skin off my nose.” Saying this, Hira laughed mischievously.
 
Then she added, "So, you'll be getting a full body massage too, then?"
 
I replied, "Yeah, absolutely... I need full makeup and a body that’s smooth as silk, just like a bride's."
 
Hira said, "Darling, you’re already incredibly smooth. I mean, you were born that way; who knows what your mom ate back then while giving you birth or during her pregnancy! She really gifted the world such a beautiful, youthful body." Created for you by Maitri.
 
"Bas bas meri maa…..Well... whatever my mom gave me is right here for everyone to see... I can't get anything else out of her now. Come on, you're wasting time." Laughing, I sat in the makeup chair while Hira stood behind me, stroking my fair shoulders, and said,
 
"Alright Madam, take off that shirt and pants, and lie down on the massage table."
 
I looked at her and got up from the chair.
 
Smiling, I teased her by asking,
 
"Hey, can't the massage be done without taking off my clothes?"
 
"Oh choot…., come on... it's not like it's your first time getting this done, is it?" Hira continued, "You're acting so shy, as if you've never been naked in front of anyone before. God knows how many cocks you've taken in your pussy, yet here you are acting coy with your friend, as if I've never seen you naked. Come on, strip down and let me have a look too."
 
Laughing, I grabbed the hem of my T-shirt, pulled it upwards, and took it off. Now, I was wearing only a bra on my upper body.
 
Hira knelt down, undid the hook of my pants, and slid them down past my feet. I let her take them off completely and placed both garments on a nearby chair.
 
There I stood, in my friend's parlor, wearing nothing but my bra and panties. Hira looked at my body and, placing her hands over my bra onto my boobs, said,
 
“Sana, your body has become even sexier after marriage. These melons are getting bigger by the day. Does Bhaisahab suck on them a lot, or have you hired someone to turn them into such huge melons?”
 
“What business is that of yours? It is what it is, and let it remain just for the person it’s meant for.” I blushed as I climbed onto the chair. But by then, Hira had already squeezed my breasts. I lay down on my stomach; Hira moved behind me and began applying lotion and cream to my bare back.
 
Without asking, she unhooked my bra and slid the straps aside so her hands could have full access to my bare back.
 
Hira’s soft hands were so alluring and arousing that her touch made my eyes flutter shut. I rested my face on my arm, closed my eyes, and began to enjoy the massage. Maitri's creature.
 
Hira’s touch made me feel flushed, and a slight wetness began to spread deep within my pussy. Her hands glided over my waist, hips, and thighs, smoothing my skin.
 
Suddenly, the room door opened, and a voice rang out...
 
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Suddenly, the room door opened, and a voice rang out:

“Darling, what’s going on? Have you opened the parlor this early in the morning? Did you land a big bridal gig or something?”
 
I looked up to see Hira’s husband, Zain, walking towards us.
 
I immediately tried to move, but Hira gently pressed my body back down. I had no clothes to cover my naked body. Created by Maitri.
 
As soon as my eyes met Hira’s husband’s gaze, my face flushed red with embarrassment.
 
Zain knew me very well, and we met often, but this was the first time I was naked in front of him, and he was seeing my fair, smooth, bare body. His eyes were devouring my form. I felt that if Hira hadn't been there, his cock would have popped out right then and there.
 
Upon recognizing me, Zain said,
 
“Oh, Sana-ji, so your friend opened the parlor this early just for you. Hello, how are you?”
 
Stepping closer, Zain extended his hand for a handshake.
 
Blushing deeply, I tentatively reached out, and Zain took my delicate hand in his.
 
I had to lift myself slightly to extend my hand, which exposed the upper part of my breasts to his view.
 
My bra was already unfastened, and my breasts were completely free. When I moved to shake his hand, I had forgotten I was naked—it was a spontaneous, natural movement. But perhaps his eyes had already gauged the size of my breasts before I realized it and lowered them back onto the table to cover them. While continuing to massage my bare waist with his hands, Hira said,
 
“Yeah, she called last night after you’d fallen asleep, so I came over first thing this morning. You knew it was Sana calling, though.” Produced by Maitri.
 
Yeah, sorry, you had mentioned that, but you hadn't said the appointment was fixed for such an early hour. Still, a friend will do anything for a friend.
 
It felt like he was using conversation as an excuse to keep standing there so he could feast his eyes on my body. I didn't really mind, but any woman would feel a sense of unease lying exposed like that in front of a strange man, and I was no exception. I couldn't move or say a word; I was just wishing Jain would leave. Edited by Funlover.
 
He was enjoying the sight of my naked body without a care for Hira’s presence, much like someone watching a striptease at a club. Just as eyes might wander, searching for every curve and crevice, Jain was intently taking in the display of my body.
 
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Letting his gaze wander over my naked body, Zain said, "If you need any help, I'm here."

Blushing deeply, I spoke up for the first time, "Zainbhai, please... no hanky fankey and funny business." crafted by Maitri.
 
Hira and Zain both started laughing.
 
Then Zain said, "Okay Hira, I'm off to the office now."
 
As he turned to leave, Hira said, "Darling, could you just hand me that bottle of peach lotion from the table?"
 
Zain immediately walked over to the table.
 
I whispered to Hira, "Hira, what are you doing? Please let Zain *bhai* go... I feel so embarrassed."
 
Hira whispered back,
 
"Just lie there quietly... he’s not going to take anything from you. And with me around, he won't do a thing to you... I promise."
 
Before I could say anything, Zain returned with the bottle and stood right beside me.
 
My naked body was now standing incredibly close to him. I was in a state of panic, and my mouth had gone dry. My body had stiffened; my mind was racing, wondering how I could possibly hide myself from his hungry gaze.
 
I was waiting for Zain to leave when I heard Hira’s voice:
 
"Darling, just pour a little lotion onto Sana's back."
 
Hearing this, I cursed Hira silently in my mind, furious at how this bitch was exposing my naked body to her own husband.
 
I felt myself becoming increasingly flustered.
 
"It's my pleasure to help you, darling," I heard Zain say.
 
I hesitated to turn around and look at them; I couldn't bring myself to meet his eyes. Maitri's production.
 
I felt the cool lotion drip into the deep curve of my back, followed by the touch of a warm, firm hand against my waist as he began to slowly rub the lotion over my skin. I recognized the feel of Hira’s soft hands, so I realized it was Zain, seizing the opportunity to touch my naked body while seeing his wife’s best friend exposed like this.
 
A shiver ran through my body the moment Zain’s hand began to slide gently across my waist.
 
Zain’s touch was incredibly arousing, yet I couldn't bring myself to surrender to my friend's husband, especially not with her right there.
 
Hira joined in, running her hands along the backs of my thighs. Her hands caressed the area near my Choot (pussy), and the combined touch of their hands made me start to get wet.
 
Zain’s hands moved up and down my waist, applying lotion to my naked body, while Hira’s hands were on my thighs; I was becoming completely undone.
 
Hira gently tried to push my thighs outward to spread them, and though I initially tensed up and pulled them together, she applied pressure; unable to resist, I let my thighs spread slightly.
 
Hira’s hands were now moving very close to my Choot (pussy), though she hadn't actually touched it yet.
 
“mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…” Edited by Funlover.
 
A soft hiss escaped my lips the moment Hira’s fingers lightly brushed against my Choot (pussy) through my panties.
 
Zain’s hands were on my shoulders, massaging my shoulders and neck.
 
As his hands stroked my back and slid down my sides, they seemed to gravitate toward the sides of my breasts; a couple of times, he actually grazed the sides of my breasts.
 
Sometimes Zain’s hand would slide down to my hips and then back up to my back, though he didn't actually touch my hips.
 
Running his hand over my waist, he said,
 
“Darling, your friend’s skin is even smoother than yours.”
 
Hira replied, “See? That’s the magic of my own hands.”
 
They both laughed, and then I heard the sound of kissing behind me as Zain said,
 
“Darling, you really are something amazing.”
 
Zain was kissing Hira, while his hand slid from my waist down to my hips and began to caress them.
 
Even while kissing his wife, he pressed my hips a couple of times. It was clear he was playing with my hips out of Hira’s line of sight.
 
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Just then, Hira gave me a playful shove and said,

“Alright, run along to your office now... you’re running late, aren't you? And let me get back to my work too.”
 
Zain ran his hand over my bare lower back, gave my ass a playful slap, and said,
 
“Okay darling, I’m off.” Crafted by Maitri Patel.
 
As he left, he looked at me with lust-filled eyes and reached out his hand. I extended mine for a handshake. Zain leaned down, kissed the back of my hand, and said,
 
“Okay Sana-ji, I hope to see you like this again next time.”
 
I blushed. Hira said,
 
“Alright, alright, we’ll see... but for now, just get out of here.”
 
And Zain walked out of the room, laughing.
 
As soon as Zain left, I sat up and said to Hira, sounding a bit angry,
 
“Hira, seriously? What kind of nonsense is this? You bitch, why did you present me to Zain bhai like that? What must he be thinking about me? It’s so awful that I was lying there naked in front of him. He’s never looked at me that way before, but today he saw my naked body and even started touching it. Do you have any idea how embarrassed I felt? How am I ever going to look him in the eye again?”
 
I poured it all out in one breath, while Hira just kept smiling at me.
 
Because I had sat up, my bra had shifted away from my breasts, leaving them exposed to Hira’s gaze as well. Finally, Hira said with a smile,
 
“Sana, my dear, why are you getting upset over such a small thing? What happened? It’s not really a bad thing that he saw your body. And regarding what you think, that he never looked at you with lustful eyes. Well, let me tell you today just how crazy Zain is about you. He is madly in love with your beauty and has even fucked me while pretending I was ‘Sana’ more than once. I only gave him the chance to touch your body just now to satisfy his longing a little and to tease him further.” Edited by Nita.
 
“And darling, to be honest, I let him touch you for my own sake.”
 
“How so?” I asked.
 
“Oh darling, just watch how Zain fucks me all night long now. Pretending I’m Sana. And I’ll play along, too.”
 
I started laughing at her words.
 
Hira said, “By the way, darling, you must have enjoyed it too, right... the feel of his hands on your body?”
 
Blushing slightly at her words, I smiled and said,
 
“Let’s drop this subject; just finish what you were doing for me.”
 
Hira said, “Alright... lie down on your back now. Let me massage the front of your body too... since you already had Zain massage your back.”
 
Laughing, I lay down on my back.
 
Hira removed my bra and tossed it onto the chair where the rest of my clothes were lying.
 
Then, Hira took some lotion and poured it onto my boobs; as she spread it over them with her hands, she said,
 
“Darling, your breasts are so sexy and lovely. Sometimes, even I feel the urge to squeeze them.” Brushing against the tops of her breasts that were peeking out from her nightshirt, I said,
 
“Yours aren't exactly small either. By the way, I had a really close call today... otherwise, Zain Bhai would have definitely seen my breasts too.”
 
Hira said, “Darling, you got away with it today... but next time, I’ll definitely show your breasts to your Zain Bhai. And if possible, I’ll even get him to give them a good squeeze.” Maitri's creature.
 
I said, “Cut the crap... seriously... I’m not going to do that chutiyapatti kind of stupid shit.”
 
 
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Zain also need Sana.
Poor fellow he has gone to office .
Hira is enjoying Sana.....
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Hira was applying lotion to my breasts, so I raised my bare arms. She started applying lotion to my arms as well, exposing my underarms, which had very fine, sparse hair. Written by Maitri.

Running her hand over my underarms, Hira asked,
 
“Darling, aren't you going to get this removed?”
 
I replied, “Yeah, please wax this too.”
 
“Okay,” Hira said.
 
After applying lotion to my breasts, arms, and stomach, Hira grabbed my panties and pulled them down, saying,
 
“Come on, take these off... let me see if there’s any work to be done here too. If there’s any hair, I’ll remove it; after all, this is the very treasure you’re becoming a bride to give away.”
 
Without putting up any resistance, I lifted my hips slightly, and Hira removed my panties.
 
Now, I was lying completely naked on the massage table.
 
Looking at me, Hira said,
 
“Wow... you look so lovely lying here naked like this, Sana.”
 
Then, she called out in a slightly louder voice,
 
“Zain, come here quickly... I’ve taken off all of Sana’s clothes. And you can watch her and squeeze her boobs and insert your Lund (cock) in her.”
 
Hearing this, I jumped up, covered my breasts with my arms, pulled my legs together, and screamed,
 
“What kind of Chutiyapatti (nonsense) is this... is this some kind of rude joke? Stop him! You Motherfucker...”
 
Seeing my reaction, Hira started laughing, while I stared anxiously at the door.
 
Hira said, “Darling, why are you getting so worked up? I was just teasing you. Zain left ages ago. You’re acting just like a shy virgin.”
 
Hearing this reassured me, and as I lay back down comfortably, I said,
 
“You’re really rude and sister fucker, Hira.” Hira began stroking my thighs, which were incredibly soft and smooth from frequent waxing.
 
Hira said, "Sana, your legs are so smooth."
 
Then, her hand moved to the top of my pussy, and she began gently caressing the soft fuzz there.
 
While stroking the upper part, she ran her finger down along the seam of my choot (pussy) lips; as she moved it downward, her finger became slightly wet from the juices flowing from within.
 
Hira smiled and said,
 
"Wow... just wow... you were acting angry and refusing me, yet look how wet your choot has gotten just from Zain's touch."
 
Blushing deeply, I smiled and turned my face away, saying,
 
"Well, Zain bhai was stroking it like that, what could I do? Besides, this motherfucker likes getting wet," I said, gesturing toward my pussy.
 
Hira smiled too and kept running her finger up and down the cleft between my pussy lips; my thighs naturally spread a little wider, and the lips of my Choot (pussy) parted slightly. Crafted by Maitri Patel.
 
As she moved her finger downward, Hira applied a bit of pressure, and the tip of her finger slipped into my wet opening.
 
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss..."
 
A sharp hiss escaped from my lips, and my eyes fluttered shut.
 
While moving just the tip of her finger in and out of my opening, Hira leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on my cheek.
 
I immediately opened my eyes and parted my lips to say something, but Hira pressed her lips against mine with a soft " sssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" and began to kiss me.
 
While gently kissing my lips, Hira flicked out the tip of her tongue and began tracing it over my lips.
 
Feeling Hira’s lips against mine and her finger inside my Choot (pussy), I was overcome with intense pleasure and began kissing her back.
 
As she kissed me, Hira’s other hand moved to my boobs. Now, every sensitive part of my body was under her touch except my ass hole (Gaand), and she was determined to arouse me completely.
 
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Hira’s tongue was now inside my mouth, and her finger began to slide deeper into my Choot (pussy).

As soon as Hira’s tongue entered my mouth, my lips clamped around it, and I began to suck on it. Meanwhile, my Choot (pussy) was gushing it’s fluids rapidly, while Hira’s finger moved rhythmically in and out of me. Funlover.
 
After kissing my lips for a while, Hira’s movements shifted downward; she began kissing my neck, and soon her lips reached the pink nipple of my firm, upright boob. She lightly grazed the nipple with the tip of her tongue before gently teasing it. Then, she took the nipple between her lips and began to suck; I writhed with pleasure, arching my back and thrusting my sensitive nipple deeper into her mouth.
 
As Hira continued moving her finger in and out of my Choot (pussy), she began to nip at my nipple with her teeth, causing sharp gasps to escape my lips. What Hira was doing to my body wasn't new, it wasn't the first time she had done this to me. We had enjoyed each other's bodies and pleasured one another many times before.
 
I reached up and gently slid the shoulder strap of Hira’s loose nightshirt down her arm, revealing the breast that had been confined within her bra. I began to caress and lightly squeeze her breast right over the fabric of the bra. The movement of Hira’s fingers inside my Choot (pussy), combined with the varying pressure of her teeth on my nipple, caused me to squeeze the breast I was holding even tighter. Hira gently moved my hand away from her breast, let go of mine, and began to move downwards.
 
I knew exactly what she was about to do.
 
Without any resistance, I spread my thighs, and Hira leaned down to kiss my dripping Choot (pussy). Produced by Maitri.
 
My body jerked the moment her lips touched my Choot (pussy).
 
Hira spread my thighs further and, while caressing their inner sides, began tracing the seam between my labia with the tip of her tongue. As soon as her tongue made contact, my Choot (pussy) began to gush even more fluid, and my hand instinctively moved to rest on Hira’s head.
 
Hira gently parted my labia and softly pushed her tongue into the pink opening of my Choot (pussy).
 
As her tongue entered, my Choot (pussy) arched upwards instinctively, drawing her tongue even deeper inside.
 
Hira said, "Darling, your Choot (pussy) is still incredibly tight and pleasurable. Your juices have always been maddeningly arousing."
 
With my eyes closed, I thought to myself: “Hira, you have no idea how many times the filthy, foul-smelling Lund (cock) of a man like Neeru has been inside this Choot (pussy) in recent time. You have no clue about the real reason you are making me a bride. Why I am here for. Written by Patel.
 
The moment the thought of Neeru crossed my mind, a smile spread across my lips. I remembered the reason I was here. Hira gently slid a finger inside my Choot (pussy), and while moving it in and out, she began to caress the tiny bud of my clitoris with the tip of her tongue.
 
This action of hers drove me wild with pleasure, and I felt like I was on the verge of climaxing.
 
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My eyes were closed and my pussy was just on the verge of climaxing when, suddenly, I heard the sound of the room door opening; startled, I snapped my eyes open and turned my head toward the door, where another shock awaited me.

A young boy was standing in the doorway; he was extremely thin and stood only about four and a half feet tall. His face held an air of utter innocence, there was no sign of a beard or mustache yet, just the faintest hint of stubble. He didn't look very old; he was likely around eighteen, though he probably looked even younger. Maitri's creativity.
 
He was incredibly fair-skinned and had a delicate appearance; his skin looked smooth and radiant. He was wearing shorts and a T-shirt that left his fair arms exposed, and his legs appeared completely hairless, naturally, he wasn't yet at the age where a young man would develop body or leg hair.
 
Seeing the boy standing there, I instinctively tried to cover my body, but I had nothing at hand to shield myself.
 
Hira, too, pulled her lips away from my pussy; rising from between my thighs, she adjusted the strap of her nightshirt back onto her shoulder.
 
Speaking in a slightly flustered voice, I said,
 
"Hira, who is this boy, and what is he doing here? Send him out immediately." Noticing my nervousness and agitation, Hira stroked my thighs and said,
 
“Relax, darling, relax... there’s no need to be nervous or shy about this guy. This is Nomi, my assistant. He joined me a few days ago for training. He’s a really sweet kid.” Maitri's Creature.
 
As she said this, Hira looked at me and gave a playful wink; a mischievous smile played on her lips. “ My assistant you know sana. My assistant, assist me in everything”
 
I was completely bewildered. I just kept my arms crossed over my breasts and pressed my thighs together in a futile attempt to hide my wet Choot (pussy). Silently, I cursed the motherfucker, did he has to show up himself in room right when I was on the verge of an orgasm?
 
Then I heard Hira’s voice:
 
“Nomi, why are you standing there? Come over quickly and help me in finish up. Madam needs to leave soon. She is in hurry.”
 
Nomi stammered, “Sorry, Ma’am, coming right away.” With that, he walked towards our massage table.
 
Seeing him approach, I said,
 
“No, no, Hira, please... I’m not letting this kid do anything. You do it yourself.”
 
Hira replied, “Don’t be silly... he’s not just some kid. He just looks young kid, But he’s over eighteen. He looks small, but he’s actually gotten really good at the work. Besides, I’ll be doing the makeup myself; he’s only here to do your waxing activity.” Edited by Funlover.
 
What a day I’m having; everything’s been going haywire since morning. It’s all going wrong, just when things start getting pleasurable, some asshole or another always pops up. And there’s nowhere here to even hide myself.
 
 
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Nomi got in to action. Waiting ...
Just after Sana got lesbian satisfaction
She can have real joy in her pussy with Nomi.
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