Bengali Ladki Ne Ulte Muh Baithkar Lund Par Sawari Ki

Kamre mein ceiling fan dheere dheere ghoom raha tha, hawa geeli thi — khidki se aati baarish zameen ki khushboo aur room freshener ki milijuli smell. Bedside lamp on thi, peeli roshni bistar tak aa rahi thi. Phone nightstand par tiki hui thi, camera on.

Bidisha — teis saal ki Bengali ladki, rang gehua-gora sunhari undertone ke saath. Lambe baal kamar tak, baarish ki hawa mein halki weavy, ab ungliyon mein khule. Beige bra aur black skirt mein khadi hui thi, camera ke saamne — ek haath se baal sehlaate hue, kamar mod ke jism dikhayi de rahi thi. Bra mein chuchiyan 34B, gol, nipples ka ubhaar bra ke lace se saaf jhalak raha tha. Skintight skirt mein gaand ki golai poori ubhri hui thi.

Bidisha soch: Sahil recording kar raha hai... achha lag raha hai. Aaj poora dikha deta hoon.

Fir usne dheere se kapde utaare — bra ka hook khol ke, skirt neeche — aur bilkul nangi ho gayi. Bistar par baith kar phone utha liya, selfie angle par set kiya. Ek haath se apne jism ko chhu rahi thi — chuchi se hote hue pet, fir jaanghon ke beech, ungliyan chut ke honthon par phisalti hui. Chut geeli thi, andar tak gulaabi.

Sahil bistar par nanga leta tha — lambi body, chaudi chest, lund saat inch, mota, naseeli, seedha khada. Bidisha uthi aur uske upar ulta muh karke chadh gayi — peeth Sahil ki taraf, chehra camera ki taraf. Lund pakad ke apni chut ke muh par set kiya aur neeche baith gayi — schlkk — pura andar tak chala gaya. "hnnnh... ufff..."

Ab sawari shuru ho gayi. Gol gaand aage-peeche hilne lagi — thap thap thap — har dhakke par gaand uchhalti, maans thartharata. Usne Sahil ki janghein pakad rakhi tha, jhuk ke, aur poora lund andar tak le rahi thi — bahar nikalte hi chut ke ras se lund chamakta, andar jaate hi puch ki awaaz. Kabhi peeche mudkar dekhti — Sahil ka chehra, apni gaand ki harkat, lund ka andar-bahar hona — dekh kar maza aata, aur siskariyan nikalti — "ahh... ahh... sahil... uhh..."

Sahil soch: Peechhe se gaand dekh ke lag raha hai... jhadne wala hoon. Kas ke rukna padega.

Bidisha ka geela jism lamp ki roshni mein chamak raha tha — pasine se halka layer, chut ka paani lund aur taangon par uhal raha tha. Badan kaanp raha tha, jaanghein jhoom rahi thi. Woh apni kamar ghuma-ghuma kar ride kar rahi thi — gol chaal, gaand golai mein ghoomti — har ghoomav par "hmmm... ahh" nikalti. Gaand tharthara rahi thi, har jhatke par maans alag tarah se uchhalta.

Phone sab record karta raha — selfie mein uska bheega chehra, khule baal, chuchiyan, neeche chut mein andar-bahar hota lund. Bidisha ne speed badha di — THAP THAP THAP — kamar neeche se zor se maarti, gaand Sahil ki jaanghon par thap se girti, aur uske muh se "aaahh... aaaahh..." tez hoti gayi.

Sahil ne uski kamar dono haathon mein jakad li, neeche se dhakke lagana shuru kiya, aur Bidisha peeche mudkar uske kandhe par haath rakh ke aur tez uchalne lagi, gaand poora jhoomti hui, phone ki screen par sab chamakta hua.