Kuntola gud er jol khosiye dilo amar mukhe. Ami chete kheye nilam or gud er jol. Meye tar khub joldi out hoy. Odike ami akbar or mukhe out korechhi ta... joldi out hobe na amar. Jevabe morar moto pore achhe kuntola tate bojha jachhe je o ar beshi bar out korte parbe na. Tai oke abar uttejito kore niye bara dhukanor risk nilam na.Akkhon e bara ta dhukiye chudte suru korte hobe. Jotokkhon e o thap khete khete uttejito hobe totokkhon e amar maal beronor shomoy hoye jabe. Ei vebe amar thatano bara ta. Will you keep quiet for sometime, anjali?” I scolded her as I resumed my work of stripping her.She became silent as she felt new sensations all over her young skin. Anjali is a sweet girl of 19 with gifted assets. Her body is well formed at the right places with curves and bulges. Whenever she wears half saree and walks down the road, all the men would be staring at her. They almost try to feast on her nudity in their dreams. Anjali is a calm, shy girl who doesn’t speak with men often. But she. I smelled her arousal, musky and intoxicating. Only an incredibly act of willpower kept me rooted to my spot when the panties were pulled down. Her pussy was beautiful, large and puffy, and her inner lips peeked boldly out from her folds, dark and glistening with wetness in the daylight from the windows. “So beautiful,” I whispered, transfixed. Her finger guided my chin upwards, and she studied at me for a long minute with an unreadable expression. Then her eyes widened. “You really think so.”. Insistent though, my hand followed. In the dim light coming from the partially closed bathroom door, I didn’t miss the glare she gave me as my hand once again found her soft cheek.“Not tonight, I am tired and have to be up early tomorrow.” She coldly said as she moved further way.In my most helpless tone, I replied, “But, it’s been a while, and I so want you.” Again my hand followed her to the edge of the bed.“You reek of cheap booze and cigarettes.” She realized there was nowhere else to.