‘If I thought I was Christ, would I be with you?’ he asked, crossing the room to me. He gently raised my face from the mug and kissed me. I though... I felt electricity in our intermingling morning stubble. I moaned in response. He took the java from me and placed it gently on the coffee table. His arms wrapped around me and turned me away from him, kissing the back of my neck. I’ve been able to turn away from some beautiful men in my life, but never from him. He was inside me before I knew it,. Lelo maza jawanee ka mere rajjjja,” aur apni gand hilane lagee Mai bhi bol raha tha, “leeeee meriiiii raniiii, leeee leeeee mera bulla apniiiii puuuuccchhhiiiiii mmaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiii Badaaaaa tarpayyyyyya hai tuneeee mujheeee. Leeeee leeee, leeee meriiiii sadhnaaaaaaaaa aaaaauunnnnnnnttttttttttyyyyy yeh bulla aab se tumhara hi hai Ahhhhhh! Uhhhhhhhh kya jannat ka mazaaaaa de rahi ho tum dono meri randiyoooooo aur bole ja rahi thi maro aur jor se maro chut kooooooo may bhi bol raha tha le le. Identity will obviously be kept a secret. Please ignore the language errors & enjoy the story.This is a story of a lady named Sheeta (Name changed) she is Fashion Designer from Mumbai. She called me for enquiring about an event, where I was one of the organizers. I shared the details & we met at an outdoor corporate event, after this event We were interacting with each other on phone & Whatsapp.My company planned for a tour to Bhutan, she wanted to join along with her friends. & during this. "After that, I forgot how to speak, their hands stealing all my words as I lay back, sinking into the pillows and cushions beneath me, two pairs of hands exploring my body while I watched their faces, Ruby’s radiating an intense playfulness, while my brother’s was unreadable, his eyes hidden behind sunglasses. I tried to form the words, asking him to take them off so I could see his eyes, but they kept coming out as pleasurable moans, and soon I gave up, my attention wandering to his hands upon.