O uthe boslo, tarpar, khat theke neme, ulto dike anur khater pashe daralo. Anuo uthe bose, rupar komor duhath diye kachhe tene, fis fis kore giggyasa ...orlo,”ki re eto deri?”Rupa, “ki korbo? Seemata na ghumale ki kore asbo? Je bhabe joriye dhore chhilo, chharate gele jodi or ghum bhenge jay, tai ektu derite elam. Ne taratari kor. Or ghum bhenge gele jhamela hobe.” Ami to esob dekhe ar shune obak. Ki korchhe ora bhai-bone? Thik korlam, ebhabei motka mere dekhito, byaparta ki. Dekhi, anu rupar. As her hands grip the back of my head, I nuzzle her cheek and continue to hump into her like a dog on heat, unable to stop until I’m totally dry, emptied.“Fucking hell, Diana!” I gasp, as we both fall forward and collapse face first on to the bed. Exhausted and exhilarated, we lay in each other’s arms, stroking and caressing whilst kissing gently.I could quite happily die here! I think to myself. Suddenly I’m jolted back to reality by my wife smiling over at me from the photo frame on my. I never dress this way, so I was self conscious. “How do I look?” I asked, timidly. “Wanna go to the bedroom?” he said, wiggling his eyebrows. “We need to get going,” I laughed, “but seriously, do I look good?” “You look fucking hot, baby!” he said, unable to take his eyes off me. Pulling out his iPhone, he snapped my picture. We walked outside and got into the car. It was a long drive, taking about an hour and a half, but we finally made it. It was a seedy, little joint, not much bigger. E.D kar rahi hai. Mai bhi ek handsome boy hu, koi bhi meri personality se attract ho jata hai.Aise hi bato bato me jaipur aa gaya aur maine unse aapko kaha utarna hai ke bare pucha to unone mujhe bataya ji aap mujhe tonk phatak utar do mai bus pakad kar malviya nagar chali jaungi.Maine turant bola ki koi bat nahi mai aapko malviya nagar chod deta hu.Aur maine unko malviya nagar circle par drop kar diya. And also exchange our cell no. And mai waha se nilkal kar apne ghar aa gaya.Aise hi do din.