Woh puri madmast hokar, moan kar rahi thi. My desi Toh ab dar kaisa. Kya nazara tha. Main ab jharne par hi tumhara intezar krunga.Murari – Meri ye kabse fantasy hai Pooja ki kabhi aise khuleam tumhare sath sex karun. Aur apni jawani mujhpar lootane ko bekarar thi. Aah meri choot. Woh toh bas ahen bharti hui jor jor se sisakne lagi.Pooja – Aaram se ah… uff. Fir kya tha! Fir kabhi na ye rat hogi, na ye sunsan jagah, aur na ye barish.Aur aisa kehte huye main balcony se niche utara aur chai ke bagiche se hotta huya jharne tak jane laga.Main jharne tak gaya aur wahan Pooja ka intezar karne laga. Uff kitna accha lag raha hai.Par main kahan rukne wala tha. Kabhi jeeb se uske choot ko andar tak chat jata.Pooja bass machalti hui apne pair phelakar uss barish mein maze se apni choot chatwa rahi thi.
