Vo Australia se sirf 2 hafte ke liye aayi thi.
Ghar chhota tha, isliye use mere kamre mein hi sula diya gaya.
Ek hi bed pe hum dono… raat ke 1 baj chuke the.
Elina sirf ek loose cotton t-shirt mein thi,
aur neeche kuch nahi… uski bare thighs baar baar mujhe feel ho rahi thi.
“I can’t sleep yaar…”
usne kahke apna pair mere pair pe rakha.
Main hil gaya… meri body already garam thi…
aur uske touch ne meri saans tez kar di.
Main uski taraf mud gaya.
Haath uski kamar pe rakha — t-shirt ke neeche bilkul nanga jism mehsoos hua.
“Tum pagal ho gaye ho kya?”
usne halki moan ke saath kaha,
lekin koi rokaawat nahi thi… sirf ek halka sa lachak uski kamar mein.
Maine uska pair apne lap mein liya,
aur lips uski thighs pe rak diye…
Elina ne aankhein band kar li…
“Ooohh… yeh kya kar rahe ho… cousin…”
“Andar mat… ohhh… wait…”
Lekin uski geeli body mujhe keh rahi thi ke ruko mat.
Ungliyaan uske andar gayi…
“AAAHHH… haan… wahan… aur andar daalo…”
uski moan bhari awaaz ne raat ko jaga diya.
Main upar gaya,
lips uske honton pe rakhe, aur dheere se jism andar le gaya…
Ek second mein uski kamar uth gayi,
usne meri gardan jor se pakad li:
“Zyada… ooyii… haan… cousin mat bolo… ab sirf jaan kehna…”
“Aaj mujhe poora bhar do… rula do…”
Raat bhar uski saans meri chhaati pe thi,
aur har jhatke ke baad sirf ek awaaz aayi:
“Ohhh god… haan… aur… aur… haan… wahin… toot jaaungi…”
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