Hindi Love Story Sexy: Baarishein, Beeti Baatein Aur Ek Bhigi Raat

DJ ne rain dance wala set chalu kiya tha aur poori bheed andar daud gayi thi, par Zoya ne meri kalaai pakad ke mujhe kheench liya tha baarish mein, aur ab uski bheegi kurti meri shirt se chipak rahi thi jaise koi hindi love story sexy live shoot ho rahi ho mere saath. Paani uske baalon se tapak ke meri gardan pe gir raha tha. Usne meri kamar pe haath rakhe the, tight, aur hum dono has rahe the par saans dono ki tez thi.

Teen saal. Teen saal baad maine usse dekha tha aaj shaam Arjun ki farmhouse party mein, gate pe entry lete hue. Wohi Zoya. Thodi aur khubsurat, thodi aur tez. Usne pehle mujhe dekha, ruk gayi, phir woh smile aayi jo sirf mere liye thi kabhi.

"Tum?" usne kaha tha, drink ka glass haath mein, "Kabir, tum yahan?"

"Tumhare bina party adhuri lag rahi thi," maine bola tha, aur woh hansi thi, wohi hansi jisne college mein mera dimaag kharab kiya tha.

Ab baarish mein woh mere itne kareeb thi ki uske honth mere jabde se bas do inch door the. Uske kurte ka geela kapda uske boobs se chipka hua tha aur mujhe saaf dikh raha tha uski bra ka shape. Mera lund tight jeans mein khada ho chuka tha. Usne neeche dekha. Phir meri aankhon mein dekha. Aur muskurayi.

"Ab bhi sharmaate ho," usne dheere se kaha, paani ki awaaz mein uski awaaz doob rahi thi.

"Tumhare saamne kabhi nahi sharmaya," maine kaha, aur uski kamar pe mera grip tight ho gaya.

Usne apna chehra mere kaan ke paas laaya. Uske honth mere kaan ko chhu rahe the. "Pool house khaali hai," usne phusphusaya, "Arjun ne chabhi mujhe di thi, bag rakhne ke liye."

Mere dil ne ek beat miss ki. "Zoya..."

"Chalo," usne kaha. Bas ek shabd. Aur mera haath pakad ke woh lawn ke us paar bhaag gayi, baarish mein bheegte hue, hasti hui, jaise hum phir se bees ke ho gaye hon.

Pool house ka darwaza khula. Andar andhera tha, sirf bahar ki roshni khidki se aa rahi thi. Usne darwaza band kiya. Lock ki click awaaz aayi. Phir sannata, sirf baarish ki awaaz chhat pe.

Woh palti. Uske baal bheeg ke uske chehre pe chipke the. Usne apne baalon ko peeche kiya, aur uski kurti ka gala thoda neeche sarak gaya tha. Uski cleavage saaf dikh rahi thi, paani ki boondein uspe chamak rahi thi.

"Teen saal," usne kaha, "tumne ek baar bhi call nahi kiya."

"Tumne bhi nahi," maine kaha.

"Main intezaar kar rahi thi," usne kaha, aur ek kadam aage badhi. Ab woh bilkul mere saamne thi. "Aaj bhi."

Maine uske gaal pe haath rakha. Uska chehra thanda tha, baarish se, par uski aankhen jal rahi thi. Maine usse kiss kiya. Pehle dheere, phir tez. Uske honth geele the, meetha sa taste, shayad uske drink ka. Usne mere baalon mein ungliyaan daal di aur mujhe aur kareeb kheench liya.

Uske haath meri shirt ke button pe gaye. Ek, do, teen. Usne meri shirt khol di aur usse mere kandhon se sarka diya. Uske nakhun meri chhaati pe chale, halke se, aur mere rongte khade ho gaye.

"Ab bhi gym jaate ho," usne kaha, meri chhaati pe haath pherte hue, muskurate hue.

"Tumhare liye," maine kaha, aur uski kurti ka hem pakad liya. "Uthao haath."

Usne haath upar kiye. Maine uski geeli kurti uske sar ke upar se nikaal di. Uske boobs black bra mein kase hue the, bade, bhare hue, paani ki boondein unpe. Maine usse dekha, poori tarah, aur usne sharmaya nahi. Usne apni bra ka hook khud khola, saamne se, aur bra neeche sarak gayi.

Uske boobs aazaad ho gaye. Gol, bhare, nipples khade, thande paani se tight. Maine apne dono haathon se unhe pakda, wazan mehsoos kiya, aur apna chehra unmein daal diya. Uske jism ki khushbu, baarish aur uske perfume ka mix, mere dimaag pe chha gayi.

Maine uska ek nipple muh mein liya. Chusa. Dheere dheere, phir tez. Usne mere sar ko pakad liya, ungliyaan mere baalon mein kas gayi. "Kabir," usne siski bhari, "haan, aise hi."

Maine doosre nipple pe jeebh pheri, gol gol, phir halke se kaata. Woh kaanp gayi. Uske haath meri peeth pe chale gaye, nakhun gadne lage. Uska jism mere khilaaf dab raha tha.

Usne meri jeans ka button khola. Zipper neeche. Uska haath andar gaya, mere underwear mein, aur usne mera lund pakad liya. Poora khada, garam, nasen phool rahi thi. Usne usse dheere se dabaya, upar neeche hilaya.

"Itna bada ho gaya hai," usne phusphusaya, shaitani muskaan ke saath.

"Tumhare liye intezaar kar raha tha," maine kaha, aur uski salwar ka naada kheench diya.

Salwar neeche sarak gayi. Usne usse pairon se nikaal diya. Ab woh sirf panty mein thi, geeli, uski chut ki shape saaf dikh rahi thi kapde se. Maine ghutnon pe baith gaya. Uske saamne. Uski panty ko dheere se neeche sarka diya.

Uski chut mere saamne thi. Saaf, bheegi, phool ke honth halke se khule. Main uski khushbu mehsoos kar sakta tha. Maine apni jeebh uspe rakhi. Woh uchhal padi. Maine dheere se chaata, upar se neeche, phir uske daane pe jeebh tika di.

"Ohh," uski awaaz nikal gayi, tez. Usne meri taraf dekha, phir apna sar peeche kar liya. Uske haath mere sar pe the, mujhe aur andar daba rahe the.

Maine apni jeebh andar daali, gol ghumaayi, phir daane pe wapas aaya aur tez tez ragda. Uska jism kaanpne laga. Uske pair kaanp rahe the. "Ruko mat," usne kaha, "please, ruko mat."

Main ruka nahi. Maine do ungliyaan uski chut mein daal di, andar bahar, tez. Jeebh daane pe. Woh chillayi, dheemi cheekh, aur uski chut ne meri ungliyon ko kas liya. Uska pani nikal gaya, mere chehre pe, meri ungliyon pe. Woh haanf rahi thi, mere sar ko pakde hue.

Main khada hua. Usne meri taraf dekha, chehra laal, honth khule. Usne mujhe kheench ke kiss kiya, apna taste mere honthon pe mehsoos karte hue. Phir woh ghutnon pe baith gayi.

Usne mera lund pakda, dekha, phir apni jeebh uske top pe pheri. Dheere se. Mere ghutne kamzor ho gaye. Usne usse apne muh mein liya, jitna andar ja sakta tha, aur chusne lagi. Uska sar upar neeche ho raha tha, uske baal mere pairon pe gir rahe the.

"Zoya," maine kaha, uske sar pe haath rakh ke. Usne upar dekha, muh bhara hua, aankhen mujhmein. Usne tez kiya. Mera lund uske gale tak jaa raha tha. Uske haath mere andkosh se khel rahe the.

Mujhe laga main jhad jaunga. Maine usse roka, usse khada kiya. "Nahi," maine kaha, "abhi nahi. Tumhe andar lena hai mujhe."

Usne meri aankhon mein dekha aur woh palti. Pool house mein ek purana sofa tha, kapde se dhaka. Usne kapda kheench ke hata diya. Woh sofa pe jhuki, haathon pe, apni gaand meri taraf karke. Usne palat ke dekha. "Aao," usne kaha.

Maine uske peeche khade hoke apna lund uski chut pe ragda, upar neeche, uske pani se geela karte hue. Woh sisak rahi thi. Phir maine dheere se andar daala. Uski chut tight thi, garam, bheegi. Woh ek inch andar gaya, phir doosra.

"Poora," usne kaha, "poora daalo."

Maine ek dhakke mein poora andar kar diya. Woh cheekh padi. Uske haath sofa ko kas ke pakde hue the. Maine uski kamar pakdi aur dhakke maarne shuru kiye. Dheere pehle, phir tez. Uske boobs neeche latak ke hil rahe the. Uske baal uske chehre pe.

Maine uske baal pakde, halke se kheenche, uska sar peeche kiya. Usne siski bhari. Mera lund uski chut mein andar bahar ho raha tha, tez, geeli awaazen aa rahi thi. "Tum meri ho," maine kaha, "samjhi? Teen saal se meri."

"Tumhari," usne haanfte hue kaha, "sirf tumhari, Kabir, aur tez."

Maine aur tez kiya. Sofa deewar se takra raha tha. Baarish ki awaaz, uski siskiyaan, mere dhakkon ki awaaz. Sab mil ke ek shor ban raha tha. Usne apni gaand peeche dhakeli, har dhakke ka jawab dete hue.

Phir woh jhadne lagi. Usne chillaya, uska jism kaanpa, uski chut ne mere lund ko itna kas liya ki mujhe laga woh toot jayega. Uska pani beh raha tha, mere lund pe, mere pairon pe. Main ruka nahi. Maine dhakke jaari rakhe, uske jhadne ke beech mein.

Uske baad maine usse palta diya. Woh sofa pe let gayi, pair phaila ke. Main uske upar aaya. Usne mere lund ko pakad ke apni chut pe rakha. Maine andar daala, ek baar mein, geeli chut mein aasaani se phisal gaya.

Ab main uske upar tha, missionary, uski aankhon mein dekhte hue. Uske haath meri peeth pe, nakhun gadhe hue. Uske pair meri kamar pe lapete hue. Har dhakke pe woh "haan" kehti, har dhakke pe uske boobs hilte.

Maine uske honth choome, uski gardan pe kaata, uske kaan mein phusphusaya, "Itni yaad aayi tumhari, har raat."

"Mujhe bhi," usne kaha, uski aankhon mein paani tha, ya pasina, pata nahi. "Har raat, Kabir."

Maine apne dhakke tez kiye. Woh apne pairon se mujhe aur andar kheench rahi thi. Uska doosra orgasm aa raha tha, main mehsoos kar sakta tha, uski chut kas rahi thi, uski saansen tez ho rahi thi.

"Main aa raha hoon," maine kaha.

"Andar," usne kaha, mujhe kas ke pakde hue, "mere andar hi."

Maine aakhri dhakke maare, tez, gehre, aur phir main jhad gaya. Mera veerya uski chut mein beh gaya, garam. Woh bhi usi waqt jhadi, uska jism mere neeche kaanpa, usne mera naam chillaya. Hum dono ek saath haanf rahe the, paseene mein bheeg ke, baarish ki awaaz mein.

Main uske upar leta raha, uske boobs pe sar rakhe. Uske dil ki dhadkan mere kaan mein thi. Usne mere baalon mein ungliyaan pheri. Bahar baarish ab bhi ho rahi thi, chhat pe tap tap.

"Toh," usne dheere se kaha, "ab teen saal aur intezaar karoge?"

Maine sar uthaya, usse dekha. "Kal shaam ko milo. Wahi cafe, jahan pehli baar mile the."

Usne muskuraya. Woh muskaan jo sirf mere liye thi. "Main wahan pahunch jaungi," usne kaha, "tumse pehle."