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Anjali Tarak Mehta : 14

Tarak : if you ask them, then why can't you bring those hands to touch you yourself. (He shows that he heard her)

Anjali frozen on her place shyly.

But Tarak again start writing.

So, Anjali took his hands and slowly, carefully, she brought them to rest on her breasts.

She sighed again and so did t
Raj, this time.

Anjali : how they feel to you?

The delivery man squeezed her breasts, his fingers finding purchase on her flesh.

She let go of his hands and he didn't stop.

He didn't look at me anymore either, intent on kneading her breasts.

After a while, his fingers took hold of her nipples and he tugged on them gently.

Anjali : Oooh.

Anjali said.

Anjali : You're so good at this.

She placed her hand on the back of his head and brought his face up to her cleavage.

Tarak didn't know where to stop her, because she is now inviting his mouth on her chest.

He didn't need another invitation.

He began to kiss her chest again, lower and lower until he was kissing right between her breasts, around the black beads of her mangalsutra.

His hands stopped fondling her breasts for a moment as he encircled her bare back and brought her into his embrace.

After a minute of this, the delivery man came up for air.

His face was sweaty and flushed.

Anjali (behaving out of control now) : you haven't kissed my tits yet, You don't want to?

The man swallowed once and then looked at her breasts again, right there before his eyes.

Raj : I can do that?

Anjali kissed his left neck side, his cheek, and then right at the edge of his lips.

He was feeling awkward before but now he is feeling he deserves all this.

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