Gunjan grasped where was looking.she was looking at his worried face
"Dekho aur dekho mister shergill aaj tu tumhe shock pe shock dungi"she said tucking the hair behind the ear.another thing shocked samrat as he saw lovebite on her neck too.
"Ye ladki ekdum pagal hai isey pata hi nhi chalta ki ye kya kar rahi,kya pehen rahi mumma ne dekh liya tou pareshani shuru.Puchengi mujse ki kitne raat bitaye kya kya kiya isse kuchh thori puchhengi"cried samrat to himself
He got up from his place and covered the neck mark with her hair somehow.
"Gunjan tumhare baal pe kuchh tha"he said sitting beside her
Gunjan:haan ab nhi hai na
Samrat:nahi
She again moved her hair back that revealed lovebites.
He slapped his head in disgust and she was smiling evilly at him noticing his unsuccessful attempt.
"Gunjan dhako na"he said in her ear
"Kaafi Dhaka hua hai ab Kitna dhakun"she said
"Dekhho samrat mai tumhari soch ke sath nhi chal sakti"she said moving from there.
"Mumma mai toilet hoke aa rahi"she excused
She looked into the mirror straightening her top and took some of her pics in the sexy yellow top
"Aaj tou sab muje hi dek rhe the aur khaskar mera sexy boyfriend v"she smiled
She laughed remembering his gaze that used to fell on the signature given by him on her body.
"Bada gunjan gunjan krte ho chashmish bolne mei tax lagta hai kya"she said to herself
Khair ye lovebites tumne chashmish ko nhi gunjan ko diye hain tou ab expect krte ho ki chashmish chupaye waah"she said to herself
"Muje usey lovebite dena hi nhi chahiye tha lekin kab tak apne aap pe control rakhta"he yapped
Flashback scene
It was last Saturday morning and people kept poaching eyes at gunjan like usually.he used to be jealous as she talked to them with laugh,gave hifi to them.it became difficult for him to tolerate...
He pulled her in his room as she was standing near study.
"Why u try to make me jealous everytime"he asked shutting the door.
"Mai aur jealous tumhe..."she said
"Gunjan tum meri baat kyun nhi anti"he asked pulling the band from her hair.He kissed her forehead and shoulder.
"Kaun si baat..."she asked with shiver
Samrat:aise tight gym wear tum mat pehno
"My body my choice"asserted gunjan
Samrat held her jaw softly and her body was becoming weak with his touch.
His fingers traveled towards her clitoris whose shape were clearly visible through her tight leggings.
"Uhhm....uhh..."she moaned
"S. ..s..Samrat.. ."she gasped
She groaned harder as his bulge was hitting her cervix.
"S...Samrat pls let me go...."she begged
"Ur body ur choice so my body my choice"he said getting dominative making more friction between his bulge and clitoris
"Samrat...ouch samrat..."she screamed in tears
"Samrat ghar pe aunty hain...."she continued in tears
"But I need u gunjan...."he said turning her back and leaned on it.He kissed her nape and he hit his member to her ass through the clothes squeezing it.He held the butt and again rubbed his member that was under clothe and she gasped loud.
"Gunjan i need this pls"he said letting his mouth wide gasping out stretching her tight leggings and she helped.
He pulled the panty and inserted his member inside the ass
"Oh gunjan i wanted it so bad"he said biting the corner of his lips and gunjan cried in pain.she was lifeless as she thought the person she loved had forgotten the real her.
Her feet were rolling on the floor along with his and with the rhythm his erection was moving inside her pussy.soon his legs collided with hers as he completely entered inside her.
"Ahhhuhhh"she screamed in tears biting her lips.she didnt defended but she was groaning and shivering
"Haan mumma boliye"asked samrat as ila phoned him
Ila:gunjan ko call karke puchha ghar pahunchi ya nahi
Samrat:haan wo tou kabka pahunch gyi avi usse phone Kiya wo hospital mei thi
Ila:aaj hospital mei koi appointment tou nahi hai na meri
Samrat:nhi aaj nahi hai
Ila:thankgod okay tou rakti hoon by the way mai arnav ke sath hoon.wo muje pick krne Aya tha tu nhi ayega kya
Samrat:aaj meri tabiyat thori kharab lag rahi tou isliye Maine hi usey call kiya tha ki wo apko pick kare
Ila:ok bye
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