Shubman Gill and Ishan Kishan - Romantic Night

Raat ke 11:45 baj chuke the. Mumbai ke ek 5-star luxury hotel ki presidential suite mein sirf ek table lamp ki halki si golden roshni thi. Bahar se Mumbai ki barsaat ki boondein khidki par gir rahi thi, jaise unke dil ki dhadkan ko aur tez kar rahi ho. Shubman Gill aur Ishan Kishan aaj ka match jeet kar wapas aaye the, lekin aaj sirf jeet nahi… unke beech chhupi hui kai saalon ki chhupi attraction aag ban kar phootne wali thi.

Ishan ne apni wet team jersey utari aur bed ke kinare baith gaya. Uske solid chest par paseena chamak raha tha. Woh Shubman ki taraf dekhta raha, aankhon mein ek aisi bhook jo match ke time se hi jal rahi thi. Shubman mirror ke saamne khada tha, apni shirt ke buttons khol raha tha, lekin uski aankhein Ishan ko dekh rahi thi.

Ishan dheere se bola, awaaz mein ek halki si kaanp, “Shubi… aaj match mein jab tu century maar raha tha… main field mein khada sirf tujhe dekh raha tha. Har shot ke baad teri muskurahat… teri tight pants mein teri gaand… fuck yaar, main control nahi kar pa raha tha. Kai saal se yeh sab andar hi daba raha hoon. Aaj raat… please… mat roko mujhe.”

Shubman ne mirror mein uski taraf dekha, uske chehre par ek sharmili si muskurahat thi lekin aankhon mein drama bhara tha. Woh dheere se bola, “Ishu… tu jaanta hai na main bhi kitna tadpa hoon tere liye? Par tu hamesha team ke saamne cool banta hai. Aaj match ke baad jab tu mujhe hug kar raha tha… maine feel kiya tera lund meri thigh par sakht ho raha tha. Phir bhi tu chup raha. Ab bol… kitna tadpa hai tu mujhe chodne ke liye?”

Ishan utha, Shubman ke peeche aaya aur uske kamar se pakad liya. Dono ka reflection mirror mein dikhai de raha tha – dono ke shareer ek dusre se chipke hue. Ishan ne Shubman ki gardan par gehri kiss ki, phir uske kaan mein whisper kiya, “Main tujhe chodne ke liye pagal ho gaya hoon Shubi. Har raat sapne mein teri gaand mein apna lund ghusaata hoon. Aaj sach karna hai… par pehle tu mujhe tadpa… mujhe bata… tu mera hai na? Sirf mera?”

Shubman ne jaan-bujh kar apni kamar hilaayi, Ishan ke sakht lund ko apni gaand par ragadte hue, lekin phir se door hat gaya. Drama bhara hua smile ke saath bola, “Pehle mujhe convince kar Ishu… bol… tu mujhe kitna pyar karta hai? Kitna lust karta hai? Agar sach mein tadpa hai toh… mujhe manaa… mujhe apna bana le… warna main abhi so jaunga.”

Ishan ki aankhon mein ek wild spark aaya. Usne Shubman ko zor se ghumaaya, wall ke saath dhakel diya aur dono haathon se uske chehre ko pakad liya. Unke lips sirf ek inch door the. Ishan ki saansein tez thi, “Main tujhe pyar karta hoon Shubman Gill… itna pyar ki har match ke baad tujhe apni car mein le jaakar chodna chahta tha. Teri woh tight body… teri pink lips… teri gol gaand… main tere bina nahi reh sakta. Aaj raat tu meri randi ban ja… meri pyaar ki randi… main tujhe itna chodunga ki tu subah tak chal nahi paayega.”

Shubman ki saansein bhi tez ho gayi thi. Usne Ishan ke lips par ek halki si kiss ki, phir uske neeche kaanpne wale lips ko chus liya aur dheere se bola, “Toh phir le le mujhe Ishu… aaj main tera hoon… poora tera. Par yaad rakh… bahut zor se chodna… main chahta hoon ki teri har dhakke se mera dil aur meri gaand dono phat jaaye.”

Ishan ne ab control kho diya. Usne Shubman ki shirt faad di aur uske nipples ko muh mein le liya, zor zor se chusne aur kaatne laga. Shubman ki peeth wall se ragad rahi thi, woh karah raha tha, “Ahhh… Ishan… aur zor se… kaat de mujhe… main tera hoon baby…”

Ishan ne Shubman ko utha kar bed par phenka. Dono ki track pants ek saath neeche khinch gayi. Ishan ka mota 8 inch ka lund bilkul khada, veins ubhari hui, tip se precum tapak raha tha. Shubman ka lund bhi sakht ho chuka tha.

Ishan ne turant 69 position mein dono ko set kar diya. Shubman Ishan ke upar let gaya, uska lund muh mein le liya aur zor zor se chusne laga – gaal phulaate hue, gale tak andar lete hue, thook ki dharon ke saath. Ishan ne Shubman ki tight gaand ko dono haathon se faila diya aur uski pink hole ko zubaan se chaatne laga, andar tak zubaan ghusaate hue.

“Fuuuuck Shubi… teri gaand itni sweet hai… main ise roz chusna chahta hoon… aaah… tu mera lund itna gehra chus raha hai… main tera muh chod dunga…” Ishan ne karah kar kaha aur do ungliyan Shubman ki gaand mein daal di, andar bahar tez tez karte hue.

Shubman muh se lund nikaalte hue chillaya, “Ishu… teri ungliyan meri gaand phaad rahi hain… aur andar daal… finger fuck kar apni randi ko… aaah… main pyar karta hoon tujhe lekin aaj tu mujhe maar daal apne lund se…”

Drama aur lust dono badh rahe the. Ishan ne Shubman ko ghuma diya doggy style mein. Shubman ki gaand upar thi, bilkul taiyaar aur geeli. Ishan ne apne lund par thook lagaya aur ek hi zor dar jhatke mein poora lund andar dhakel diya.

“AAHHHH FUUUUCK… Ishan… tera mota lund… meri gaand phaad di… bahut bada… bahut gehra… dhiiire… par mat ruk…” Shubman ne takiye mein muh daba kar chillaaya, lekin uski gaand khud peeche ki taraf dhakel rahi thi.

Ishan ne koi raham nahi kiya. Usne Shubman ki kamar pakdi aur zor zor se thokne laga – dhap dhap dhap dhap… har dhakke ke saath Shubman ki gaand hil rahi thi, uska lund neeche latak kar precum ki boondein chhod raha tha. “Le le meri jaan… le mera pura lund… main tujhe aaj raat bhar chodunga… tu mera pyaar hai… meri randi hai… sirf meri!” Ishan ne zor se bolte hue uske baal pakad kar peeche kheencha aur gale par love bites dete hue chodta raha.

Position badli – cowboy. Ishan let gaya, Shubman uske upar chadh gaya aur khud Ishan ka lund apni gaand mein baithaya. Phir uchalne laga… upar neeche… zor zor se… uski gaand Ishan ke lund par zor se gir rahi thi. “Baby… tu itna tight hai… meri jaan… chod mujhe… apni gaand se mera lund nigal le… aaah… main tujhe pyar karta hoon Shubi…” Ishan ne neeche se dhakke maare aur Shubman ke lund ko haath mein le kar ragadne laga.

Phir missionary – dono aankhein ek dusre mein. Ishan ne Shubman ki taange apne kandhon par rakh di aur bilkul upar se gehre, tez dhakke maare. Har dhakke ke saath kiss, har dhakke ke saath “I love you” aur “Tu meri randi hai” ke shabd. Shubman ke nails Ishan ki peeth par ghus gaye the, khoon nikal aaya tha lekin dono ko farak nahi pad raha tha.

“Main aa raha hoon Ishu… bahut zor se… meri gaand mein bhar de apna cum…” Shubman chillaya aur uska lund phadak kar dono ke pet par garam garam cum ki moti dharon mein nikal gaya.

Ishan ne speed aur tez ki aur ek zor dar dhakke ke saath apna garam, mota cum Shubman ki gaand ke andar bhar diya. Dono ek saath chillaye.

Lekin raat abhi khatam nahi hui thi.

Ishan ne lund bahar nikaala nahi. Usne Shubman ko utha kar bathroom counter par baitha diya aur standing position mein chodna shuru kar diya – mirror mein dono ko dekhte hue. Phir bed par spooning, reverse cowgirl, aur last mein dono ek dusre ke upar let kar slow, romantic lekin bahut gehri chudai karte hue.

Raat bhar 5 rounds hue – har baar alag angle, har baar zyada zor, zyada pyar, zyada drama. Subah hone tak dono paseene, cum aur love bites se bhare hue ek dusre ki bahon mein liptkar soye the.

Ishan ne Shubman ke maathe par kiss kiya aur dheere se bola, “Shubi… yeh sirf shuruaat hai. Har raat aisi hi dramatic seduction aur hardcore romantic chudai… tu mera hai… hamesha.”

Shubman ne sharmate hue muskurakar uske chest par sar rakh diya, “Haan Ishu… main tera pyaar hoon… tera randi pyaar… tu jab chahe drama kar… mujhe tadpa… phir mujhe chod… main hamesha taiyaar hoon tere lund aur tere pyar ke liye.”

Unki dosti ab pyaar, lust aur dramatic seduction ka sabse gehra, sabse wild roop le chuki thi.

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