Virat Kohli and Jadeja ki wo raat

ICC trophy jeetne ke baad Mumbai ka five-star hotel abhi bhi party ke garam jazbe se bhara tha, lekin Virat ne sabko jaldi bhej diya. Sirf Jaddu ko rok liya, uski aankhon mein woh bhookh chhupa kar jo sirf uske liye thi. “Jaddu... aaj celebration incomplete hai yaar,” Virat ne uske kandhe pe haath rakh kar kaha, awaaz mein woh narmi aur garmi ka mila-jula gehraai jo Jaddu ko andar tak hilaa rahi thi. “Mere suite mein aa. Sirf hum dono. Thoda whisky, thoda baat... trophy ko yaad karte hain, aur teri us tight body ko bhi jo field pe dekh ke mera lund raat bhar khada rehta hai aur sochta hai ki kaise teri gaand ko faad dun.”
Jadeja thoda thaka tha, lekin Virat ki uss nazar ko dekh kar haan kar diya. Suite mein pahunchte hi Virat ne bar khola – premium single malt, ice, aur do bade-bade glass. Lights bilkul dim kar di, baahar Mumbai ki barsaat sheeshe pe zor-zor se tapak rahi thi jaise unke andar ka tufaan. “Pehla peg tere liye, meri jaan Jaddu,” Virat ne glass thamaaya, apna haath Jadeja ke haath pe der tak rok kar, ungliyon ko sehlata hua, aankhein uske chehre pe fix kiye. “Aaj tu mera special guest hai... mera personal Jaddu, jiski gaand ko main match ke time se chodne ka sapna dekhta hoon, raat bhar sochta hoon ki teri woh tight pink hole mera lund kaise nigal legi.”

Ek peg, do peg... baatein shuru hui, lekin Virat jaan-boojh kar Jaddu ko zyada pilata raha. Har peg ke saath woh uske bilkul paas khiskar baith jaata, uske thigh pe haath ferte hue, kabhi uske kandhe se gale tak, kabhi uske pet pe halka sa pressure dete hue. “Dekh Jaddu... tera yeh strong thigh... jab tu field pe daudta hai na, mera mann karta hai ki yahin pakad ke tujhe bed pe patak dun aur teri gaand ko apna bana lun. Ufff... soch ke hi mera lund khada ho raha hai.” Jadeja ka chehra laal ho raha tha, aankhein dhundhli, lekin uska lund pant mein ubhar raha tha. Whisky ka nasha uske dimag mein ghus raha tha, lekin Virat ki baatein uske sharir mein aag laga rahi thi.

Teesra peg... Virat ab aur paas. Usne Jaddu ki shirt ke upar se chest ko sehlana shuru kiya, nipple pe ungli ghumate hue, dheere se pinch karte hue, phir zor se twist karte hue. “Ufff Jaddu... kitne hard nipples hain tere. Soch raha hoon inko chus ke laal kar dun, kaat dun, aur tera yeh tight ass... main jaanta hoon andar se tu kitni badi randi hai, sirf mera lund ka intezaar kar rahi hai. Bol na... bol ki tu bhi chahta hai ki main tujhe nasha mein tadpaun.” Jadeja ki saans tez ho gayi, woh thoda hichkichaya, “Virat bhai... yeh kya bol rahe ho... main... main nasha mein hoon...” lekin uski awaaz mein tadap thi, lund ab poora khada.

Virat ne muskurate hue uske glass mein aur whisky daala, uske kaan mein garam saans chhodte hue whisper kiya, “Nasha? Yeh nasha toh sirf shuruaat hai meri jaan. Aaj main tujhe itna tadpaunga ki tu khud roye ga... khud bollega – ‘Virat, chod de meri gaand, faad de, bhar de apne garam maal se, main teri dirty slut hoon.’” Usne haath neeche kiya aur Jadeja ke thigh ke andar tak sehlane laga, bilkul lund ke paas tak pahunch kar, pant ke upar se ragadte hue, lekin andar haath nahi daala abhi. Jaddu ka badan kaanp raha tha, hips apne aap uth rahe the. “Virat bhai... please... mat kar aisa... hum dono...” lekin Virat ne uske lips pe ek halka sa kiss kar diya, phir gehra kiss – zubaan andar daal kar uski zubaan ko zor-zor se chusne laga, jaise bhookha koi, saliva ek dusre ke muh mein mil raha tha. Haath ab Jadeja ki shirt ke andar ghus gaya, dono nipples ko pinch karte hue, zor se masalte hue.

Chautha peg khatam hote hi Jadeja ka sar puri tarah jhoom raha tha, aankhein band, lekin sharir Virat ke touch ke liye tadap raha tha. “Jaddu... ab mat ja,” Virat ne usko uthaya, bed tak le jaate hue uske kaan mein bola, “Aaj yahin so ja mere saath. Mere bed pe. Main tujhe akela nahi chhod sakta aise garam nasha mein. Aur waise bhi... main tujhe chahta hoon aaj raat. Teri har cheekh, teri har moan, teri tight gaand... sab meri karna chahta hoon. Bol na... bol ki tu bhi chahta hai ki main tujhe apni personal gaand ki randi banaun.”

Jadeja bed pe let gaya, nasha aur lust ka mila-jula tufaan uske andar. Virat ne uski shirt khol di, dheere-dheere, har button ke saath uske chest ko chumta hua, nipples ko zubaan se lapet ta hua, zor-zor se chus ta hua, daanton se kaat ta hua. “Ahhh... kitne tasty hain tere nipple Jaddu... jaise cherry jo main raat bhar chusna chahta hoon, kaatna chahta hoon, laal kar dena chahta hoon.” Usne apni zubaan Jadeja ke pet pe feri, neeche ki taraf badhte hue, navel mein ghumaate hue, phir aur neeche. Track pant aur underwear ek saath neeche kiye, aur uska mota lund bahar nikaal liya – pehle se hi precum se chamak raha tha, veins phooli hui. Virat ne usko haath mein pakda, dheere se hilaya, tip pe zubaan ferte hue sirf ek baar tease kiya, phir ruk gaya. “Dekh meri randi... tera lund kitna bhookha hai mere liye. Lekin aaj main isko nahi chusunga. Aaj teri gaand ko hi apna banaunga... usko faad ke, stretch kar ke, apne mothe lund se bhar dunga, overflow karwa dunga.”

Jadeja tadap raha tha, haath Virat ke baalon mein ghus gaya, “Virat bhai... ahhh... mat tadpao... main teri hoon aaj... teri dirty slut... chod de mujhe...”

Virat ne muskurate hue uski taange chaudi ki, apni zubaan uski gaand ki crack mein ghusa di aur zor-zor se chaatne laga – pehle bahar se, phir andar tak zubaan daalte hue, rimming karte hue, balls ko chuste hue, phir wapas gaand ke hole pe focus. “Ufff Jaddu... kitni geeli aur tight hai teri gaand... jaise koi virgin randi ki chut jo sirf mera lund ka intezaar kar rahi hai. Taste kar raha hoon teri gaand ka ras... kitna sweet hai.” Teen ungliyan lube ke saath andar daali – pehle ek, dheere dheere andar bahar, phir do, phir teen – stretch karte hue, prostate ko zor-zor se touch karte hue, circle ghumaate hue, Jaddu ko bilkul edge pe le jaate hue lekin jhadne nahi dete. Saath mein dirty talk, “Bol na meri jaan... bol ki tu meri personal gaand ki kutiya hai... meri dirty cum dump jo sirf mera maal peena chahti hai. Feel kar... teri gaand meri ungliyon ko kaise nigal rahi hai... ab mera lund lega toh pagal ho jaayegi.”

Jadeja ki awaaz kaanp rahi thi, aankhein aansuon se bhar gayi, badan paseene se tar, hips apne aap uth rahe the Virat ki ungliyon ke saath. “Haan Virat... main teri gaand ki randi hoon... teri dirty little whore... ab daal de apna mota lund... faad de meri gaand... please bhai... tadpa mat... main mar jaunga aaj... teri ungliyon se hi jhadne wala hoon!”

Virat ne apna shorts utaara, uska bada mota lund bahar – laal tip se precum tapak raha tha. Usne Jaddu ki taange apne kandhon pe rakh di aur ek lambe, zor ke dhakke se pura andar dhakel diya.

Jadeja zor se chillaya, “Aaaahhh Virat... phaad diya... teri moti lund meri gaand ko cheer rahi hai... lekin aur zor se chod mujhe... bhar de meri gaand apne garam maal se!”

Virat ka rhythm tez ho gaya – zor-zor ke dhakke, bed hil raha tha, har dhakke pe woh Jadeja ke lips ko chus raha tha, neck pe love bites de raha tha. “I love you Jaddu... tu mera hai... teri tight gaand ab meri personal pussy hai... main ise roz chodunga... teri har raat ko apni randi banaunga.”

Jadeja neeche se hips utha-utha ke mil raha tha, “Haan Virat... aur zor se... meri gaand faad de... chod mujhe jaise koi street ki bhookhi kutiya ko chodta hai... main tera cum ragad hoon... jhad do andar... bhar do meri gaand overflow karwa ke!”

Virat ka speed pagal ho gaya. Dono paseene mein tar, bodies ek dusre se chipke. Last strokes mein Virat chillaya, “Ab aa raha hoon meri jaan Jaddu... le le mera garam cum... teri gaand ke andar bhar raha hoon, teri randi gaand ko maal se nahla raha hoon!”

Dono saath hi jhad gaye – Virat ka garam maal Jaddu ki gaand mein bhar gaya, overflow ho kar bedsheet pe gir raha tha. Jadeja ka lund Virat ke pet aur chest pe phail gaya.

Virat ne Jaddu ko apni baahon mein tightly jakad liya, uske maathe pe, aankhon pe, lips pe naram kisses barasaaye. “Pyar karta hoon tujhe Jaddu... yeh nasha sirf sharir ka nahi... dil ka bhi tha.”

Jadeja thak kar Virat ke seene pe sir rakh kar muskuraya, uski dhadkan sunte hue. “Main bhi tujhe bahut pyar karta hoon Virat... aaj se har raat... yahin... teri baahon mein... teri gaand ki randi ban ke.”

Baahar barsaat tez ho gayi thi. Andar, unke arms mein, dono lust aur pyar ke tufaan mein kho gaye the.

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