अब छोरो बाबा, काम भी तो करना है, she pleaded

As I rolled over her saree 

Not allowing her to drape 

My parents weren't in town

So I had to make the maximum with my maid

It had been months of torture 

Seeing her ample cleavage

As her arched derriere 

She was aware of my intentions

And played along

So as soon my parents left

I carried her to the bed in my arms

Throwing her carelessly

I lifted her petticoat 

While she was still dressed 

She was hot down there

And tasted of salty essence 

I gulped her fervently 

Her moans escalated 

As she clutched the sheets for her survival

I rolled her over

And commanded her to be my bitch

As she posed 

I entered her from rear

भईया दुख रहा है, चोरों दो, she cried in agony 

But I plunged deeper into her

Till she accomodated me

I released all my pious offerings inside her

We rested in each other's arms

For a while

And when she started getting dressed

I rolled over her saree

For another session.

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