I miss you, Rishabh...
Bhabhiji ki rasoi - Chapter 1
The hot water, now enveloping Neeta in a steam, was still not enough to wake her up. As her hands caressed and guided the water along her arms and between her breasts, she felt a low ache between her legs…
Neeta’s fingers travelled down her navel, gently furrowing through her thick bush. She slid her middle finger between her labia, letting it rest there for a few moments. Moving it gently, she rubbed it along her clitoris.
I miss you, Rishabh… it’s been an entire week since you are travelling for work.
Neeta further thought…
The next time we meet, I am going to envelope you, and have you fuck me twenty ways to Sunday, Rishabh…
Neeta missed feeling her brother-in-law, Rishabh’s hard cock rub against her pussy… especially more when he was travelling. Almost every night, they found a way into each other’s arms, heavy with heat, and lighter as they heaved and moaned together.
Her body ached to be enveloped by him, made sweet love to, as he pinched her nipples and kissed her pleas. Imagining his hands roaming all over her wet body, Neeta’s hands imitated them unabashedly. She squeezed her right breast tight as her left hand caressed her pussy.
Leaning against the wet cold wall, she let the heat of the moment wash all over her; these moments in secret and seclusion were some of her favourites… she could be herself, and dream the wildest fantasies.
But touching herself felt insipid today.
I don’t want to cum now… I’ll wait patiently for Rishabh… he should be returning tonight.
Drying her hair, her mind moved onto the day that lay ahead. By the time she hooked her blouse, she had planned the day’s menu. The bindi adjusted on her forehead, her mangalsutra nestled comfortably between her warm cleavage, she draped her sari, and made her way towards the kitchen.
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