Mumbai ki woh raat thi, jahaan sheher ka shor—taxi horns ki cheekh, Juhu Beach se door ki hansi ki goonj, aur baarish bhigi sadkon ki namkeen, mitti ki khushboo—sab milke ek jaadu sa kar rahe the, hawa mein woh geeli taazgi jo paseene se bheegi bodies ko aur bhi intoxicating bana deti, lund khada karne wali, gaand geeli karne wali. Varun Dhawan aur Kartik Aaryan ne abhi ek late-night promo shoot khatam kiya tha unki upcoming multi-starrer ke liye, ek bromance film jo tabloids mein charcha ka vishay ban chuki thi. Lekin camera ke peechhe, unki chemistry bijli ki tarah thi—bina kahe, garam, jaise ek raaz jo dono hi chhupaye hue the, unki nazron mein woh chamak jo studio ki garam lights se ab bhi jal rahi thi, sirf chudai ki bhookh dikha rahi, lund faadne ki ichcha.

Varun, apne boyish charm aur action films se bani ripped body ke saath, chupke se Kartik ki lean, sculpted frame ko dekhta—woh kaise uski shirt abs par chipak gayi thi studio lights ke neeche, paseene ki boondein chamak rahi thi uski taubh par, uski gaand ki curve ko imagine karte hue, lund ko hard kar deti, dil ki dhadkan tez, sirf uski tight chut ko pelne ki soch. Kartik, intense nazar ke saath, Varun ki nazar ko mehsoos karta jaise haath ka sparsh, andar se kuch primal jaga deta—uski soch mein Varun ka mota lund, uski tight gaand, aur woh musky smell jo gym sessions ke baad unke bodies se aati thi, muh mein paani bhar deti, lund choosne ki tamanna.

Woh Varun ke penthouse pahunche, bahane se "ek last script reading ke liye." Darwaza band hua, aur hawa bhari ho gayi paseene aur lust ki boo se, whiskey ki teekhi khushboo mix ho gayi baarish ki geeli hawa se, lund ki smell se bhari, gaand ki khujli badhaane wali. Marble counter par whiskey ke glass takrate hue, amber liquid gale se utra, jaln ki woh garam taazgi jo unki saanson ko aur tez kar deti, zubaan par woh oaky aftertaste reh jaati, lund ko aur geela kar deti, pre-cum nikaalne wali. "Aaj tu toh maar dala tha, Kartik... teri woh smile ne mera lund khada kar diya shoot ke time, aur yeh paseena teri taubh se... fuck, kitna ganda lag raha hai, choosne ko taras raha hoon, teri saali gaand ko bhi chaat loon abhi," Varun ne kaha, awaaz low aur gandi, balcony railing par tikke hue, sheher ki roshniyan uski aankhon mein chamak rahi thi, neeche se aati hawa mein namak ka chuaan, gaand ragadne ki ichcha, lund ragadne ki.

Kartik aur kareeb aaya, itna kareeb ki unke lund ek doosre se ragad rahe the pants ke upar se, haath Varun ke baazoo se guzra—jaise galti se, lekin nahi, uski ungliyan garam aur thodi rough, jaise woh muscles ko mehsoos kar raha ho, faadne ke liye, pelne ke liye. "Nahin yaar, tu tha. Woh body... fuck, har baar sochta hoon teri gaand ko faadne ka, aur yeh whiskey ki smell teri saans se... jaise mera lund aur hard ho jaaye, abhi yahin pel doon, teri chutiya gaand mein mera mota lund ghusa doon, tujhe cheekhne de doon saale randi." Tu mera personal fuck toy hai, bas chudai ka maza deta hai—tera lund mera addiction hai, uski heat, uski pulse, uski cum ki salty boo."

Nazar mili, aur bahana toot gaya. Kartik ne Varun ki jaw pakdi, kheench liya kiss ke liye—shuru soft, honth dhyaan se, whiskey ka taste mix ho gaya unki zubaanon par, jaise first scene ka rehearsal—lekin phir bhookh mein badal gaya, zubaanen lapki, geeli aur jaldbaazi bhari, Varun ki ungliyan Kartik ke baalon mein phansi, halka sa kheenchte hue ek groan nikaal diya, woh deep, guttural sound jo Varun ke seene mein vibrate hua, lund ko twitch karwa diya, gaand geeli kar diya. "Varun... yeh kiss... mera muh tera lund choosne ko taras raha hai, uski salty taste ko mehsoos karne ko, teri balls ko chaatne ko, saale. Main tere har dhadkan ke saath jeeta hoon—lekin tere saath, yeh zindagi ek non-stop fuck fest hai, baby, teri skin ki smoothness, paseene ki slipperiness ke saath, gaand faadne ki bhookh, tujhe randi bana ke chodne ki."

Kapde jhat se utre—shirts sar se utaar, woh sticky sound ke saath jo paseene se chipke hue kapdon se aaya, belts kholte hue haath kaanp rahe the, lund bahar aa gaye, throbbing aur leaking pre-cum, hawa mein woh musky aroma fail gaya, muh geela kar deti, gaand kholne wali. Varun ne Kartik ko floor-to-ceiling window ke against dhakela, thandi sheesha unki garam taubh ke against ek contrast, Kartik ka lund Varun ke pet par ragad raha, uski heat aur slickness mehsoos ho rahi, pre-cum ka sticky trail, woh wet drag.

"Kartik... god, kitni baar socha yeh. Tere is badan ko chhoota hoon main—ab teri yeh tight gaand ko faadunga, zor se, uski tightness ko feel karte hue, tujhe cheekhne de doonga saale kutte." Varun ne fisfisaya, uske kaan ke lobe ko kaata, woh soft bite jo skin par ek sharp sting chhoda, neck par kisses ki lahar—subah tak neele nishaan chhodte hue, har kiss ke saath bolta hua, "Yeh nishaan... tujhe yaad dilayenge ki tu mera hai—mera personal randi, jo har raat mera lund leta hai, uski veiny texture ko swallow karte hue, teri throat ko faadta hua." Kartik ne kamar tedhi ki, haath Varun ki peeth par ghumaye, nails ass tak khinchte hue, possessively masalte hue, ungli daal di crack mein tease karte hue, woh rough drag jo goosebumps khada kar diya, hole ko wet kar diya, lube ki tarah.

"Toh le le, Varun. Mujhe apna bana de. Main tera hoon—gaand se. Tere bina yeh zindagi... khali si lagti hai, jaise bina chudai ki raat, bina teri musky smell ke. Mujhe bhar de, apne mota lund se, apne josh se—fuck me like you own this ass, uski heat ko feel karte hue, faad daal saale, meri randi gaand mein tera lund pel, tujhe cum karne de main apni tight walls se." Yeh raw lust tha—Varun ki aankhein bhookh se bhari, jab woh ghutno par baith gaya, Kartik ka sakht lund muh mein le liya. Dheere se shuru, namak sa pre-cum chakh, woh tangy taste zubaan par faili, zubaan se sir ko ghumaya phir deep-throat mein—gag jo moan mein badal gaya, saliva drip karte hue chin par, woh wet, slurping sound room mein goonjta, throat stretch, gagging ki awaaz.

"Varun... haan, bilkul aise... tu kitna accha hai, baby. Yeh muh tera... ab yeh throat ko faad de mera lund se, uski girth ko stretch karte hue, choos zor se saale randi, meri balls ko bhi kha le, tujhe cum pilaa doonga gale mein." Main tere har sparsh mein kho jaata hoon... tu mera dirty secret, mera pyara slut, teri zubaan ki warmth se paagal, gag kar aur choos zor se, teri gaand bhi abhi faadunga."

Lekin Kartik passive rehne wala nahi tha. Usne Varun ko uthaya, positions flip kar di ek playful growl se—lust mein dominance mila hua, woh growl ki vibration Varun ke kaan mein mehsoos hui, lund ko hard, gaand ko khujli. "Ab meri baari tujhe faadne ki. Tu jaanta hai, tere yeh abs, yeh lines... jaise khuda ne mere liye banaye hain taaki main tujhe roz chodu, unki hard ridges ko trace karte hue, phir teri gaand mein ungli daal kar faadun. Main tujhe lootunga, har inch ko, saale kutte."

Woh Varun ko ghumaya, chest window par daba, gaand baahar, aur neeche baith gaya, thandi sheesha se Varun ki nipples tight ho gayi, ek sharp tingle, pinch karne layak. Bedside drawer se lube (iss sheher mein hamesha taiyaar rehna padta hai temptations ke liye) ungliyon par lagaya, uski cool, slippery feel, Varun ke hole ko tease kiya—ghumaya, phir andar dhakela—ek, do, teesri bhi, gehra scissoring, woh spot hit kiya jo Varun ko uchal gaya aur gaaliyan dene laga, prostate ko ragadte hue, ek electric jolt sa bheja mein, lund leak, pre-cum drip. "Kartik... oh shit, aur gehra... please. Tu... tu mera jaan le lega aise—teri ungliyan meri gaand mein, jaise chudai ka injection, woh slick burn, faad aur saale, meri prostate ko ragad, cum nikaal de!" Kartik ka free haath Varun ke throbbing lund ko rhythm mein hilata, balls ko masalte hue, unki soft, heavy feel, edge par le aaya phir ruk gaya, tease karte hue.

"Abhi nahi. Tujhe beg karte dekhna chahta hoon—bol, 'Kartik, meri gaand faad do, tera lund pel andar.' Yeh lust... yeh sirf jism ka hai—lekin abhi, yeh ek ganda fuck hai, paseene aur lube ki geeli awaazon ke saath, teri moans se room bhar jaayega." Varun ne sisk li, "Haan... Kartik, meri gaand faad do—tera lund pel andar, teri ungliyan se hi cum kar jaunga, fuck, woh stretch ki burning sweetness, randi bana de mujhe!"

Woh king-size bed par gir pade, chadariyan unki taangon ki tarah ulajh gayi, lube aur pre-cum se geeli, woh silky, sticky texture, ganda feel. Kartik ne pehle enter kiya Varun mein—dheere, thrust, nazrein judi hui, fisfisate hue "Tujhe feel karna... kitna tight hai mere liye. Yeh warmth... teri gaand mein ghuskar. Varun, tere andar rehkar hi main thakta hoon—ab zor se chudwa, uski clench ko feel kar, faad le mera lund." Lekin hardness ne le liya; kamar aage dhakel, zor se thokte hue, bed chillata raha, balls slap karte hue ass par, woh loud, wet smacks, skin ki red marks, sweat ki boondein udti hui.

Varun ki siskiyaan kamre mein goonji—"Aur zor se, fuck... mujhe faad, Kartik! Tere yeh thrusts... jaise meri rooh ko chhed rahe ho—teri gaand mein daalne wala lund mera hai ab, uski veiny drag, pel aur saale, meri walls ko stretch kar!"—haath chadar mein mushthbandh, body paseene se bheegi, nipples hard aur sensitive, hawa se ek light breeze, pinch karne ki ichcha. Kartik ka speed be-rehem, ek haath Varun ki kadi hata diya sar ke upar, doosra usko hila raha, balls ko slap karte hue, saansein ek saath, gasps aur "Tu mera daily fuck toy hai, teri moans ki music, ab cum kar de gaand mein, saale randi" ke beech mein.

Flip natural tha, barabari ka naach. Varun ne unhe ulta kiya, Kartik par sawar hua, lund ko andar guide kiya ek sisk se, hole stretch hote hue, woh initial burn phir pure bliss, walls clench. "Ab teri baari le. Kartik, tere yeh aankhon mein dekhta hoon toh lagta hai, duniya ruk gayi—ab teri tight gaand ko mera lund bhar dega, faadega, uski inner walls ko massage karte hue, tujhe cheekhne dega." Woh zor se savaari ki—uchhalta, ragadta, nails Kartik ke seene par khinchte, laal nishaan chhodte, prostate ko har baar hit karte hue, ek sharp pleasure wave, lund twitch. Kartik ke haath Varun ki kamar par pakde, upar thrust karte hue, "Haan... aise hi savaar... tu mera slut hai. Yeh rhythm... ganda hai—teri gaand slap kar rahi hai mere thighs se, woh sweaty friction, ragad aur saale, meri prostate ko maar, cum nikaal de!" Varun, hum ek hain, hamesha, ek dusre ki gaand mein, woh shared heat, faad le mujhe zor se." Lust gandi baaton mein pihra—unke maatha jud gaye, kisses geele aur gehre, "Tu mera hai... yeh josh... sirf humara, aur yeh cum—tera mera mix, garam aur ganda" grunts ke beech fisfisaya, unki saansein whiskey aur sweat ki smell se bhari, musky lust. Varun ke thrusts paagal ho gaye, prostate hits se Kartik cheekh utha, "Varun... paas aa raha... mujhe bhar de! Jaise main tujhe bharta hoon—poora, gehra—teri gaand mein mera maal daal, randi, uski hot flood feel kar, faad aur pel, saale chutiye!"

Climax lahar ki tarah aaya—Kartik pehle, Varun ke andar garam ugalta "Fuck! Ab le mera cum, teri gaand bhar jaayegi, woh pulsing heat, le saale randi, mera maal pi le andar se!" se toot gaya, walls clench karte hue, woh creamy warmth spread, overflow. Varun seconds mein peechhe, bahar nikaal Kartik ke seene par ugla, safed dhagon mein nishaan chhoda, "Yeh ugalta... tera seena mera canvas, woh sticky warmth, le mera maal, saale kutte, chaat le." Woh gir pade, ulajhe aur thake hue, saansein milti hui jab sheher neeche gungunaya, cum aur sweat mix ki woh salty, intimate smell, ganda paradise. Kartik ne Varun ki peeth par lazy patterns banaye, ungliyan abhi bhi thandi aur sticky, cum se bhari, "Yeh... gandi chudai thi, har sense ko jagati hui, abhi bhi lund khada hai." Varun ne muskuraya, uske maathe ko chuma softly, woh soft lips ka brush, lekin haath Kartik ke lund par. "Shower mein round two? Kyunki yeh raat... aur lambi hai—ab teri gaand saaf karke phir se faadunga, pani ki garam dhaar ke neeche, tujhe cheekhne doonga saale randi."

Chhupki Chahat