Each time she measured, she increased the pressure, due to which Jonali’s cleavage wanted to bulge out of her blouse. She looked at the mirror and then at Jonali’s face; she was sweating a lot and her face was red as an apple but didn’t know what to do.
Nagma- We hate how your men look at us but love your women; you care so much for us. A day without Assamese women is so dull for us.
Now she started to take the vertical measurement, occasionally touching Jonali’s boobs; her breath was getting heavier, and it could be felt on Jonali’s neckline. Her eyes were almost closing at the touches.
Nagma- You have kept your modesty for so long. Wear it a bit tighter here; we are only women. We know how to treat you all; let our women have a bit of enjoyment too.
At this moment, Nagma came a bit forward and licked the sweat on Jonali’s neck, her one hand on Jonali’s belly and the other on her thighs.
Jonali- Nagma Ba, I think this is wrong; we… shouldn’t
Nagma- You are in my territory, my sweet Jonali; here I decide what is right and wrong.
She started pouring kisses on Jonali’s neck, jaw, and even biting her ear. With one hand, she pulled Jonali towards her, and with the other, she started mauling Jonali’s thighs to her ass.
Nagma- Mashallah! What a body you have. Your weakling of a husband doesn’t deserve you; you need a hot-blooded woman to take care of you.
Her hands were all over Jonali; now she took both of her hands, grabbing hold of Jonali’s jugs. Jonali was trying to stop her, but she just couldn’t; her body was betraying her. It was getting heated; there was warm wetness between her legs.
Jonali- This … isss a sin. Nagma, you don’t want this…
Nagma- Ohh! You don’t know what I want. I have been watching you, flaunting your curves in front of women who live alone. I want you. We Rohingya women have been thirsty for too long.
Jonali was shocked to hear it. They have been controlling themselves for so long; of course, they have urged themselves, and she could feel it by how much Nagma wanted it.
Nagma knew now Jonali was almost under her control; she just needed to make sure, so what she did was stop suddenly and just keep kissing Jonali’s neck and nothing else.
What happened next brought a smile to her face. Jonali herself moved her ass backwards, asking to be taken. Her eyes closed. She knew what she was doing was wrong, but it felt so good to be touched in that way.
Nagma- It’s a sin, isn’t it, Jonali, so I should stop?
Jonali turned and looked directly at Nagma. She brought her arms up and took hold of Nagma’s face, and finally she brought her lips to hers. Nagma moved her tongue inside Jonali’s mouth, invading it.
Nagma, with her heavy left hand, took hold of Jonali’s throat and started kissing her hard. Jonali was out of breath, but Nagma didn’t stop. With her right hand, she unbuttoned Jonali’s blouse, threw it away and ripped the cheap bra.
Nagma: You should just roam around like this, Jameela. God made you only for me, Alhamdulillah.
Then she pushed Jonali towards the concrete wall and started sucking her boobs like a hungry predator. At this, Jonali was at her mercy, giving herself to the older woman.
