Nagma- Would have loved to drink milk from those jugs of yours!
She started pinching, biting and licking one breast after the other, then again kissing her, this time biting on the lips. Then she moved backwards and looked into Jonali’s eyes with authority.
Nagma- If you want to go home now, you can, but if you want to stay, then you have to give me everything about you.
Jonali understood what Nagma meant. She thought about her husband, what society would think if they found out, but then she looked at herself and at Nagma. She didn’t feel like this for so long.
She started taking off the rest of her mekhela chador; it came down slowly, Nagma loved the show, then it was the turn of her petticoat. She was on her knees, in her panties when Nagma called her forward.
Nagma started to pull her chador up. Jonali looked at her heavy legs, drenched with sweat, then she saw it: an embroidered panty, purple in colour, but what was more drooling was how much hair she had on her pubic area.
She put one hand inside her panty, rubbed it a bit, took it out and directly made Jonali lick her fingers. The aroma was making Jonali crazy as she went down, looking straight at Nagma’s face as she parted the panty and put her lips on Nagma’s vagina.
Nagma- Ah!! suck on it you hungry kuttiya. You belong here in the camp in my bed, Inshallah.
Jonali was busy licking every bit of sweat, every bit of juice that was flowing; her mouth had never tasted such a thing. Then Nagma took her by the throat, turned her, spanking her ass as hard as she could.
Nagma- Say it, you belong to me, say it you want this, say it you are my woman, my whore, my begum.
Jonali- Nooo… no I can’t, I have a husband.
Nagma- Oh! You can’t… then so be it.
What she did next was unbelievable; she tore Jonali’s panty and drove one finger into her butthole. Jonali’s eyes went white; the pain was so different, as if it was a pleasure.
Jonali- Oh! No, not in there…
Nagma- Then where jaan, do I put my fingers in.
She was moving it to and fro, Jonali was getting the hang of it, but suddenly Nagma moved another one inside. This brought a loud moan from Jonali, her eyes teary but her hips moved with Nagma’s hand.
Nagma- Say it, Jonali, you know you want this..
Jonali- Yessss, yess, I want you, I want you to fuck me, fuck me like how you want, I might have a husband but I am yours Nagmaaaa..
Hearing it, Nagma’s thrust became harder and harder and then Jonali gave a moan, and Nagma pulled her fingers out, licking it, loving the aroma.
Nagma- I wanted this so much, it’s been so many years without anyone, you belong to me.
Saying this they started to kiss deeply, both of their tongues moving together, Jonali grabbing hold of Nagma’s butt cheeks as if there was not another day.
Suddenly, they heard a commotion outside as if there were people moving, so Jonali got frightened and wore her dress fast. Then they both moved out, the workers were almost coming in as they moved towards the backdoor.
Nagma- There you go, no one is going to see you here.
