The game of father-in-law and daughter-in-law, Part 13

Definitions
Lund= Lund (cock), penis,dick

Choot= Choot (pussy),

Bhos= Big cunt.

Gaand= An ass.

The search for the murderer begins, and sex also remains...

Part 13

Continued from the previous part...

The movie was just about to end. "Pooja!" Manish whispered into his girlfriend's ear, holding her close in his arms.

"Hmm?"

"Do you see that guy in the black shirt, three rows down, in the center-corner seat?"

"Who? The one who's laughing?" Pooja turned her head to look while still nestled in Manish's embrace.

"Yes, that's him."

"Who is he?"

"A criminal I've been hunting for. Will you help me catch him today?"

"Is that even something you need to ask? What do I have to do?"

"I'm going to slip out right now and get my bike from the parking lot; otherwise, it'll get too crowded later, and he might manage to slip away from us. You stay a short distance behind him—follow him out—and see which direction he heads. If he makes for the parking lot, give me a call; otherwise, just keep following him carefully. I'll be waiting for you at the main gate with the bike."

"Alright."

Manish hurried out of the theater hall and was making his way toward the parking lot when his mobile phone rang. "Hello?"

"Manish, it's Amin. I've brought the kit."

"Excellent, buddy. Come on over to the parking lot."

A short while later, he held in his hands a belt-pouch containing a nylon rope, a pair of handcuffs, a cloth napkin, and a small vial of chloroform. This was the kit; Manish slung it around his neck, started his bike, and immediately headed to the main gate. By then, the show had ended, and the entire crowd was slowly streaming out. At the gate, he spotted Pooja. "Manish, look over there! He's getting into that auto-rickshaw!" She hopped onto the seat behind him, and Manish maneuvered his bike to follow right behind Kallan's auto.

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Raja Sahib, accompanied by Menaka, arrived in Rajpura from her maternal home at eleven o'clock and headed straight to the office. Inside his private chamber, he embraced his daughter-in-law—as was his custom—and began to kiss her; she, in turn—true to form—flustered and flustered, tried to break free from his hold.

"Oh... you’re absolutely crazy! Someday, someone is bound to catch us," she said, grabbing his hair and gently pulling his face away from her neck.

"You worry far too much for no reason. Nothing will happen," he reassured her, his hands caressing her bare waist. "Don't be anxious. We don't have the time right now; I have to head into the city to meet my lawyer. There is some urgent business to attend to."

"What...? You're leaving again?" Menaka asked with a hint of annoyance.

"Well, look at that! Just a moment ago you were pushing me away, and now that I’m actually leaving, you’re getting upset."

"I only object to this sort of thing here in the office; I certainly wouldn't stop you when we're at home," she murmured, resting her head against his chest.

Raja Sahib chuckled, cupped her face in his hands, and began to kiss her luscious lips. They continued kissing for a while before Raja Sahib finally released her lips. "Alright, I must be off now."

"Come back soon."

"Okay."

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When Dushyant Verma’s call came through, Raja Sahib was in the midst of dictating his new will to his lawyer—a document in which he was bequeathing his entire estate to Menaka.

"Hey, Yash! Just as you suggested, only Manish is currently on the trail. I haven't sent anyone else to assist him. This kind of work carries a great deal of risk. However, if you think it necessary, I can assign a few more people to the task."

"No, Dushyant, don't do that. Don't worry; I won't let Manish face any kind of danger. Just give me his number; I’ll speak with him directly and handle the further planning myself."

"Okay, Yash. Here is his number."

Kallan’s auto-rickshaw was halted at a traffic signal. Two vehicles behind him, Manish and Pooja were riding on a bike. "Pooja, take an auto from here and go home. I have no idea where this guy is headed. It could be dangerous up ahead."

"Manish, I'm terrified. I'm staying right here with you."

"Listen to me, Pooja—nothing is going to happen to me. You go home. I'll call you. Come on, look—that auto over there is empty... go."

"Manish..."

"Nothing will happen to me, darling; don't worry. Look, the light is about to turn green. Hurry up and catch that auto."

"Alright. I'll be waiting for your call."

Manish now continued chasing Kallan all by himself. When his mobile rang, he switched on his hands-free device. "Hello?"

"Hmm... this is Yashveer Singh speaking, Manish. Where are you right now?"

"Namaste, Sir. It looks like this guy is heading toward Chowk Bazaar. I'm chasing his auto on my bike."

"Alright, we'll meet you there," and the call disconnected.

A short while later, Manish was sitting with Raja Saheb in his Scorpio. The vehicle was parked in front of the 'Fiesta' Café—the very place Kallan had entered just moments before. A little later, a car pulled up, and Malika stepped out and walked into the café.

"Sir... that's her! That motherfucker..."

"Yes, Manish. Now it’s no longer just a suspicion, but an absolute certainty: this man is Jabbar's accomplice, and he had a hand in our son's death." Just then, the two of them emerged from the café, got into Malika's car, and drove off. Manish sprinted back to his bike, and once again, he and Raja Saheb resumed their pursuit of Kallan. Malika pulled the car to a halt in front of a cheap hotel and, along with Kallan, went inside. Written by Maitri.

Inside the hotel room, Malika and Kallan were kissing each other madly as they stripped off each other's clothes. "How I have pined for you, you cruel man!" Malika yanked down Kallan's pants in a single swift motion, then bent down and took his Lund (cock) deep into her mouth. Standing right there, Kallan grabbed her head and began to fuck her mouth. As she sucked his Lund (cock), Malika wrapped her arms tightly around his waist and slid a finger into his asshole.

"Yeah... ahh," Kallan moaned in ecstasy. He began thrusting his hips even faster. Malika released his Lund (cock), pushed him back onto the bed, then climbed onto his chest, positioning her Choot (pussy) right over his face; once again, she took his Lund (cock) into her mouth and began to suck. As he kneaded her ass, Kallan slid his tongue deep inside her Choot (pussy) and began to lick her clitoris.

Malika began to grind her hips in frenzy, moaning ecstatically as she lost herself in the pleasure. Kallan held her firmly, his tongue darting rapidly in and out of her Choot (Choot (pussy)). Suddenly, Malika pressed her Choot (Choot (pussy)) hard against his face; pulling his Lund (cock) out of her mouth, she buried her face deep in his pubic hair—she had just climaxed. Kallan continued to lick up the juices flowing from her Choot (Choot (pussy)). As Malika regained her composure, she grabbed his Lund (cock) and began to stroke it vigorously, using her tongue to tease the tip. Now it was Kallan's turn; his hips began to thrust involuntarily. Malika cupped his balls in her hands and squeezed gently as she took his entire Lund (Lund (cock)) deep into her mouth. As his Lund (Lund (cock)) slid past her lips and down her throat, she began to bob her head up and down, essentially fucking her own mouth. Presented by Maitri.

The pressure of Malika's hands on his balls, combined with the rhythmic motion of her mouth, brought Kallan to a swift climax—which Malika happily swallowed. For a while, they lay there just as they were; Kallan continued to caress her Gannd (ass), while Malika gently licked his Lund (cock). Before long, his Lund (cock) began to stiffen again; Malika shifted her position, climbing on top of Kallan, and began to kiss him. Kallan ran his hands soothingly over her naked back and waist.

He gathered her into his arms, rolled onto his side, and climbed on top of her. As he kissed her neck, he cupped her breasts in his hands and began to squeeze them. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, then took one breast into his mouth while simultaneously kneading the other with his free hand.

"...Oooh... oh... squeeze harder, you brute... harder still... now suck this one," she urged, guiding one of her breasts into his mouth with her own hands.

"Ahnn... ahnnn... yeah... just like that..." Malika moved her hand down, grasped his Lund (cock), positioned it against her Choot (Choot (pussy)), and began to guide it inside. Kallan gave a thrust, and his Lund (cock) slid halfway in. "Aiiiyyy! Bahanchod (sister fucker)" Malika cried out.

With a second thrust, his Lund (cock) slid all the way in, and Kallan began to pound her. Clinging tightly to one another, they kissed passionately. Kallan alternated between kissing her face and her boobs—sucking and kneading them—while Malika responded to his kisses by digging her fingernails into his back and buttocks. Malika ground her hips hard against Kallan's Gannd (ass); she had wrapped her legs around his waist and was thrusting her hips in perfect rhythm with his strokes.

The pace of his thrusts quickened, and moments later, Malika’s Choot (Choot (pussy)) began to flow her pulp with wetness. In the heat of the moment, Kallan clamped his lips tightly around one of her nipples; her body began to convulse with spasms of pleasure as his Lund (cock) filled her Choot (Choot (pussy)) with his release. Edited by FunLove.

To be continued…………

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