Notes

"Main bohot frustrated feel kar raha hoon. Mujhay zaleel kardo"
"Main tarapna chahta hoon"
As he looked around in his room. There wasnt much space for them to fully engage in a wrestling practice.
"Bed pay he kar lain gay" He thought inside his head.
"Wrestling karni hai"
"Maray hath bandho aur mujhay dhakkay do, mujhay neechay girao, mara gala dabao"
"Sirf acting he hogi but i really want to play with my toy"
As she tied his hands and kissed him on the forehead, what followed was not what he expected. For the next 20 minutes, she completely dominated him by strangling him, and throwing him around like a doll.
He would try to get up but to no avail. As he was getting up on his knees, she threw him off the bed and continued to play with the desperate and helpless kid.
"Maray pas aik idea hai scissorhold ka"
He told her to have her feet by the wall and then squeeze on his neck placing her feet firmly on the wall and not letting him even move a muscle. Such sorry state created by such a delicate, beautiful and majestic hoor would fulfill anyone's desperation.
"Pata nahin is trah tarasnay say mujhay kiya milta hai"
"Tumhain mujhay tarsanay main khushi hoti hai"
"Bas jis main apki khushi us main he mari khushi"
"Maray saray roop dekh liye hain tum nay"
"Itnay different experiences ka maza to hai"
As she squeezed him once more to finish things off. He would throw his feet and his hands and eventually tap out
"Mujhay farigh bhi kardo na. Aik he bar aram say so jaon"
Zainab was wearing a qameez and white tights. She revealed her legs by lifting her qameez from the back side and sat on his lap and started moving back and forth gently.
Only 10 seconds later, he was all done. Letting out a few moans and groans and finishing the session with a "Thank you Zainab!"