Results for jia cup translation from Hindi to English

mera cup toot gaya
mera cup toot gaya

cup me tea dalna
cup me tea dalna

mere liye ek cup chai lao
mere liye ek cup chai lao

let's have cup of tea
चलो एक कप चाय पीते हैं

aao ek cup chai peete hain
aao ek cup chai peete hain

wah ek cup chai pee chuka hoga
wah ek cup chai pee chuka hoga

ek cup say dushre cup mai dalna
ek cup say dushre cup mai dalna

agar main ghar aaun to ek cup chay peeyun
if i came to your home , i would take/have a cup of tea.

amjad sir dusra cup main chai nahi pita hain
amjad sir dusra cup main chai nahi pita hain

agar main tumhare ghar aaun to ek cup chay peeyun
if i came to your home , i would take/ have a cup of tea.

kya tum mjy ek cup chae offer nai kro gy?
what will

ish bhane se tumhare sath ek cup chay pi lunga.
ish bhane se tumhare sath ek cup chay pi lunga

ak badhiyan gana sunna ak cup chay ke jaisa relax deta hai
ak badhiyan gana sunna ak cup chay ke jaisa relax deta hai

sir aane wala would cup main kya ashwin ko khilana chahiye kya mujhe lagta hai khilana chahiye kyu unka abhi ke time acha khel rahe hai
sir aane wala would cup main kya ashwin ko khilana chahiye kya mujhe lagta hai khilana chahiye kyu unka abhi ke time acha khel rahe hai

sunday ko main subhe 8 am par utha fir main washroom gya fir mai fresh hua fir main nahaya fir maine excercise ki fir maine ek cup tea pi
sunday ko main subhe 8 am par utha fir main washroom gya fir mai fresh hua fir main nahaya fir maine excercise ki fir maine ek cup tea pi

main subha 9 baje uthti hu uske bad fresh hoti hu uske bad 1 cup chai piti hu firr 1:30 baje khana khati hu uske bad 5 baje chai leti hu uske bad 9 baje khana khati aur 1 baje so jati hu
main subha 9 baje uthti hu uske bad fresh hoti hu uske bad 1 cup chai piti hu firr 1:30 baje khana khati hu uske bad 5 baje chai leti hu uske bad 9 baje khana khati hu aur 1 baje so jati hu

'what's wrong in allowing him to see' said rahul pecking kisses on her cheeks. 'i have not decided about it' she replied. 'how long will you take to decide about it' he said shuffling her hair with his hands. 'keep trying you may succeed' shot back his mother. hearing those words rahul was encouraged. lifting his hands he held his mother by her head and drawing her face closer to his, he kissed her squarely on her lips. shobha sizzled as he felt his hot lips on hers. unable to control anymore she drew his head and opening her mouth wide kissed him back. rahul was enchanted by this and in a reflex action he pushed his tongue deep inside her mouth and embraced his mother's body to his. shobha was stimulated by the passionate kiss and as rahul drew her up to his body, she tamely succumbed to his ministrations. her body was set on fire. rahul feeling her body shivering started to caress her back and bringing his hand under her arms he moved it over the side of her breasts. shobha moaned hard when she felt her son's hand trying to feel her breasts. she pressed her upper body to his completely, squashing her breasts over his chest. rahul could no longer put his hand on her breasts. he placed his hands over her shoulders and pushing her back he trust one of his hand on her chest. shobha moaned louder. her tongue slipped out and started to lick her son's lips. rahul felt possessed. he thrust his hand deep between his mother's chest. his hand felt the opening of his mother's nightie. his fingers started to fumble over her hooks and with great difficulty he managed to unhook two of them. as the flaps of his mother's nightie gave way, his fingers came in contact with the warm flesh of his mother's bosom. this aroused him. he dug his hand deeper till he could feel the silkiness of his mother's brassiere. this made his prick shot up. shobha's body too was throbbing in the heat of the passion. she lifted her body for a second to allow her son's hand to take possession of her breasts and as rahul slid his hand over the cup of her bra, she shuddered and wet her panties. rahul too was on the verge of shooting and as his mother allowed access to his hands to cup her bra his pecker shot up and when he felt his mother's body convulse in the heat of the passion he again jammed his lips on hers and cupping her breast over her bra he shot his load in his pants.
'what's wrong in allowing him to see' said rahul pecking kisses on her cheeks. 'i have not decided about it' she replied. 'how long will you take to decide about it' he said shuffling her hair with his hands. 'keep trying you may succeed' shot back his mother. hearing those words rahul was encouraged. lifting his hands he held his mother by her head and drawing her face closer to his, he kissed her squarely on her lips. shobha sizzled as he felt his hot lips on hers. unable to control anymore she drew his head and opening her mouth wide kissed him back. rahul was enchanted by this and in a reflex action he pushed his tongue deep inside her mouth and embraced his mother's body to his. shobha was stimulated by the passionate kiss and as rahul drew her up to his body, she tamely succumbed to his ministrations. her body was set on fire. rahul feeling her body shivering started to caress her back and bringing his hand under her arms he moved it over the side of her breasts. shobha moaned hard when she felt her son's hand trying to feel her breasts. she pressed her upper body to his completely, squashing her breasts over his chest. rahul could no longer put his hand on her breasts. he placed his hands over her shoulders and pushing her back he trust one of his hand on her chest. shobha moaned louder. her tongue slipped out and started to lick her son's lips. rahul felt possessed. he thrust his hand deep between his mother's chest. his hand felt the opening of his mother's nightie. his fingers started to fumble over her hooks and with great difficulty he managed to unhook two of them. as the flaps of his mother's nightie gave way, his fingers came in contact with the warm flesh of his mother's bosom. this aroused him. he dug his hand deeper till he could feel the silkiness of his mother's brassiere. this made his prick shot up. shobha's body too was throbbing in the heat of the passion. she lifted her body for a second to allow her son's hand to take possession of her breasts and as rahul slid his hand over the cup of her bra, she shuddered and wet her panties. rahul too was on the verge of shooting and as his mother allowed access to his hands to cup her bra his pecker shot up and when he felt his mother's body convulse in the heat of the passion he again jammed his lips on hers and cupping her breast over her bra he shot his load in his pants.