Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

“Bhola… ye kitna bada lund hai tera… aur kitna bara hoga aur…?”
“Bhola… this cock of yours is so big… and how much bigger will it get…?”
 
Bhola just smiled against her tit, eyes dark with lust, and kept sucking even harder, pulling her nipple deep into his mouth.
 
Simran couldn’t take it anymore.
 
She bent down, grabbed his hair, and yanked his face out of her breasts. Milk sprayed across his lips as she crushed her mouth against his in a deep, hungry kiss. This time there was no milk in his mouth — just pure, filthy desire. Their tongues met instantly, sliding and twisting together, drinking each other’s saliva like starving lovers. The kiss was wet, messy, and loud — loud smacking sounds filling the room as they devoured each other.
 
While they kissed, Simran’s right hand never left his monster cock. She gripped the thick, throbbing lund tightly and started stroking it faster, pumping the massive shaft up and down, feeling it pulse and leak more thick precum all over her fingers.
 
Bhola groaned into her mouth, tongue fucking hers, hips bucking up into her hand as she jerked his giant cock while they kissed like animals.
 
The scene was erotic and filthy. Simran sitting on the bed with her legs closed, tits out and leaking, tongue deep in Bhola’s mouth, both her hands working his enormous, veiny lund like it belonged to her now.
 
And Bhola was lost in her — sucking her tongue, drinking her spit, and thrusting his massive cock into her soft hands like a desperate bull.
 
The day had only just started, and they were already crossing every line.
 
Simran started shivering violently, her whole body trembling as a sudden, powerful orgasm crashed through her. She was cumming hard just from kissing Bhola and stroking his massive monster cock — no penetration, no fingers in her pussy, just the filthy taste of his tongue and the burning heat of that thick lund pulsing in her small hands.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… ammmmm…ahhhhh…ammmmm….” she moaned into his mouth, her voice breaking into slutty whimpers.
 
Her pussy clenched and gushed, soaking her red thong completely as fresh slick ran down her thighs. Her legs shook, toes curling, heavy tits bouncing against Bhola’s chest while she kept stroking that enormous cock with both hands.
 
Bhola broke the kiss with a wet smack, strings of saliva and milk connecting their lips. Without a word he dove straight back to her tits, attacking them like a wild animal. He switched sides rapidly, sucking one nipple then the other, loud, obscene slurping sounds echoing in the room. Milk sprayed everywhere — thick white jets shooting out every time he pulled off, coating his face, her chest, and the bedsheet.
 
It had been almost fifteen minutes of nonstop sucking and kissing, and the air was thick with the scent of her milk and pussy. The situation was so fucking intense that if Bhola had wanted to, he could have thrown her on her back, spread her legs, and shoved that giant monster cock straight into her dripping pussy right then and there — and Simran wouldn’t have said a single word of protest. In fact, she would have grabbed that thick, veiny lund herself, rubbed the fat head against her swollen clit, and guided every inch inside her hungry cunt like a desperate whore.
 
But Bhola kept sucking.
 
Simran came again — this time with vigorous, uncontrollable shaking. Her body jerked hard, tits bouncing wildly as she pulled his head tight against her chest, smothering his face between her leaking melons.
 
“Bhola… choos le… choos meri chuchiyan… pi le sab doodh… aaahhh fuck…”
“Bhola… suck… suck my boobs… drink all the milk… aaahhh fuck…”
 
Bhola sucked like a maniac, grunting and growling against her flesh, his cheeks hollowing deeply. He tried to take a whole huge chunk of her gigantic mango-like breast into his mouth — stretching the soft flesh, teeth grazing the sensitive skin, leaving red marks around her areola. Simran cried out sharply.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… dard ho raha hai… bus kar… bus kar na…”
“Aaahhh… Bhola… it’s hurting… stop… please stop na…”
 
But Bhola didn’t stop. Usually he would ease up after two or three hard pulls, but today he was merciless. He sucked her right nipple with brutal force, pulling it long and thick before letting it pop out with a loud, wet smack. The heavy tit settled back down like soft jelly, jiggling obscenely, milk still spraying from the swollen tip. He did it again and again, switching between both breasts, sucking and popping them mercilessly while Simran moaned and cried in a mix of pain and ecstasy.
 
“Bhola… bus kar… dar ho raha hai… itna zor se mat kheech… aaahhh fuck… phir se aa rahi hoon main…”
“Bhola… stop… I’m scared… don’t pull so hard… aaahhh fuck… I’m cumming again…”
 
He switched to the left tit and tried to finish it the same way — sucking harder and harder, pulling the nipple until it stretched obscenely before releasing it with another loud pop. Simran was already nearing her third orgasm in less than fifteen minutes. Her body was trembling nonstop, pussy gushing, thighs shaking as she kept stroking his massive cock with both hands.
 
The precum was now flowing so heavily that it had leaked all the way down the thick shaft and was coating her wrist in thick, white, sticky strands. Every stroke made wet, filthy squelching sounds as her fingers glided over the veiny monster.
 
Bhola’s hips kept thrusting up into her hand, fucking her soft palms while he drank from her tits like he would never stop.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

The morning sun lit up the filthy scene — Simran’s tits red and marked from his savage sucking, milk everywhere, her hands wrapped around that enormous, throbbing lund, precum dripping down her fingers as she jerked him desperately.
 
And Bhola was nowhere near done.
 
Bhola finally tore his mouth away from Simran’s swollen, red-marked tits with a loud, wet pop. Thick strings of milk and saliva stretched between his lips and her dark, puffy nipples before breaking. Milk was everywhere — dripping down her heavy breasts, running over her belly, soaking the bedsheet.
 
Simran didn’t give him a second to breathe.
 
She grabbed his hair roughly and yanked his face to hers, crashing her mouth against his in a deep, desperate, never-ending smooch. Their tongues met instantly, twisting and fucking each other like starving animals. The kiss was filthy — loud, wet smacking sounds, saliva mixing, tongues sliding deep into each other’s mouths as they drank every drop of spit and leftover milk.
 
Bhola’s left hand found her right tit on its own and started squeezing it hard, mauling the soft, heavy flesh, fingers sinking deep while milk sprayed between his fingers. Their muffled moans vibrated into each other’s mouths — Simran’s high-pitched, slutty whimpers mixing with Bhola’s deep, hungry growls.
 
“Mmmph… mmmph…” Simran moaned into the kiss, her hands never stopping as she stroked his massive, throbbing lund with both fists. The thick shaft was rock-hard, veins bulging, the fat head leaking nonstop. Precum coated her fingers, making every stroke wet and slippery.
 
Finally, after long, breathless minutes, Simran pulled back gasping for air, a thick string of saliva connecting their tongues for a second before it broke.
 
She looked down at his monstrous cock still standing proud and angry, harder than ever, the head shiny with precum.
 
“Bhola… tumhara lund ka main kya karun… mere haath mein dard ho raha hai,” she panted, voice hoarse and filthy. “Dekho kitna mota aur sakht hai… dono haath bhi chhote pad rahe hain iske liye.”
“Bhola… what should I do with your cock… my hands are hurting,” she panted, voice hoarse and filthy. “Look how thick and hard it is… even both hands are feeling small for it.”
 
Bhola was breathing hard, lips shiny with spit and milk.
 
“Bhabhi… mujhe nahi samajh aa raha hai… ye khud hi nahi maan raha hai.”
“Bhabhi… I don’t understand… it’s not listening to me at all.”
 
Simran bit her lip, eyes dark with lust. She looked at that huge, veiny monster and made up her mind.
 
“Achha… uthke baitho.”
“Okay… get up and sit.”
 
Bhola sat up on his knees in front of her, his massive lund pointing straight at her face, thick and proud, the fat head already dripping.
 
Simran stared at it hungrily.
 
“Bhola main thak gayi hoon… lekin main kuch karti hoon.”
“Bhola, I’m tired… but I’ll do something.”
 
She quickly slid off the bed, standing naked except for her soaked red thong. The thin lace was completely drenched, clinging to her swollen pussy lips. She told him to get down from the bed and stand in front of her.
 
Bhola obeyed, his heavy cock swinging as he stood.
 
Simran sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide, her tits still leaking, red marks all over them from his savage sucking.
 
She leaned forward, opened her mouth, and tried to take the fat head inside.
 
Bhola instinctively moved back, confused.
 
She tried again.
 
He backed off once more.
 
Simran looked up at him, eyes burning with need, voice low and filthy.
 
“Mat jao peeche, Bhola… mujhe muh mein lene do. Warna ye kabhi nahi maane ga.”
“Don’t go back, Bhola… let me take it in my mouth. Otherwise it won’t listen at all.”
 
She tried a third time, mouth open, tongue out.
 
Bhola started to pull back again.
 
Simran lunged forward like a hungry slut, grabbing his thick thighs and yanking him toward her. In one swift motion she took the fat, swollen head of his monster cock straight into her hot, wet mouth.
 
Bhola let out a loud, shocked groan.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhabhi…!”
 
The head alone stretched her lips obscenely wide. It was huge, hot, salty, and leaking thick precum that coated her tongue instantly. She moaned around it — a deep, satisfied “Ummmmhhh…” sound vibrating along his shaft.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

She pulled him closer, refusing to let go, so she could sit properly on the bed while keeping the fat head locked in her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she started sucking gently, tasting the thick, creamy precum like it was the sweetest nectar she had ever had.
 
Bhola’s hands hovered in the air, confused and overwhelmed, but Simran gripped his thighs tighter, holding him in place.
 
She pulled off just for a second, strings of spit and precum connecting her lips to his cockhead, and looked up at him with glassy, cock-drunk eyes.
 
“Bhola aise mat hilo… yahin ruko… warna ye muh se nikal jayega.”
“Bhola, don’t move like that… stay right here… otherwise it will slip out of my mouth.”
 
She didn’t waste another second.
 
She opened her mouth wide again and took the fat head back inside with a loud, hungry “Ummmmhhh…” sound, sucking harder this time, her tongue swirling around the leaking tip while her hands stroked the thick shaft she couldn’t fit in her mouth.
 
The morning light poured over them — Simran sitting on the bed in nothing but a soaked red thong, mouth stretched wide around Bhola’s enormous lund, sucking and moaning like a desperate whore while he stood there, trembling, his heavy balls hanging low.
 
And Bhola’s monster cock was finally getting the attention it had been begging for all morning.
 
Simran opened her mouth wider, trying desperately to take more of Bhola’s massive cock inside. The thick, dark head stretched her lips obscenely, forcing her jaw wide open. She pushed forward slowly, her tongue flattening against the underside, tasting the salty, thick precum that kept leaking in heavy drops. But it was so fucking huge — so thick and so long — that even after taking the head and a couple of inches, she felt her throat start to resist. This was the first time in her life she was trying to swallow such a monstrous dick. Her eyes watered slightly as she looked up at him, cheeks hollowed, lips stretched tight around the girth.
 
Bhola stared down at her, completely mesmerised. The sight of his beautiful, married Bhabhi on her knees with his huge cock stuffed in her mouth was heavenly. Her soft, pink lips were wrapped so perfectly around the dark, veiny shaft — it looked like her mouth had been made just for this. The way her cheeks bulged, the way her eyes looked up at him with pure lust and struggle, the way her heavy, leaking tits bounced every time she moved her head — it was the most erotic thing he had ever seen.
 
Simran noticed him staring. She pulled her mouth off his cock with a wet pop, strings of spit and thick precum connecting her swollen lips to the fat head.
 
“Aise kya dekh rahe ho, Bhola?” she asked, breathing hard, voice husky and filthy. “Mera muh itna bada nahi hai… aur tumhara lund itna mota hai ki meri lips phat rahi hain.”
“Why are you looking at me like that, Bhola?” she asked, breathing hard, voice husky and filthy. “My mouth is not that big… and your cock is so thick that my lips are tearing apart.”
 
Bhola’s eyes were dark with hunger, but his voice stayed soft and honest.
 
“Bhabhi… thank you so much. Bahut bahut achcha lag raha hai. Aap bahot sundar dikh rahi ho… sach mein.”
“Bhabhi… thank you so much. It feels really really good. You look very beautiful… really.”
 
Simran blushed deeply, still holding the thick base of his cock in both hands, stroking it slowly.
 
“Bhola, badmash… maine tumhara lund muh mein le rakha hai, dono haath se sehla rahi hoon, aur tum bol rahe ho ki main sundar lag rahi hu? Kitna sharmila hai tu… lekin tera lund toh bilkul shaitan ban gaya hai.”
“Bhola, you naughty boy… I have your cock in my mouth, stroking it with both hands, and you’re saying I look beautiful? How shy you are… but your cock has become a complete devil.”
 
Bhola smiled shyly, his voice low and full of awe.
 
“Bhabhi, sach maaniye… aap sach mein bahot sundar dikhti hain iss lund ko muh mein liye hue. Aapke jaisi koi nahi. Aapki lips… aapki aankhein… sab kuch itna perfect lag raha hai.”
“Bhabhi, believe me… you really look very beautiful with this cock in your mouth. There is no one like you. Your lips… your eyes… everything looks so perfect.”
 
Simran felt a fresh rush of heat between her legs. She looked away shyly for a second, then Bhola reached down, cupped her face gently, and pulled her up into a tight, hungry kiss. Their mouths crashed together again, tongues sliding deep, tasting each other. His massive cock, still rock-hard and slick with her spit, lunged forward and slapped heavily against her chin and neck while they kissed.
 
Simran moaned into his mouth, then broke the kiss, gasping.
 
“Bhola… aise hi chalta raha toh main mar jaungi… tumhara lund itna bada aur sakht hai ki meri saans hi nahi le paa rahi.”
“Bhola… if it continues like this I will die… your cock is so big and hard that I can’t even breathe.”
 
She gave his chest a small, playful push so he stood straight again.
 
“Khade raho wahan… main kuch karti hoon.”
“Stand there… I’ll do something.”
 
Bhola stood obediently, his enormous cock pointing straight at her face like a thick, dark weapon. Simran sat back on the edge of the bed, legs spread, completely topless, her heavy tits still leaking milk down her belly. She leaned forward, opened her mouth wide, and took the fat head back inside with a loud, satisfied “Ummmmhhh…”

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Only about twenty percent of his monster cock fit in her mouth. Her lips were stretched to the limit, cheeks bulging as she sucked hungrily, tongue swirling around the leaking tip.
 
She pulled off for a second, gasping, still stroking the thick shaft with both hands.
 
“Bhola… ye itna bara lund kahan se laye ho tum? Yeh toh sach mein jaanwar hai… kitna mota, kitna lamba… iska sahi jagah ke baare mein soch kar bhi darr lag raha hai.”
“Bhola… where did you get this big cock from? This is really an animal… so thick, so long… even thinking about where it’s supposed to go is making me scared.”
 
Bhola groaned, hips twitching.
 
“Bhabhi… aap bas choosiye ise… choosiye zor se… ye aur tight ho raha hai… bahut mazaa aa raha hai.”
“Bhabhi… you just suck it… suck it hard… it’s getting even tighter… it feels so good.”
 
Simran tried to say something more but Bhola suddenly lunged forward, pushing the fat head back into her open mouth before she could finish her sentence. She moaned loudly around his cock — “Ummmmhhh!” — as he held her head gently but firmly, keeping his lund inside her warm, wet mouth.
 
The morning light poured over them, making the filthy scene even more obscene: Simran sitting on the bed in just her soaked red thong, mouth stuffed with Bhola’s massive cock, sucking and moaning like a hungry whore while he stood in front of her, eyes half-closed in pleasure, gently fucking her pretty mouth with slow, shallow thrusts.
 
And Bhola wasn’t planning to stop anytime soon.
 
Bhola couldn’t hold back anymore.
 
His hips started moving on their own, pushing forward slowly, feeding inch after thick inch of his massive, veiny lund deeper into Simran’s hot, wet mouth. The fat head stretched her lips obscenely wide, forcing her jaw open as far as it could go.
 
“Bhabhi… aap thore der rest lijiye,” he groaned, voice low and rough with need. “Main karta hun… aapke muh mein main daalta hun.”
“Bhabhi… you rest for a while,” he groaned, voice low and rough with need. “I’ll do it… I’ll put it in your mouth.”
 
Simran’s eyes flew wide open in shock and raw lust as the thick shaft slid further inside. She could only moan helplessly around the enormous cock filling her mouth.
 
“Ummmmmm… ummmmmmm…” The filthy, muffled sounds vibrated along his lund with every shallow thrust. Her tongue pressed flat against the underside, tasting the thick, salty precum that kept leaking heavily onto her tongue.
 
Bhola felt like he was losing his mind. This was probably the first time in his life he was actually feeling something so intense in his dick. The warm, wet suction of Simran’s mouth, the way her soft lips stretched tight around his girth, the way her tongue flicked and swirled — it was sending electric shocks straight through his heavy balls.
 
“Bhabhi… aap chusna bandh mat kijiye… choosiye… zor se choosiye mera lund…” he panted, eyes half-closed in pleasure.
“Bhabhi… don’t stop sucking… suck… suck my cock hard…” he panted, eyes half-closed in pleasure.
 
He started increasing his speed, fucking her pretty mouth with slow but firm thrusts. He never tried to push too deep — he was still careful — but the rhythm was steady and relentless. Simran became completely crazy with desire. Her pussy was gushing, soaking her red thong completely as she knelt there, taking his monster cock like a hungry slut.
 
Bhola reached down with both hands and grabbed her heavy, leaking tits, one in each palm. He squeezed them hard, fingers sinking deep into the soft, milky flesh while he face-fucked her. Milk sprayed out between his fingers with every squeeze, running down her chest and belly in warm white rivers.
 
Simran moaned louder around his cock. She slid one hand under his heavy balls, cupping the big, full orbs that felt like two warm, heavy gold balls in her palm. Her tongue started flickering wildly against the sensitive underside of his fat cockhead, licking and teasing the leaking tip.
 
That sent powerful currents through Bhola’s entire body.
 
He groaned deeply and held her head with both hands, fingers tangling in her hair. His thrusts became faster, more urgent, sliding his thick lund in and out of her stretched mouth again and again.
 
“Ummmmmm… ummmmmmm…” Simran kept moaning, eyes watering, spit and precum dripping down her chin onto her tits.
 
Suddenly Bhola sucked in a sharp breath. His massive cock swelled impossibly thicker inside her mouth — the veins bulging, the shaft growing even harder. He couldn’t push any deeper. With one hard, final jerk of his hips, he exploded.
 
“Aaahhhhh… Bhabhi…!” he groaned, eyes squeezed shut.
 
Thick, hot ropes of cum blasted straight into Simran’s mouth in powerful jets. Neither of them wanted to pull away. Simran voluntarily kept her lips locked tight around the head, swallowing eagerly, wanting every drop. Bhola kept pumping involuntarily, depositing load after heavy load of his thick, creamy cum deep into her throat.
 
Because the cock wasn’t buried all the way, a lot of it spilled out — thick white cum overflowing from the corners of her stretched lips, running down her chin in messy rivers, dripping onto her heaving tits and belly. It was so much more than she had ever taken from Ravi — huge, endless spurts that kept coming and coming.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Simran fought the powerful current of sperm flooding her mouth, swallowing as fast as she could, but still more kept spilling out. She refused to let go of his cock until the last violent jerk finally stopped and his heavy balls stopped twitching in her palm.
 
Only then did she slowly pull her mouth off with a wet, obscene pop. Thick strings of cum and spit connected her swollen lips to the still-throbbing head of his monster lund.
 
She sat there panting heavily, chest heaving, face and tits covered in his thick cum, breathing hard through her open mouth.
 
The room smelled of sex, milk, and fresh cum.
 
And Simran looked completely wrecked — in the most beautiful, filthy way possible.
 
Simran’s tongue flicked out greedily and licked the sensitive tip of Bhola’s still-throbbing monster cock, tasting the last thick bead of his cum mixed with her spit. The moment her warm tongue touched the swollen head, Bhola jerked back sharply, hips twitching.
 
“Aur nahi Bhabhi… aur nahi…” he gasped, voice hoarse and shaky. “Bahut sensitive ho gaya hai ab…”
“No more Bhabhi… no more…” he gasped, voice hoarse and shaky. “It has become very sensitive now…”
 
Simran looked up at him with hungry, cock-drunk eyes, lips shiny and swollen. She smacked her lips loudly, savouring the salty, creamy taste of his heavy load. Then she reached out, gently lifted the massive, softening cock in her small hand, and brought it back to her mouth.
 
It was still enormous even as it softened — thick and heavy like a fat, dark cucumber hanging between his strong thighs, the veiny shaft glistening with her spit and the last drops of cum. The fat head was still flushed dark purple, slowly losing its angry hardness but still impressive as hell.
 
She opened her mouth wide and took the sensitive head back inside with a wet, hungry suck.
 
Bhola let out a loud, surprised groan.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhabhi…!”
 
Simran sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling around the sensitive tip as if she couldn’t get enough. Milk was still leaking from her own tits, dripping down her chest while she nursed on his spent cock like a greedy little slut.
 
She finally pulled off with a soft pop, gave the fat head one last loving kiss, and let the heavy lund fall back down between his legs, swinging heavily.
 
“Aisa lagta hai mujhe bhi jab tum jor se kheenchte ho,” she whispered, voice thick and filthy. “Jab tum meri chuchiyan itna zor se chooste ho na… tab mujhe bhi aisa hi jhatka lagta hai. Ab samajh aaya tujhe?”
“It feels the same to me when you pull hard,” she whispered, voice thick and filthy. “When you suck my boobs so hard… I also get the same jolt. Now you understand?”
 
Bhola smiled shyly, breathing hard, his massive cock still twitching between his legs.
 
Simran looked at him with soft, lust-filled eyes.
 
“Bhola… thank you… mera share dene ke liye. Bahut mazaa aaya.”
“Bhola… thank you… for giving me my share. It felt really good.”
 
Bhola stepped closer, cupped her flushed face gently with both hands, and leaned down to kiss her deeply on the lips again — slow, tender, but still full of hunger. Their tongues met once more, tasting each other’s spit and the faint remains of his cum.
 
When he pulled back, he whispered against her lips:
 
“Aapko bhi thank you, Bhabhi… isko thanda karne ke liye. Aapne bahut achha kiya.”
“Thank you to you too, Bhabhi… for cooling it down. You did it very well.”
 
He turned to pick up his underwear from the chair.
 
Simran immediately stopped him.
 
“Bhola… bola na nahi pehenna.”
“Bhola… I told you not to wear it.”
 
Bhola paused, then smiled that innocent-yet-filthy smile of his.
 
“Ok Bhabhi… jaise aap kahen.”
“Ok Bhabhi… as you say.”
 
He left his underwear and pants on the chair and stood there completely naked from the waist down, his heavy, spent cock hanging thick and low between his legs like a satisfied python.
 
Simran watched him for a long second, biting her lip, before he finally turned and went downstairs.
 
She sat there for a moment, chest heaving, face and tits still sticky with his cum and her own milk, pussy throbbing like crazy. Then she stood up on shaky legs and walked to the bathroom.

[Rizzi1198]

Too hot nd erotic

[Sage_69]

Excellent update. Hope they fuck in the next update.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Excellent update. Hope they fuck in the next update.

But before that you will enjoy a lot. I am particularly looking at the votes. Not understanding how to steer the storyline.

[yuvamuthu]

But before that you will enjoy a lot. I am particularly looking at the votes. Not understanding how to steer the storyline.

Most votes are against Ravi knowing things, first let them fuck and then Ravi gets to know himself but he should not tell about his knowing to Simran. Let Ravi silently watch his wife's pleasure without her knowledge... Bring Arjun also into this..

[Givemeextra]

wow, what a set of updates. Very good scene descriptions. Many boundaries are crossed.

[Mukul@99]

Plot really works because of how well you've paced the story. Love the way you structured it with such a unique perspective. A story with heat and substance. Scenes hot and steamy, and the circumstances that lead to the scenes quite intricate. Highly entertaining & definitely immersive. Eagerly awaiting the next update.

[ajaxwyp]

That was superb.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Should Ravi stay hidden? Can Simran cross all lines so soon? Should Bhola find the ultimate use of his tool? What about Maan Singh? That fucker is planning to increase his harem. Whats this new project of Ravi? Will it keep him busy? So many fucking questions.

[ajaxwyp]

[artemis1757]

Nice updates ..welcome back

[Manyade]

What a come back... Excellent and long update. Keep it up! ???

[Sage_69]

But before that you will enjoy a lot. I am particularly looking at the votes. Not understanding how to steer the storyline.

Don't put too much importance in the vote. You are the writer. You know what is hot and that's why this story is fire. Don't choose our opinion over your intuition, it will most likely ruin the story.

[sunilserene]

Epic got ejaculated

[Superuduperu]

You nailed it bro, based on your writing skills this is just level 1 of their exploration. Both Simran and Bhola just opened up their feelings, they should be exploring all their carnal desires in a most nasty way. They are the new love rabbits exploring each other like honeymoon couple. Unknowingly Ravi should give them private time like vacation. Expecting Bhola to explore every inch of Simran. Only few things are not clear like detailing on her Simran removed her kameez and how Simran felt staying only on her red panty/thong before Bhola because earlier there was something to cover as a whole . Its is leading to be a great writing of all time once the saga continues with Bhola breeding kids to Simran

[ShadowRising321]

What an update man. This story is the best