Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[masud93]

very hot update. Simran has become slave of bhola cock now. cant wait to see her taking it inside and stretching and reaching the places never explored by her impotent husband.

Husband ko impotent math kaho,,,usko bhi energy hai,,,

[masud93]

Please take it as cheat story instead of cuckold. Your narration is super hot.

Haa bhai,,reading cuckold is now boring,,,,aur husband ki beizzati bhi mujhe pasand nahi,,,impotent,chota LuND aise kahna bhi bura lagta hai,,affairs mein dusro ki hi LUnD big lagta hai,,

[ritwik10]

It's already Saturday evening. How long will you make us wait?

[klipsd1234]

Hello brother, the Saturday is going to end and we are waiting high and dry.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Just sleep, it will be there in the morning when you wake up. Editing some final parts.

[klipsd1234]

Was waiting for the update ?

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

She turned on the shower, letting the warm water cascade over her body. The moment the spray hit her sensitive skin, she leaned back against the tiled wall, spread her legs, and slid two fingers straight into her soaked, aching pussy.
 
She started fingering herself slowly at first, then faster, replaying every filthy second in her mind like a private porn movie.
 
Bhola’s huge dick slapping against my face… the way it stretched my lips so wide… the thick, salty taste of his cum flooding my mouth… how much he shot… how it overflowed and ran down my chin onto my tits… the way he fucked my mouth while squeezing my leaking boobs… the way he looked at me while I sucked him… the way his heavy balls felt in my hand…
 
Her fingers moved faster, curling inside her dripping cunt, thumb rubbing her swollen clit in tight circles.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… tera lund… itna bada… itna mota…”
“Aaahhh… Bhola… your cock… so big… so thick…”, she moaned under the shower, voice echoing off the tiles.
 
She remembered the way his cock had jerked and swelled in her mouth right before he came, the way he had groaned her name, the way she had swallowed as much as she could while the rest spilled out like a creamy river.
 
Her legs started shaking.
 
She came again — a smaller but still intense orgasm that made her knees buckle and her pussy clench hard around her fingers.
 
She stayed under the shower for a long time, water running over her body, replaying those dirty scenes again and again, already wondering how soon she could get that monster back in her mouth… or maybe somewhere even deeper.
 
She stayed under the shower for a long time, water running over her body, replaying those dirty scenes again and again, already wondering how soon she could get that monster back in her mouth… or maybe somewhere even deeper.
 
The warm spray beat down on her skin, but it did nothing to cool the fire inside her. Simran slowly slid down the tiled wall until she was sitting naked on the shower floor, legs spread wide, water cascading over her heavy breasts, her soft belly, and between her thick thighs. Droplets ran in rivulets down her flushed skin, mixing with the thin trails of milk still leaking from her dark, swollen nipples. Her pussy was still throbbing, the puffy lips glistening under the water, her clit peeking out, hypersensitive and aching.
 
She stared at the tiled wall, breathing hard, and suddenly the trance broke.
Reality slammed into her like cold air.
What the fuck just happened?
Her hands trembled as she hugged her knees to her chest, water pouring over her back. The taste of Bhola’s thick cum was still heavy on her tongue — salty, creamy, slightly bitter, coating her throat like warm glue. She could still feel the way his massive cock had stretched her mouth so wide, the fat head bumping the back of her throat, making her gag and choke while she still sucked harder, desperate for more.
 
Is this real? Did I actually do that? I sucked my servant’s cock… I let him fuck my mouth… I swallowed every drop of his cum like a hungry whore… and I loved it.
 
Goosebumps exploded across her wet skin. The memory made her shiver violently. She could still see it so clearly — that enormous, dark, veiny monster, thicker than her wrist, the heavy balls swinging below it, the way it had pulsed and swelled in her mouth right before he exploded. The way his hot, thick ropes of cum had blasted against her tongue, flooding her mouth so fast she couldn’t swallow everything and it spilled out the corners of her lips, running down her chin onto her tits.
 
God… it was so fucking big. So heavy. So hard. I could barely get the head in my mouth and still I wanted more. I wanted to choke on it. I wanted him to hold my head and fuck my throat until I cried. I wanted to feel those big balls slapping against my chin while he emptied them down my throat.
 
Her pussy clenched hard at the thought. A fresh gush of slick mixed with the shower water and leaked out of her. She pressed her thighs together, trying to stop the ache, but it only made it worse.
 
Something changed inside me the moment I drank his cum. It’s like… like a switch flipped. Before today I was just letting him suck my tits because I needed relief. Now I’m craving his cock like a drug. I want it in my mouth again. I want to taste that thick, salty cum straight from the source. I want to feel it stretching my lips, filling my throat, making me gag while I still beg for more. I want to look up at him with my eyes watering and my mouth stuffed full and see how much he loves using his married Bhabhi’s face like a fucktoy.
 
She hugged her knees tighter, water streaming down her face, mixing with the tears of confusion and overwhelming lust in her eyes.
 
This is wrong. So fucking wrong. He’s my servant. I have a husband sleeping upstairs every night. And yet… I can’t stop thinking about that monster cock. How it felt in my hands. How it tasted. How much cum he shot — more than Ravi has ever given me in his life. I want it again. I want it deeper. I want it in my pussy next time. I want to feel it splitting me open, stretching my cunt until I scream.
 
Her hand unconsciously slid down between her legs. Two fingers slipped easily into her soaked pussy, curling inside as she replayed the moment his cock had jerked and swelled in her mouth, the way he had groaned while pumping load after heavy load down her throat.
 
She moaned softly under the running water, eyes closed, lost in the filthiest thoughts she had ever allowed herself.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Bhola’s lund… that big, dark, veiny beast… it belongs in my mouth now. In my throat. In my cunt. I want to worship it. I want to milk it dry every single day. I want to feel it pulsing against my tongue while he calls me his Bhabhi and fills my belly with his cum.
 
She stayed there for a long time — naked, dripping, fingers moving slowly inside herself — the water washing over her body while her mind drowned in dirty, obsessive thoughts about the servant’s monster cock.
 
Something had definitely changed.
 
And Simran wasn’t sure she wanted it to stop.
 
Simran stepped out of the bathroom completely naked, water dripping from every curve of her body like liquid diamonds under the morning sunlight streaming through the windows. She looked like a goddess sculpted for pure sin — a walking, breathing wet dream.
 
Her skin glowed, wet and flushed from the hot shower. Heavy, full breasts hung proudly on her chest, round and teardrop-shaped, the creamy flesh glistening with water droplets that rolled slowly down the soft undersides and hung from her dark, puffy nipples like tiny crystals. The wide rosewood areolas were textured and swollen, still leaking thin white trails of milk that mixed with the shower water and ran in shiny rivulets over her soft belly. Her waist was narrow and feminine, flaring out into wide, childbearing hips that swayed naturally with every step. Her ass was plump and perfect — two smooth, jiggling globes, water tracing the deep cleft between them. Between her thick, milky-white thighs, her pussy was on full display: outer lips plump and puffy, inner folds a deep, glistening pink, visibly swollen and slick even after the shower. A single drop of her fresh arousal hung from her clit like dew, threatening to fall.
 
She was dripping with sex — literally and figuratively. Every inch of her body screamed to be touched, sucked, fucked.
 
She didn’t bother with a towel. She simply walked to the wardrobe, water still running down her legs, and slipped on a tiny white panty that clung obscenely to her soaked pussy lips, the thin fabric turning slightly transparent where it touched her wetness. Then she pulled on a long, loose white T-shirt that barely reached mid-thigh. The neckline was dangerously low, showing deep, inviting cleavage and the soft inner curves of her heavy breasts. The sides were loose enough that her sideboobs spilled out visibly with every movement. Her hard, dark nipples poked prominently through the thin cotton, two stiff points begging for attention. The hem of the T-shirt rode high whenever she moved, flashing the white panty and the lower curve of her ass.
 
She had no idea how devastating this simple outfit would look to Bhola.
 
Bhola had already taken a quick bath downstairs and was now heading upstairs to tidy the room, still wearing only a loose T-shirt and nothing underneath, his heavy cock swinging softly between his legs.
 
Simran sat down on the edge of the bed, folded her right leg up so her knee was near her chest, and picked up a bottle of bright red nail polish. She started applying it carefully to her toenails, completely unaware of how scandalously she was exposing herself.
 
The long T-shirt rode up high on her raised right thigh, revealing the entire smooth, creamy under-thigh and the full front of her white panty. The thin fabric was stretched tight over her puffed pussy lips, clearly outlining the swollen mound and the deep cleft between them. Her left thigh was completely exposed right up to the waistband of the panty. Because her right knee was pressed against her chest, her right breast was squeezed upward and outward, the soft, heavy flesh spilling generously out of the loose neckline — the dark nipple just barely hidden by the edge of the fabric. Her left tit was stretching the T-shirt obscenely, the hard nipple poking through like it was trying to tear free. Her wet hair hung in messy, sexy waves over her shoulders, a few strands sticking to her flushed cheeks and neck.
 
The position was pure, unintentional filth.
 
Bhola walked into the bedroom and froze at the doorway. His eyes went straight to the obscene display between her legs — the white panty clinging to her puffy pussy, the wet mark already starting to darken the fabric right over her clit. He could see the outline of her swollen lips, the way the panty was slightly wedged between them.
 
“Bhabhi… aap phir nahayi?”
“Bhabhi… did you bathe again?”, he asked, voice a little hoarse.
 
Simran looked up from her nails and smiled innocently.
 
“Haan… thoda garam tha na subah se.”
“Yes… it was a bit hot since morning.”
 
Bhola swallowed hard, trying to keep his eyes respectful, but they kept drifting back to her exposed thighs and the clearly visible panty-covered pussy.
 
“Ok… main aapke kapde le jata hun,” he said, quickly picking up the used panty from the bathroom floor and the kameez from the bed. “Aap khatam kar lijiye… main wapas aata hun.”
“Okay… I’ll take your clothes,” he said, quickly picking up the used panty from the bathroom floor and the kameez from the bed. “You finish… I’ll come back.”
 
Simran didn’t even look up from her nails.
 
“Tu laga dena.”
“You put it on.”
 
Bhola paused, surprised.
 
“Main? Thik hai…”
“Me? Okay…”
 
He knelt down in front of her on the floor, right between her spread legs. The view from there was devastating — her panty-clad pussy only inches from his face, the wet spot growing darker and more obvious. He picked up the red nail polish and gently took her right foot in his hand, starting to apply the polish to her beautiful toes with slow, careful strokes.
 
Simran’s forbidden valley was openly on display, the thin white panty the only barrier between Bhola’s eyes and her dripping, puffy pussy. She had no idea how much she was showing. A small, fresh wet mark had appeared right over her clit, slowly spreading as her body continued to react to the morning’s filth.
 
Bhola’s breath was slightly uneven, but he kept his face calm and focused, painting her toenails while his eyes kept stealing glances at the obscene sight between her thighs.
 
The morning had turned dangerously, deliciously charged.
 
And neither of them was in any hurry to stop it.
 
Bhola knelt between Simran’s spread legs, carefully painting her toenails with the bright red polish. The delicious, musky aroma of her freshly showered pussy was filling the air around him — sweet, warm, and slightly tangy from her earlier orgasms. Even though she was wearing that tiny white panty, the thin fabric was already damp again, clinging to her puffy lips and outlining every swollen fold. The scent was driving him crazy. His heavy cock, which had only just softened, was already starting to thicken and twitch between his legs. He shifted uncomfortably on his knees, trying to hide it, but the delicious smell kept making his dick stir. Thanks God, Bhola was wearing a pant, although without underwear as instructed, else it would have risen up then and there to salute the valley of heaven.
 
Simran switched legs, lifting her left foot and playfully resting it on Bhola’s lap, right on top of his thickening bulge.
 
“Bas yahin rakh lu?”
“Shall I keep it here?”, she said with a naughty smile.
 
Bhola’s breath hitched as her soft sole pressed against his cock. Simran felt it twitch under her foot and giggled. She pushed down gently with her toes, feeling the thick shaft start to harden again.
 
“Isko bolna abhi mat jaage,” she teased, biting her lower lip. “Abhi toh maine ise thanda kiya tha… phir se khada ho raha hai?”
“Tell it not to wake up now,” she teased, biting her lower lip. “I just cooled it down… and it’s getting hard again?”
 
Bhola’s face turned red, but he smiled shyly.
 
“Bhabhi aap bhi na… aapke pair itne soft hain aur aapki khushboo… main kya karun?”
“Bhabhi, you are joking… your feet are so soft and your scent… what should I do?”

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

He finished painting the last toe, screwed the cap back on the nail polish, and stood up slowly. His cock was now half-hard again, making a clear bulge under his loose T-shirt.
 
He picked up a clean towel from the side table and stepped closer.
 
“Bhabhi, aapke baal abhi bhi geele hain… sukha du?”
“Bhabhi, your hair is still wet… shall I dry it?”
 
Simran nodded, still sitting on the edge of the bed. Bhola gently covered her head with the towel and started rubbing her wet hair in slow, circular motions, trying to dry it. The movement made his T-shirt ride up slightly, and Simran’s eyes dropped straight to his crotch.
 
Suddenly she noticed the unmistakable outline of his cock starting to rise again.
 
“Bhola… ye phir se?”
“Bhola… this again?”, she asked, voice low and teasing, but with a hint of mock surprise.
 
Bhola froze for a second, then looked down. His lund was now half-hard, pushing the front of his pants outward.
 
“Sorry Bhabhi… mujhe pata nahi chalta hai,” he said, sounding genuinely embarrassed. “Jab aap itni sundar lagti ho… aur aapki khushboo… toh ye khud ba khud…”
“Sorry Bhabhi… I don’t realize,” he said, sounding genuinely embarrassed. “When you look so beautiful… and your scent… then it just happens on its own…”
 
Simran looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief and lust.
 
“Agar phir se khada ho gaya toh mujhe phir se uska ras peena padega, Bhola… aur wo itna lamba time leta hai… mere muh mein dard ho jayega.”
“If it gets hard again, I’ll have to drink its juice again, Bhola… and it takes such a long time… my mouth will start hurting.”
 
Bhola’s cock twitched visibly at her filthy words.
 
Simran said, “Bhola, ye to aur khada ho raha hai. Rok ise, tujhe taras nehi aata  mujhpe?”
“Bhola, this is getting more erect. Stop it. Don’t you feel pity for me?”
 
“Sorry Bhabhi…main ek baat batau? Aap bura to nehi manoge?
“Sorry Bhabhi… can I tell you one thing? You won’t mind, right?”
 
“Nehi, bol”
“No, I wont, tell me”
 
“Nehi Bhabhi, aap bura maan jaoge…”
“No Bhabhi, you will feel bad…”
 
“Sach mein nehi manugi…ab bol bhi de…”
“I really won’t mind… now tell me…”
 
“Bhabhi…aap bahot sundar dikh rahi thi…”
“Bhabhi… you were looking very beautiful…”
 
“Are ismein bura mane wali kya baat hai?”
“Are, what is there to mind in this?”
 
“Nehi Bhabhi, aap samajh nehi rahi hai…
“No Bhabhi, you are not understanding…”
 
Simran looked up at him confused.
 
“Bhabhi…jab aap mujhe dekh tari thi tab…tab aap bahot sundar lag rahi thi..”
“Bhabhi… when you were looking at me… you were looking very beautiful..”
 
“Kab?”
“When?”
 
Bhola hesitated and said after a few seconds,
“Bhabhi…subah jab aapne mera lund muh mein liya tha, aap bahot sundar lag rahi thi.”
“Bhabhi… in the morning when you took my cock in your mouth, you were looking very beautiful.”
 
Simran, smiled and tried to act angry and said,
“Bhola…badmaash…”
 
Bhola said, “Bhabhi mujhe pata tha…app bura maan jaogi.”
Bhola said, “Bhabhi, I knew… you would mind.”
 
“Bhola, tera itna bara lund maine kaise muh mein liya tha pata hai?Aur tu bol raha hai ki main sundar lag rahi thi?
“Bhola, do you know how I took your such a big cock in my mouth? And you’re saying I was looking beautiful?”
 
“Isisliye to Bhabhi…jab mera lund muh mein leti ho na… bahut sundar lagti ho. Aapki lips itni soft hain… aur aapki aankhein upar dekh kar… sach mein bahut achcha lagta hai.”
“That’s why Bhabhi… when you take my cock in your mouth… you look very beautiful. Your lips are so soft… and when you look up with your eyes… it really feels very good.”
 
Simran shushed him playfully, covering her face with both hands for a second, but she was smiling.
 
“Shhh… aisa mat bol, Bhola… sharma aa rahi hai mujhe.”
“Shhh… don’t say that, Bhola… I’m feeling shy.”
 
But Bhola didn’t stop. He kept rubbing her hair slowly, his voice dropping lower.
 
“Bhabhi sach bol raha hoon… jab aapne mera lund muh mein liya tha na… aur dono haath se sehla rahi thi… tab aap itni sundar lag rahi thi ki main soch bhi nahi sakta tha. Aapki boobs bhi doodh se bhari hui thi… aur aapne itna pyar se choosa… mujhe bahut mazaa aaya.”
“Bhabhi, I’m telling the truth… when you took my cock in your mouth… and were stroking it with both hands… you looked so beautiful that I couldn’t even think. Your boobs were also full of milk… and you sucked with so much love… I enjoyed it a lot.”
 
Simran peeked through her fingers, her cheeks burning red, but her eyes were full of lust.
 
“Badmash… tu bhi na. Main tera lund muh mein le rahi thi aur tu mujhe compliments de raha hai? Kitna shameless hai tu aaj.”
“You naughty boy… you are too much. I was taking your cock in my mouth and you were giving me compliments? How shameless you are today.”
 
Bhola smiled, still gently drying her hair.
 
“Bhabhi aap bahot sundar ho. Lekin aap itni sundar ho main aaj pehli baar dekha hai.”
 
“Bhola, chup ho ja…”
 
“Bhabi aap sar se pair tak sundarta ki Tasveer ho…mujhe aapke lips chusne mein aur aapke chuchiyon ko daba daba ke doodh peene mein bahot achcha lagta hai.”
 
“Bhola…shaitaan..ye dekh tera ye ghore jaisa lund khara ho gaya hai”
 
“Sorry Bhabhi mujhe pata hi nehi chalta hai. Lekin sach boliye bhbahi aapko mera lund chusna achcha laga kya?”
 
“Bhola…chup..kaise baatein puch raha hai?”
 
 
“Aapko pasand nahi aaya na, Bhabhi? Lekin sach maaniye, jab aap mera lund choos rahi thi… tab mujhe bahut mazaa aa raha tha? Aapke muh se awaazein nikal rahi thi… ummmhh… ummmhh…to mujhe laga ki aapko bhi achcha laga hoga.”
“Didn’t you like it, Bhabhi? But believe me, when you were sucking my cock… I was enjoying it a lot. Sounds were coming from your mouth… ummmhh… ummmhh… so I thought you were also liking it.”
 
Simran bit her lip hard, her pussy throbbing again.
 
“Haan… maine kab bola mujhe achcha nehi laga… lekin tu itna bada lund leke aaya hai ki mera muh chhota pad gaya. Phir bhi maine try kiya… aur tera ras bhi pi liya.”
“Yes… when did I say I didn’t enjoy it… but you brought such a big cock that my mouth felt small. Still I tried… and even drank your juice.”
 
Bhola’s cock was now fully hard again, pushing the T-shirt up noticeably.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

“Bhabhi… aapne jo ras piya na… wo mera pehla tha. Aapne itna pyar se piya ki main soch bhi nahi sakta. Aapki jeebh jab tip pe ghum rahi thi na… bahut current ja raha tha mere lund mein.”
“Bhabhi… the juice you drank… that was my first time. You drank it with so much love that I can’t even think. When your tongue was circling the tip… there was so much current going in my cock.”
 
Simran laughed softly, her hands now resting on his thighs.
 
“Current? Toh abhi bhi current chal raha hai kya? Dekh tera lund phir se khada ho gaya hai… aur main abhi baal sukha rahi hoon.”
“Current? So is the current still running? Look, your cock has gotten hard again… and I’m still drying my hair.”
 
Bhola grinned wider, still gently rubbing the towel through Simran’s damp hair as he stood right in front of her.
 
“Bhabhi… ismein aap hi ki galti hai,”
“Bhabhi… in this, it’s your fault only,” he smiled, eyes locked on her chest.
 
“Meri galti?... meri galti hai?”
“My fault?... it’s my fault?”, Simran asked, pretending to be surprised while her hard nipples poked even more obviously through the thin loose T-shirt.
 
“Ji Bhabhi… aap itni sundar jo ho,”
“Yes Bhabhi… because you are so beautiful,” Bhola replied, his voice turning low and hungry.
 
“Achcha?” Simran smiled, glancing down at the massive throbbing bulge in his pants.
Bhola kept drying her hair for a moment longer, but his gaze never left her breasts. Suddenly he dropped the towel completely, reached down with both hands, and slowly lifted her loose white T-shirt all the way up to her neck, fully exposing her big, heavy, mango-shaped breasts that bounced freely in the air.
 
“Bhabhi… dekhiye na,”
“Bhabhi… look na,” he whispered shamelessly, staring at her naked tits with pure lust.
 
“Aapki chuchiyan itni badi, itni bhari aur doodh se full hain… bilkul hamare gaon wali Sheetal jaise. Wo bhi sabse zyada doodh deti hai, lekin aapki toh usse bhi zyada doodh nikal sakti hai. Main roz teen baar aapka pura ka pura doodh pi jaata hoon… subah, dopahar aur raat… ek boond bhi andar nahi chhodta.”
“Your boobs are so big, so heavy and full of milk… exactly like Sheetal from our village. She also gives the most milk, but yours can give even more than her. I drink all your milk three times a day… morning, afternoon and night… I don’t leave even a single drop inside.”
 
Simran’s eyes widened in shock and deep shame. Her cheeks burned bright red as she tried to pull her T-shirt back down, but Bhola held it firmly up.
“Bhola! Chup karo… kitni gandi baatein kar rahe ho! Sheetal se comparison? Main ek gaye se apni chuchiyon ka comparison? Sharam nahi aati tumhe?”
“Bhola! Shut up… what dirty things you are saying! Comparison with Sheetal? Comparing my boobs with a cow? Don’t you feel any shame?” she hissed, voice full of embarrassment, yet her nipples were now rock-hard and visibly throbbing.
 
Bhola didn’t stop. He leaned down and planted a slow, wet kiss directly on her left nipple, then on the right one, sucking each one lightly between the kisses like he was tasting fresh cream.
 
“Sharam kyun Bhabhi?” he murmured against her skin, lips brushing her sensitive nipples. “Sheetal se sirf doodh ki baat kar raha hoon… wo bhi roz itna doodh deti hai, lekin aapki chuchiyan toh usse bhi zyada doodh bhari hain. Main aapko roz massage karunga… dheere-dheere dabunga, gol-gol ghumaaunga, upar se neeche tak malunga taaki aapki chuchiyan hamesha firm, soft aur doodh se bhari-bhari bani rahein. Massage ke baad chusunga bhi… pyar se, zor-zor se… taaki saara doodh nikal jaaye aur aapko mazaa bhi aaye.”
“Why shame, Bhabhi?” he murmured against her skin, lips brushing her sensitive nipples. “I was only talking about milk with Sheetal… she also gives so much milk every day, but your boobs are filled with even more milk than hers. I will massage you every day… press slowly, circle them round and round, rub from top to bottom so that your boobs always stay firm, soft and full of milk. After the massage I will also suck… lovingly, hard… so that all the milk comes out and you also enjoy.”
 
Simran’s breathing became fast and shaky. She was deeply ashamed of being compared to a cow, yet the filthy words and his warm mouth on her nipples made her thighs press together. Suddenly she grabbed his face with both hands, pulled him up, and gave him a small, quick but hungry kiss right on his lips, tasting herself on him.
 
“Bas… ab chup ho jao Bhola… bahut sharam aa rahi hai mujhe,”
“Enough… now be quiet Bhola… I’m feeling very shy,” she whispered against his mouth, half-scolding, half-turned on.
 
“Haan Bhabhi… aapke saamne baith kar, aapki chuchiyan dekh kar… ye khud ba khud khada ho jata hai. Aap bahut khatarnak ho aaj.”
“Yes Bhabhi… sitting in front of you, seeing your boobs… it gets hard on its own. You are very dangerous today.”
 
Simran’s eyes sparkled as she looked up at him.
 
“Khatarnak? Main? Ye khatarnak hai”,
“Dangerous? Me? This is dangerous”, looking at his crotch
 
Simran suddenly looked away, her cheeks burning with fresh embarrassment as she stared at the massive throbbing bulge in Bhola’s pants. 
 
“Bas Bhola… aisi bolna band karo. Mujhe bahut sharam aa rahi hai… aur dekho, tumhara ye lund phir se jagne laga hai.” 
“Enough Bhola… stop talking like this. I’m feeling very shy… and look, your this cock has started waking up again.”
 
Bhola grinned shamelessly, his thick cock twitching visibly inside his pants. 
 
“Bhabhi… ye mere control mein nahi hai, jaise maine pehle bhi kaha tha.” 
“Bhabhi… this is not in my control, as I told you earlier.”
 
Simran let out a tired yet teasing sigh, her eyes still fixed on his enormous erection. 
 
“Haan haan, pata hai mujhe… lekin ye itna bada, itna mota hai… bilkul meri kalai jitna. Kya khilate ho tum isko? Kitna bhooka hai ye?” 
“Yes yes, I know… but it is so big, so thick… exactly the size of my wrist. What do you feed it? How hungry it is?”
 
Bhola smiled innocently, shrugging his shoulders. 
 
“Pata nahi Bhabhi…”
 
Simran bit her lip, still staring at the huge outline of his cock. 
 
“Aur ye itna saara juice nikaalta hai ki main itna nahi pi sakti… bahut zyada hota hai. Mera muh bhar jaata hai phir bhi bahar tapakne lagta hai.” 
“And it releases so much juice that I can’t drink all of it… it’s too much. My mouth gets full and still it starts dripping out.”
 
Bhola suddenly burst out laughing and said, “juice?” 
 
Simran patted his thigh playfully but firmly. 
 
“Kya has rahe ho? Batao na… tum ise kya kehte ho?” 
“Why are you laughing? Tell me na… what do you call it?”
 
Bhola leaned in closer, his voice low and filthy. 
 
“Isse maal kehte hain Bhabhi… lekin sach bataun? Jab aap mera lund muh mein leke chus rahi thi… aankhein band karke itne gehre muh chala rahi thi… tab aap bilkul swarg ki apsara lag rahi thi.” 
“We call it ‘maal’ Bhabhi… but shall I tell the truth? When you were taking my cock in your mouth and sucking it… eyes closed, taking it so deep… you looked exactly like an apsara from heaven.”
 
Simran’s face turned deep red with shame. She slapped his thigh hard. 
 
“Chup karo! Aisi baatein mat karo… ye bahut gandi baat hai. Main tumhari Bhabhi hoon!” 
“Shut up! Don’t talk like this… this is very dirty talk. I am your Bhabhi!”
 
Bhola didn’t flinch. He just smiled wider, eyes full of lust. 

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

“Haan Bhabhi, bilkul… aap meri Bhabhi ho. Lekin agar aapne khud ko dekha hota… mera lund muh mein lekar chuste hue, phir mera maal pi kar… aur jab wo maal aapke lips ke corners se leak kar raha tha… tab aap khud se hi pyaar kar baithti.” 
“Yes Bhabhi, exactly… you are my Bhabhi. But if you had seen yourself… taking my cock in your mouth and sucking it, then drinking my cum… and when that cum was leaking from the corners of your lips… you would have fallen in love with yourself.”
 
“Achcha main aisi lag rahi thi? Toh abhi phir se muh mein le lu? Ya abhi baal sukha lu pehle? Aur ye T shirt niche karlu main? Ya inhe dekhna aur chumna aur reh gaya hai? Pura din to tu inhe chusta rehta hai”
“Really I looked like that? So shall I take it in my mouth again now? Or should I dry my hair first? And should I pull this T-shirt down? Or do you still want to see and kiss them? You keep sucking them the whole day anyway.”
 
Bhola laughed softly, still drying her hair, but his hard cock was now fully tenting the pant right in front of her face.
 
“Aap jo chahe Bhabhi….”
 
He suddenly had one thought in his mind,
 
“Waise Bhabhi…ek baat bataiye. Ye maal peene se aapko koi pareshani to nehi hui? Kya ise peena thik hai?”
“By the way Bhabhi… tell me one thing. Did you face any problem by drinking this maal? Is it okay to drink it?”
 
Simran said after a few second, “Ye peene mein koi pareshani nehi…sahi bolu to ye bahot protein se bhara hota hai…isse koi nuksaan nehi. Par tujhe ye pata hai ki ise maal bolte hai, lekin ye nehi pata ki ise peeya bhi jata hai?”
“There is no problem in drinking it… to tell the truth it is full of protein… there is no harm in it. But you know that it is called maal, yet you didn’t know that it can also be drunk?”
 
“Bhabhi… main toh sirf itna jaanta tha ki maal kehte hain isko. Jab main Sheetal ko gaon mein saand se maa banwane le gaya tha, tab log bol rahe the ki jitna zyada maal bull chhorega, utna achcha bachchca paida hoga. Lekin Bhabhi, Sheetal ko toh kabhi maal peene ka mauka hi nahi mila.”
“Bhabhi… I only knew that it is called maal. When I took Sheetal to the village to get her pregnant by the bull, people were saying that the more maal the bull releases, the better the offspring will be born. But Bhabhi, Sheetal never got the chance to drink maal.”
 
Simran let out a shocked little laugh, her face burning red.
 
“Oh… toh tu ab mera saand ban gaya hai aur main Sheetal?”
“Oh… so now you have become my bull and I Sheetal?”
 
“Nahi nahi Bhabhi, main toh mazak kar raha tha. Agar aapko mera maal accha lagta hai aur healthy bhi hai, toh main aapke liye bahut saara maal banaunga… roz, jitna aap chaaho. Aap chinta mat karo, aap kabhi bhi ise chus sakti ho…haa thora time lagta zaroor hai, lekin  subah aap pura pee nehi payi. Lekin Dheere Dheere aapko aadat par jayegi Bhabhi. Jaise aap mujhe apna doodh pilati ho, waise hi main aapko apna maal pilata rahunga.”
“No no Bhabhi, I was just joking. If you like my maal and it is healthy too, then I will make lots of maal for you… every day, as much as you want. Don’t worry, you can suck it anytime… yes it does take some time, but in the morning you couldn’t drink it all. But slowly slowly you will get used to it Bhabhi. Just like you feed me your milk, I will keep feeding you my maal.”
 
“Bhola…ab bus kar. Tujhe aur zyada kuch bhi banaeki zarurat nehi. Jitna hai wohi nehi ho rha hai mujhse manage. Aur tu chahta ki main ye chusta rahu?”
“Bhola… now stop. You don’t need to make it any more. I’m already not able to manage what you are producing. And you want me to keep sucking it?”
 
Bhola said, “Bhabhi, aap tension mat lo, aapko dekho main kaise ise chuswata hun. Aapko pasand ayega.”
“Bhabhi, don’t take tension, look how I make it suck. You will like it.”
 
“Bhola… chup karo! Tu jaanta hai na kitna maal nikaalta hai tu? Itna zyada hota hai ki main pi nahi paati… bahut zyada hai. Aur ye tera ye rakshas jaisa lund… dekho phir se khada hone laga hai. Abhi main ise muh mein nahi le sakti… itna bada aur mota hai ki isko thanda karne mein bahut time lagta hai.”
“Bhola… shut up! You know how much maal you release, right? It’s so much that I can’t drink it… it’s too much. And this monster-like cock of yours… look, it’s getting hard again. I can’t take it in my mouth right now… it’s so big and thick that it takes a lot of time to cool it down.”
 
Simran’s eyes suddenly dropped lower and noticed Bhola was still wearing his pants. A naughty smile played on her lips as she looked up at him.
 
“Chinta mat karo Bhabhi… ise aise hi khada rehne do. Mujhe zyada sensation nahi hoti… jab subah aapne ise muh mein liya tha aur apni moti geeli hoton se ise chum rahi thi … tab mujhe kafi feel ho raha tha.”
“Don’t worry Bhabhi… let it stay hard like this. I don’t feel much sensation… when in the morning you took it in your mouth and were kissing it with your thick wet lips… then I was feeling quite a lot.”
 
Simran thought its impossible to make him stop with his filthy description of her sucking his huge cock. But all this talk was making her extremely horny.
 
Simran said, “Bhola… ab ye itna mota aur lamba ho gaya hai, tune pants kyun pehne hua hai? Isse dikkat nehi ho raha hai?”
“Bhola… now that it has become so thick and long, why have you worn pants? Isn’t it causing you any problem?”, she asked, her voice soft but teasing.
 
While he was still gently drying her damp hair with the towel, Simran didn’t wait for an answer. She reached forward with both hands, quickly unclasped his pants, pulled the zipper down, and let them drop straight to the floor in one smooth motion.
 
Bhola’s huge, heavy cock sprang free and dangled thickly between his strong thighs. Even though it wasn’t fully erect yet, it was already impressively thick and long — heavy like a fat cucumber, swinging lazily with a slight bounce, the smooth skin stretched tight over its impressive girth.
 
Simran stared openly at the thick, meaty shaft hanging right in front of her face, her cheeks flushing again.
 
Simran stared openly at the thick, meaty shaft hanging heavily between Bhola’s strong thighs, just inches from her face. Unable to resist, she reached forward with both hands and gently wrapped her fingers around the warm, soft length of his cock. The moment she touched it, she felt it was strangely alive — heavy and thick like a warm, sleeping python, pulsing faintly with his heartbeat against her palm. Even though it wasn’t fully hard yet, it twitched and thickened slightly in her grip, the smooth skin stretching as blood slowly rushed into it, making the thick veins stand out one by one. It felt so full, so warm and alive, almost like it had a mind of its own — gently throbbing and growing heavier in her hands with every passing second, the fat head swaying lazily as it responded to her touch. Simran’s breath hitched; she could literally feel the life pulsing inside it, as if the cock itself was breathing and waking up just for her.
 
She looked straight at Bhola with a naughty, teasing smile.
 
“Jo ladki tujhse shaadi karegi na Bhola… wo bahut lucky bhi hogi aur bahut unlucky bhi.”
“The girl who marries you, Bhola… she will be very lucky as well as very unlucky.”
 
Bhola’s eyes were glued to her swinging tits. His cock was already thickening again under the loose T-shirt, the heavy outline starting to push the fabric forward.
 
“Wo kyon, Bhabhi?”
“Why, Bhabhi?”, he asked, voice low and curious.
 
Simran laughed softly, still drying her hair, making her breasts bounce even more.
 
“Baad mein bataungi.”
“I’ll tell you later.”
 
Bhola stepped closer, his pants now piled up at his ankles and his T shirt half covering his monster of a dick.
 
“Nahi Bhabhi… abhi boliye na. Itna curious mat karo mujhe.”
“No Bhabhi… tell me now na. Don’t make me so curious.”
 
Simran gave him a playful wink, stood up, and tried to slip past him toward the stairs.
 
“Main nahi bol rahi abhi… tu wait kar.”
“I’m not telling now… you wait.”
 
She turned and started walking downstairs quickly, her ass cheeks peeking out from under the short hem of the T-shirt with every step.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Bhola’s eyes widened. He turned, stepped out of his pants and immediately ran after her.
 
“Bhabhi… rukiye!”
 
He caught her just as she reached the ground floor. From behind, he wrapped his strong arms around her waist, lifting her clean off the floor. His big hands grabbed just below her heavy breasts, squeezing the soft flesh as he hoisted her up. The long T-shirt rode all the way up to her waist in one motion, completely exposing her tiny white panty. The thin fabric was stretched tight over her plump pussy lips, the wet spot clearly visible, clinging to every swollen fold.
 
Simran gasped and kicked her legs lightly in the air.
 
“Bhola… chhoro mujhe!”
“Bhola… leave me!”
 
He turned her around in his arms so she was facing him, her feet still off the ground, her panty-clad pussy pressed against his now fully hard cock.
 
“Bhabhi boliye na… lucky aur unlucky kyon?”
“Bhabhi, tell me na… why lucky and unlucky?”
 
Simran struggled playfully in his grip, but every twist and squirm only rubbed her soft belly and panty-covered pussy harder against his massive, throbbing lund. The thick shaft was burning hot against her skin, leaking fresh precum that smeared across her lower belly.
 
“Pehle mujhe chhoro… phir bataungi!”
“First leave me… then I’ll tell!”, she laughed breathlessly, her voice turning husky.
 
Bhola grinned and lifted her even higher. He adjusted his grip so both his large hands cupped her plump ass cheeks completely, fingers sinking deep into the soft, warm flesh. He held her up like she weighed nothing, her legs dangling on either side of his hips, her panty now wedged between her ass cheeks from his strong grip.
 
“Ab batao Bhabhi… warna main aise hi uthaye rakhta hoon.”
“Now tell me Bhabhi… otherwise I’ll keep holding you like this.”
 
Simran’s cheeks were flushed red. She could feel his rock-hard monster cock pressing right against her soaked panty, the thick head nudging her swollen clit through the thin fabric.
 
“Okay… okay… batati hun,” she panted, still squirming in his hands, making her ass jiggle in his palms.
 
Bhola finally lowered her back to the floor with a satisfied smile.
 
The moment her feet touched the ground, Simran turned and bolted upstairs again, laughing.
 
Bhola chased right after her.
 
Halfway up the stairs he caught her again. In one swift motion he turned her around, bent down, and threw her over his right shoulder in a perfect fireman’s lift. Her upper body hung down his back while her lower body was high in the air. The T-shirt rode all the way up, completely exposing her heart-shaped ass and the tiny white panty that was now wedged deep between her cheeks. Her legs kicked wildly in the air, thighs flexing, ass jiggling with every movement.
 
“Bhola… neeche utaar mujhe… aaahhh!”
“Bhola… put me down… aaahhh!”, she squealed, laughing and struggling.
 
Bhola’s left hand came up and gripped her entire bare ass firmly — fingers spread wide, palm covering both cheeks, thumb dangerously close to the wet crotch of her panty. He started climbing the stairs steadily, carrying her like a prize.
 
“Bhabhi… ab main tabhi utaarunga jab aap mujhe bataogi,” he said, voice thick with lust as he squeezed her soft ass cheek possessively. “Warana aise hi kandhe pe leke ghumta rahunga pura din.”
“Bhabhi… I’ll put you down only when you tell me,” he said, voice thick with lust as he squeezed her soft ass cheek possessively. “Otherwise I’ll keep carrying you on my shoulder the whole day like this.”
 
Simran’s wet hair hung down, her heavy breasts pressed against his back, and her exposed ass bounced with every step he took up the stairs. The thin panty was soaked through, the wet spot now clearly visible from behind as her pussy lips pushed against the fabric.
 
She kept kicking her legs playfully, but every kick only made her ass jiggle more in his strong hand.
 
“Bhola… tu bahut badmash ho gaya hai aaj… mujhe aise pakad ke utha liya… aur tera lund bhi kitna sakht ho gaya hai… mujhe feel ho raha hai.”
“Bhola… you have become very naughty today… you picked me up like this… and your cock has also become so hard… I can feel it.”
 
Bhola just laughed softly and kept climbing, his grip on her plump ass never loosening, carrying his beautiful, half-naked Bhabhi straight back to the bedroom like she belonged to him.
 
The teasing had turned into something much hotter… and neither of them wanted it to stop.
 
Simran looked like the ripest, juiciest fruit ready for harvesting — soft, heavy, dripping with sweetness and begging to be plucked, squeezed and devoured.
 
Bhola had her thrown over his right shoulder in a scandalous fireman’s lift, her upper body hanging down his back while her plump, heart-shaped ass was completely exposed and high in the air. The long white T-shirt had ridden all the way up to her waist, bunched uselessly around her hips. Her tiny white panty was wedged deep between her soft ass cheeks, the thin lace stretched tight over her swollen pussy lips, the dark wet spot clearly visible and growing bigger. Her thick, milky-white thighs were spread slightly, legs kicking playfully in the air as she squirmed. Every kick made her ass jiggle deliciously in Bhola’s strong hand. His left palm was sunk deep into the soft flesh of both cheeks, fingers spread wide, gripping and kneading her plump ass like warm dough. The heat of her skin and the faint scent of her dripping pussy were driving him insane.
 
Bhola stood proudly in front of the full-length mirror, admiring the view with a shameless grin.
 
“Bhabhi… aap bahut sundar lag rahi ho,”
“Bhabhi… you are looking very beautiful,” he said softly, his voice thick with lust.
 
Simran struggled on his shoulder, throwing her legs wildly in the air, her ass bouncing with every movement.
 
“Bhola…tu phir se shuru ho gaya….choro mujhe…utaar na…”
“Bhola… you have started again…. leave me… put me down…”
 
“Bhabhi sach mein…aap bahot sundar dikh rahi ho…aisa maine aapko pehle nehi dekha….”
“Bhabhi, really… you are looking very beautiful… I have never seen you like this before….”
 
“Tujhe kaise pata? Main toh tere kandhe par latki hui hoon!”
“How do you know? I am hanging on your shoulder!”, she protested, half laughing, half embarrassed.
 
Bhola chuckled, his strong hand squeezing her plump cheek harder.
“Aapki yeh…”
“Your this…”
 
Simran paused, confused.
“Yeh kya?”
“What this?”
 
Bhola leaned closer to the mirror, his voice dropping to a low, filthy whisper.
“Aapki gaand…Bhabhi”
“Your Ass…Bhabhi”
 
Simran’s eyes widened.
“Kya?”
“What?”
 
“Gaand Bhabhi,” he repeated clearly, almost proudly.

[kaninikamini]

“Haan Bhabhi, bilkul… aap meri Bhabhi ho. Lekin agar aapne khud ko dekha hota… mera lund muh mein lekar chuste hue, phir mera maal pi kar… aur jab wo maal aapke lips ke corners se leak kar raha tha… tab aap khud se hi pyaar kar baithti.” 
“Yes Bhabhi, exactly… you are my Bhabhi. But if you had seen yourself… taking my cock in your mouth and sucking it, then drinking my cum… and when that cum was leaking from the corners of your lips… you would have fallen in love with yourself.”
 
“Achcha main aisi lag rahi thi? Toh abhi phir se muh mein le lu? Ya abhi baal sukha lu pehle? Aur ye T shirt niche karlu main? Ya inhe dekhna aur chumna aur reh gaya hai? Pura din to tu inhe chusta rehta hai”
“Really I looked like that? So shall I take it in my mouth again now? Or should I dry my hair first? And should I pull this T-shirt down? Or do you still want to see and kiss them? You keep sucking them the whole day anyway.”
 
Bhola laughed softly, still drying her hair, but his hard cock was now fully tenting the pant right in front of her face.
 
“Aap jo chahe Bhabhi….”
 
He suddenly had one thought in his mind,
 
“Waise Bhabhi…ek baat bataiye. Ye maal peene se aapko koi pareshani to nehi hui? Kya ise peena thik hai?”
“By the way Bhabhi… tell me one thing. Did you face any problem by drinking this maal? Is it okay to drink it?”
 
Simran said after a few second, “Ye peene mein koi pareshani nehi…sahi bolu to ye bahot protein se bhara hota hai…isse koi nuksaan nehi. Par tujhe ye pata hai ki ise maal bolte hai, lekin ye nehi pata ki ise peeya bhi jata hai?”
“There is no problem in drinking it… to tell the truth it is full of protein… there is no harm in it. But you know that it is called maal, yet you didn’t know that it can also be drunk?”
 
“Bhabhi… main toh sirf itna jaanta tha ki maal kehte hain isko. Jab main Sheetal ko gaon mein saand se maa banwane le gaya tha, tab log bol rahe the ki jitna zyada maal bull chhorega, utna achcha bachchca paida hoga. Lekin Bhabhi, Sheetal ko toh kabhi maal peene ka mauka hi nahi mila.”
“Bhabhi… I only knew that it is called maal. When I took Sheetal to the village to get her pregnant by the bull, people were saying that the more maal the bull releases, the better the offspring will be born. But Bhabhi, Sheetal never got the chance to drink maal.”
 
Simran let out a shocked little laugh, her face burning red.
 
“Oh… toh tu ab mera saand ban gaya hai aur main Sheetal?”
“Oh… so now you have become my bull and I Sheetal?”
 
“Nahi nahi Bhabhi, main toh mazak kar raha tha. Agar aapko mera maal accha lagta hai aur healthy bhi hai, toh main aapke liye bahut saara maal banaunga… roz, jitna aap chaaho. Aap chinta mat karo, aap kabhi bhi ise chus sakti ho…haa thora time lagta zaroor hai, lekin  subah aap pura pee nehi payi. Lekin Dheere Dheere aapko aadat par jayegi Bhabhi. Jaise aap mujhe apna doodh pilati ho, waise hi main aapko apna maal pilata rahunga.”
“No no Bhabhi, I was just joking. If you like my maal and it is healthy too, then I will make lots of maal for you… every day, as much as you want. Don’t worry, you can suck it anytime… yes it does take some time, but in the morning you couldn’t drink it all. But slowly slowly you will get used to it Bhabhi. Just like you feed me your milk, I will keep feeding you my maal.”
 
“Bhola…ab bus kar. Tujhe aur zyada kuch bhi banaeki zarurat nehi. Jitna hai wohi nehi ho rha hai mujhse manage. Aur tu chahta ki main ye chusta rahu?”
“Bhola… now stop. You don’t need to make it any more. I’m already not able to manage what you are producing. And you want me to keep sucking it?”
 
Bhola said, “Bhabhi, aap tension mat lo, aapko dekho main kaise ise chuswata hun. Aapko pasand ayega.”
“Bhabhi, don’t take tension, look how I make it suck. You will like it.”
 
“Bhola… chup karo! Tu jaanta hai na kitna maal nikaalta hai tu? Itna zyada hota hai ki main pi nahi paati… bahut zyada hai. Aur ye tera ye rakshas jaisa lund… dekho phir se khada hone laga hai. Abhi main ise muh mein nahi le sakti… itna bada aur mota hai ki isko thanda karne mein bahut time lagta hai.”
“Bhola… shut up! You know how much maal you release, right? It’s so much that I can’t drink it… it’s too much. And this monster-like cock of yours… look, it’s getting hard again. I can’t take it in my mouth right now… it’s so big and thick that it takes a lot of time to cool it down.”
 
Simran’s eyes suddenly dropped lower and noticed Bhola was still wearing his pants. A naughty smile played on her lips as she looked up at him.
 
“Chinta mat karo Bhabhi… ise aise hi khada rehne do. Mujhe zyada sensation nahi hoti… jab subah aapne ise muh mein liya tha aur apni moti geeli hoton se ise chum rahi thi … tab mujhe kafi feel ho raha tha.”
“Don’t worry Bhabhi… let it stay hard like this. I don’t feel much sensation… when in the morning you took it in your mouth and were kissing it with your thick wet lips… then I was feeling quite a lot.”
 
Simran thought its impossible to make him stop with his filthy description of her sucking his huge cock. But all this talk was making her extremely horny.
 
Simran said, “Bhola… ab ye itna mota aur lamba ho gaya hai, tune pants kyun pehne hua hai? Isse dikkat nehi ho raha hai?”
“Bhola… now that it has become so thick and long, why have you worn pants? Isn’t it causing you any problem?”, she asked, her voice soft but teasing.
 
While he was still gently drying her damp hair with the towel, Simran didn’t wait for an answer. She reached forward with both hands, quickly unclasped his pants, pulled the zipper down, and let them drop straight to the floor in one smooth motion.
 
Bhola’s huge, heavy cock sprang free and dangled thickly between his strong thighs. Even though it wasn’t fully erect yet, it was already impressively thick and long — heavy like a fat cucumber, swinging lazily with a slight bounce, the smooth skin stretched tight over its impressive girth.
 
Simran stared openly at the thick, meaty shaft hanging right in front of her face, her cheeks flushing again.
 
Simran stared openly at the thick, meaty shaft hanging heavily between Bhola’s strong thighs, just inches from her face. Unable to resist, she reached forward with both hands and gently wrapped her fingers around the warm, soft length of his cock. The moment she touched it, she felt it was strangely alive — heavy and thick like a warm, sleeping python, pulsing faintly with his heartbeat against her palm. Even though it wasn’t fully hard yet, it twitched and thickened slightly in her grip, the smooth skin stretching as blood slowly rushed into it, making the thick veins stand out one by one. It felt so full, so warm and alive, almost like it had a mind of its own — gently throbbing and growing heavier in her hands with every passing second, the fat head swaying lazily as it responded to her touch. Simran’s breath hitched; she could literally feel the life pulsing inside it, as if the cock itself was breathing and waking up just for her.
 
She looked straight at Bhola with a naughty, teasing smile.
 
“Jo ladki tujhse shaadi karegi na Bhola… wo bahut lucky bhi hogi aur bahut unlucky bhi.”
“The girl who marries you, Bhola… she will be very lucky as well as very unlucky.”
 
Bhola’s eyes were glued to her swinging tits. His cock was already thickening again under the loose T-shirt, the heavy outline starting to push the fabric forward.
 
“Wo kyon, Bhabhi?”
“Why, Bhabhi?”, he asked, voice low and curious.
 
Simran laughed softly, still drying her hair, making her breasts bounce even more.
 
“Baad mein bataungi.”
“I’ll tell you later.”
 
Bhola stepped closer, his pants now piled up at his ankles and his T shirt half covering his monster of a dick.
 
“Nahi Bhabhi… abhi boliye na. Itna curious mat karo mujhe.”
“No Bhabhi… tell me now na. Don’t make me so curious.”
 
Simran gave him a playful wink, stood up, and tried to slip past him toward the stairs.
 
“Main nahi bol rahi abhi… tu wait kar.”
“I’m not telling now… you wait.”
 
She turned and started walking downstairs quickly, her ass cheeks peeking out from under the short hem of the T-shirt with every step.

Bhola has to mount her like a bull and knock her up in front of her hubby

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Simran gasped in shock.
 
“Bhola! Aisi gandi baatein mat karo… bahut besharam ho gaya hai tu! Mujhe neeche utaar do abhi!”
“Bhola! Don’t talk such dirty things… you have become very shameless! Put me down right now!”
 
Bhola ignored her completely and kept staring at her reflection, his palm still kneading her soft flesh.
 
“Bhabhi… aapki ye heart-shaped gaand itni perfect hai… bilkul gol-gol, moti aur soft jaise makhan. Dono cheeks itne juicy hain ki jab aap tangen hila rahi ho toh ek dusre se takra rahi hain aur zor-zor se hil rahi hain. Aur ye chhoti si white panty… bas thodi si dikh rahi hai, baaki sab toh andar fas gayi hai.”
“Bhabhi… this heart-shaped ass of yours is so perfect… completely round, thick and soft like butter. Both cheeks are so juicy that when you are moving your legs they are colliding with each other and jiggling hard. And this small white panty… only a little bit is visible, the rest is stuck inside.”
 
Simran panicked and immediately reached back with both hands, desperately trying to cover her fully exposed ass. She frantically pulled at the bunched-up T-shirt, trying to yank it down over her plump cheeks while still hanging upside down on his shoulder.
 
“Bhola! Bas karo… mujhe neeche utaar do! Bahut sharam aa rahi hai… please chhod do mujhe!”
“Bhola! Stop it… put me down! I’m feeling very shy… please leave me!”, she begged, squirming even harder, her fingers tugging uselessly at the T-shirt that refused to cover her completely exposed, jiggling ass.
 
Bhola squeezed her ass harder, his fingers sinking deeper into the soft, jiggly flesh.
 
“Bhabhi… ab main tabhi utaarunga jab aap mujhe bataogi,” he growled, walking in the room with her ass bouncing in his hand. “Warana aise hi shoulder pe leke ghumta rahunga pura din.”
“Bhabhi… I’ll put you down only when you tell me,” he growled, walking in the room with her ass bouncing in his hand. “Otherwise I’ll keep carrying you on my shoulder the whole day like this.”
 
Simran squealed and kicked her legs, her ass jiggling wildly in his strong grip.
 
Simran struggled harder, her ass bouncing in his grip, the panty wedged even deeper between her cheeks, rubbing against her swollen clit.
 
“Okay… okay… main batati hun! Aise nehi… neeche utaar pehle!”
“Okay… okay… I’ll tell you! Not like this… put me down first!”
 
Bhola grinned and slowly lowered her, but his hands stayed glued to her ass the whole way down. As her feet touched the floor, his fingers were still buried deep in her soft ass cheeks, almost lifting her up again by her ass alone. The sensation of her warm, pillowy flesh overflowing his palms made his massive cock throb hard against her knees.
 
Finally he let her go. Simran quickly pulled down her T-shirt to cover her crotch, cheeks flushed red, breathing fast.
 
“Bhola tum bahut shaitaan ho aaj… aur dekho ise,” she said, pointing straight at the huge bulge tenting his T-shirt. “Ye phir se taiyaar ho gaya hai… kitna mota aur sakht hai.”
“Bhola, you are very naughty today… and look at this,” she said, pointing straight at the huge bulge tenting his T-shirt. “It has become ready again… how thick and hard it is.”
 
She reached out and flicked the thick head lightly from below. The heavy cock swung like a thick spring, bobbing heavily before settling back, even harder than before.
 
Bhola groaned softly.
 
She looked at his massive, rock-hard cock tenting his T-shirt and reached out, wrapping her small hand around the thick shaft through the fabric.
 
“Sun le… koi bhi ladki jo tumse shaadi karegi… wo lucky hogi kyunki ye lund usko roz raat ko itna mazaa dega ki wo pagal ho jayegi… aur unlucky hogi kyunki ye itna bada aur mota hai ki pehli baar mein hi uski pussy phat jayegi.”
“Listen… any girl who marries you… she will be lucky because this cock will give her so much pleasure every night that she will go crazy… and she will be unlucky because it is so big and thick that in the very first time her pussy will tear.”
 
She flicked the fat head again, making the heavy cock swing.
 
“Pussy? Bhabhi?”
 
She pointed out to her panty and gestured.
 
He still looked confused. Then said ohh “Choot?”.
 
Simran made a face and said, “Haan choot phat jayegi.”
“Yes, her pussy will tear.”
 
“Samajh aaya? Ye mera haath se bhi bara hai… aur mota bhi. Ghore jaisa lund hai tera… insaan ki “choot” ke liye toh yeh bahut badi baat hai.”
“Understood? This is bigger than my hand too… and thicker as well. Your cock is like a horse’s… for a human “pussy” this is a very big thing.”
 
Bhola’s eyes widened, but his cock twitched hard in her hand.
 
“Bhabhi… toh phir? Isse kya problem hai?”
“Bhabhi… then? What’s the problem with that?”
 
Simran looked up at him, voice dropping to a filthy whisper as she slowly unzipped his pants and slid her hand inside like a magician pulling out a hidden treasure.
 
She wrapped her fingers around the thick, burning shaft and pulled his monster cock out into the open air.
 
The huge, dark lund sprang free, heavy and throbbing, the fat purple head already leaking fresh precum.
 
She leaned forward and planted a soft, wet kiss right on the sensitive tip, her tongue flicking out to taste the thick drop of precum.
 
“Don’t worry Bhola… main dhyaan rakhti hun iska,” she whispered, licking her lips. “Abhi pant pehen lo… dopahar ko dekhti hun main isko… tab tak control mein rakhna.”
“Don’t worry Bhola… I’ll take care of it,” she whispered, licking her lips. “Wear your pants now… I’ll look at it in the afternoon… keep it under control till then.”
 
Bhola groaned at the kiss, his cock jerking in her hand.
 
She gave the fat head one last slow lick, slurping the fresh precum like it was honey, then tucked the massive lund back inside his pants with a naughty smile.
 
Bhola bent down, cupped her face gently and kissed her deeply on the lips again, tongues sliding together for a long, filthy second.
 
When he pulled back, he whispered against her mouth:
 
“Thank you Bhabhi… sab kuch ke liye.”
“Thank you Bhabhi… for everything.”
 
Simran smiled, still tasting him on her lips, her pussy throbbing with fresh heat.
 
The morning had turned dangerously filthy… and Simran somehow escaped a sure fuck.
 
Simran stayed in her bedroom while Bhola went downstairs. His dick was definitely hard but the constant friction with Simran did release a bit of precum and with Bhola’s percentage, that little bit was actually quite a bit to leave a big mark on his pants.
 
Simran just fell back on the bed with one leg folded on bed. She was not able to think. Her pussy was wet and unless you are blind you could easily see her nipples poking like tents from her T shirt and her panty had half of it wet. She knew things were not what she expected to be, but she was excited like any normal person would have been in her place. Bhola’s dick was massive. Its presence was mesmerising. And reproductive organs release scent and that scent can intoxicate a person beyond limit. Bhola’s dick was a monster. It was not even in Bhola’s control and had a mind of its own. It wanted to explore the forbidden, but it was probably not the time and hence it allowed Simran to wait some more. Simran was a queen of her own. Her pussy is not less a rare rose flower, a pink one that had furls in ways which could hypnotise a man easily. Her boobs and her navel were two more lethal weapons, which Bhola was yet to be attacked by. Just because Bhola has been suckling her does not mean Simran has laid her web of traps. She will.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Simran came downstairs after almost an hour, now wearing the loose white T-shirt and a booty shorts which accentuated her curves especially her ass. The moment she stepped into the kitchen, her eyes were drawn straight to Bhola. He was busy cleaning the last of the dishes, back turned to her, but the thin fabric of his pants did nothing to hide what was happening between his legs.
 
His massive cock was still half-hard, hanging heavy and thick inside the pants, swinging visibly with every small movement he made. The outline was unmistakable — long, fat, and heavy, the fat head nudging against the material as it swayed from side to side. Every time he reached for something, the thick shaft would swing forward and slap softly against his thigh, making the front of his pants shift obscenely.
 
Simran felt a strange mix of emotions hit her all at once. She felt bad that he was working in the kitchen while carrying such a heavy, aching burden between his legs. At the same time, the sight made her pussy clench with fresh heat. She smiled to herself at the dirty little thought — hard time — and the smile turned into a soft, naughty grin.
 
Bhola turned around and caught her smiling.
 
“Kya hua Bhabhi?” he asked, wiping his hands on a towel, completely unaware that his half-hard monster was still swinging heavily in his pants.
 
Simran stepped closer, her voice low and teasing.
 
“Bhola… main phir se yaad dila rahi hoon. Jab ghar mein sirf hum dono ho, tab underwear mat pehna karo. Agar Ravi ghar pe ho toh kam se kam lambi T-shirt pehen lena. Mujhe nahi chahiye ki woh dekhe… aur mujhe yeh bhi nahi chahiye ki tum takleef mein raho. Please apne rakshas ko control mein rakhna.”
“Bhola… I’m reminding you again. When only the two of us are at home, don’t wear underwear. If Ravi is at home, at least wear a long T-shirt. I don’t want him to see… and I also don’t want you to be in trouble. Please keep your monster under control.”
 
Saying that, she came even closer, reached out, and lightly grabbed the thick, half-hard shaft over his pants. Her small hand gave it a slow, deliberate rub from base to head. The heavy cock twitched hard in her palm, flicking upward instantly, becoming even thicker.
 
Bhola sucked in a sharp breath.
 
“Ok Bhabhi…” he murmured, voice a little hoarse.
 
Simran let go quickly, her fingers still tingling from the heat and weight of it.
 
“Bhola, maine dekha hai kitni takleef hoti hogi tumhe. Jab tum apne room mein ho toh pants mat pehna karo. Sochna mat, comfortable raho. Aur sote waqt bhi pant mat pehno.… koi baat nahi.”
“Bhola, I have seen how much trouble it must be causing you. When you are in your room, don’t wear pants. Don’t think too much, stay comfortable. And even while sleeping, don’t wear pants… it’s okay.”
 
Simran felt why did she say all that?
 
Bhola looked at her, surprised but obedient.
 
“Ji Bhabhi…”
 
Simran’s eyes dropped again to the now clearly visible bulge.
 
“Bhola… ye itna sakht kyun ho jata hai har baar?”
“Bhola… why does it become so hard every time?”
 
Bhola opened his mouth to explain, a little shy.
 
“Bhabhi… jab aap aise nazdeek aati ho… aur aapki khushboo…”
“Bhabhi… when you come so close… and your scent…”
 
Simran quickly cut him off with a playful wave of her hand, cheeks burning.
 
“Haan haan… main jaanti hoon tumhara jawab. Ab chhoro… chalo khana kha lete hain.”
“Yes yes… I know your answer. Now leave it… come, let’s eat food.”
 
She turned toward the dining table, but not before giving the front of his pants one last teasing glance. The thick outline of his cock was now even more prominent, pushing hard against the fabric, the head clearly visible as a fat bulge.
 
Bhola followed her to the table, his heavy lund swinging with every step.
 
They had a quiet lunch together at the dining table. Bhola had cooked simple but delicious food — dal, roti, sabzi, and raita. Simran ate slowly, her mind still replaying the morning, while Bhola served her with quiet devotion, wearing only a loose pair of pants with nothing underneath, exactly as she had instructed when they were alone in the house.
 
After lunch, Simran moved to the living room and sank into the soft sofa with a tired but satisfied sigh. She picked up the remote and started flipping through channels, trying to find something mindless to watch.
 
Bhola finished cleaning the dishes in the kitchen and came out into the living room. The thin fabric of his pants did little to hide the heavy outline of his thick cock, which swung softly with every step.
 
He walked straight up to her on the sofa. Without a word, he leaned down, slipped both hands under her loose T-shirt, and casually lifted her heavy breasts from below, as if checking the weight of two ripe mangoes.
 
Simran froze.
 
Bhola gently squeezed and lifted them, feeling their fullness, his thumbs brushing just under the dark areolas. A small bead of milk appeared at her left nipple and rolled down.
 
“Bhabhi, abhi toh doodh nahi bhara hai,” he said, still holding her tits in his palms. “Abhi thode hi full hain. Thoda time do… main baad mein try karunga.”
“Bhabhi, the milk is not filled yet,” he said, still holding her tits in his palms. “They are only a little full right now. Give it some time… I’ll try later.”
 
Simran felt a strange mix of emotions crash over her all at once.
 
Awkwardness — her servant was casually lifting and checking her breasts like it was the most normal thing in the world.
 
Erotic thrill — the way his warm, rough hands felt on her sensitive, milk-heavy tits sent a fresh spark straight to her pussy.
 
And a deep, humiliating sense of foolishness — like she was nothing more than a dairy cow being inspected for milk production.
 
She sat there speechless, mouth slightly open, staring at him. No words came out. Her cheeks burned red, but she didn’t push his hands away.
 
Bhola gave her breasts one last gentle squeeze, as if confirming his assessment, then let them drop back down under her T-shirt. They jiggled heavily as they settled.
 
“Theek hai Bhabhi,” he said calmly. “Main apne room mein ja raha hoon. Jab aapko zarurat pade toh bula lena.”
“Okay Bhabhi,” he said calmly. “I’m going to my room. Call me when you need me.”
 
He turned and walked away toward his room at the back, his thick cock swinging visibly inside his pants with every step.
 
Simran remained on the sofa, stunned, her heart racing. She pulled her T-shirt down properly, trying to compose herself, but her nipples were now rock-hard and clearly poking through the fabric. She could feel fresh wetness between her legs again.
 
She spent the next hour or so watching TV, flipping between channels, but her mind kept drifting back to the morning — Bhola’s massive cock in her mouth, the taste of his thick cum, the way he had carried her up the stairs with his hand buried in her ass.
Eventually, tiredness crept in. She switched off the TV, went upstairs, and changed into something more comfortable for sleep: just a loose, oversized white T-shirt and a simple white panty underneath her booty shorts.
 
She crawled into bed, pulled the sheet over herself, and within minutes fell into a deep, dreamless sleep — the kind of peaceful, exhausted sleep that comes after intense emotional and physical release.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Her body finally got some rest, even as her mind and pussy continued to simmer with new, dangerous desires.
 
It was around 5 PM when Simran suddenly woke up to the soft sound of footsteps. Bhola was standing beside the bed, holding a cup of steaming tea in his hands. She was still lying on her side, wearing only the loose white T-shirt and tiny booty shorts that had ridden up high during sleep. The shorts had bunched up completely, exposing the lower half of her plump, heart-shaped ass cheeks. The white fabric of the panty underneath was visible, slightly wedged between her soft mounds.
 
Bhola had assumed she would be awake and had brought the tea without knocking.
Simran blinked sleepily, sat up, and smiled at him.
 
“Thank you, Bhola,” she said softly, taking the cup from his hands.
 
He nodded quietly and left the room without saying much.
 
Simran got up, washed her face, freshened up, and took the tea to the balcony. The weather had turned cloudy and heavy. Dark clouds were gathering, and it looked like it might rain heavily tonight. The cool breeze felt nice on her skin as she sipped the tea, her mind still hazy from the deep afternoon sleep.
 
After finishing her tea, she went downstairs. Bhola had just finished his own chores and was sitting in the kitchen, drinking his tea. His pants were on, but nothing underneath, exactly as she had told him. Even though his cock was now flaccid, it was still a thick, heavy log hanging inside the thin fabric, the outline clearly visible whenever he moved.
 
Simran had totally forgotten about his erection for a moment. She walked into the kitchen and spoke casually.
 
“Bhola, aaj shaam ke liye kya banaye? Main paneer banana chahti hoon.”
“Bhola, what should I make for this evening? I want to make paneer.”
 
Bhola finished his tea and stood up.
 
“Bhabhi, maine already kuch cheezein taiyar kar li hain. Baaki aap batao — aap khud cook karna chahti ho ya main karun?”
“Bhabhi, I have already prepared some things. Rest you tell — do you want to cook yourself or should I do it?”
 
Simran smiled. “Main help karungi. Saath mein karte hain.”
Simran smiled. “I’ll help. Let’s do it together.”
 
They started working together in the kitchen. Simran was busy chopping vegetables and stirring something on the stove when Bhola suddenly came up behind her.
 
Without warning, his big hands slid under her loose T-shirt from behind and grabbed both her heavy breasts. He lifted them up firmly, squeezing the soft, full flesh as he leaned in close to her ear.
 
“Bhabhi… aap apna kaam karte raho… lekin aapki chuchiyan phir se doodh se bhari hui hain. Agar aap ijazat do toh main abhi choos lun… aap cook karte hue hi.”
“Bhabhi… you keep doing your work… but your boobs are full of milk again. If you allow, I’ll suck them right now… while you are cooking.”
 
Before Simran could even reply, Bhola had already lifted her T-shirt up from behind. His head ducked under the fabric and his hot mouth found her left tit. He latched on like a starving man and started sucking hard and deep.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola…!” Simran moaned loudly, her body jerking forward against the counter. Milk immediately jetted into his mouth in thick streams. He sucked like his life depended on it — loud, greedy, wet slurping sounds filling the kitchen as he drank from her leaking breast.
 
“Bhola… wait… aaahhh… dheere… zor se mat chooso…”
“Bhola… wait… aaahhh… slowly… don’t suck so hard…”
 
But Bhola was too far gone. He switched to the right tit, sucking even harder, squeezing both heavy breasts roughly with his hands while milk sprayed and leaked everywhere.
 
Simran’s knees felt weak. She placed both hands on the counter to steady herself, moaning helplessly.
 
“Bhola… bus kar… aaahhh fuck… itna zor se mat kheech… meri chuchiyan phat jayengi…”
“Bhola… stop… aaahhh fuck… don’t pull so hard… my boobs will tear…”
 
She tried to scold him but her voice came out as a broken moan.
 
“Bhola… T-shirt utaar do… is tarah mushkil ho raha hai.”
“Bhola… take off my T-shirt… it’s getting difficult like this.”
 
Bhola didn’t waste a single second. He pulled his mouth off her tit with a wet pop, grabbed the hem of her T-shirt, and yanked it up and over her head in one smooth motion. Her heavy, swaying breasts bounced free completely — full, round, red-marked from his sucking, nipples dark and leaking.
 
Now she stood in the kitchen wearing only her tiny booty shorts, completely topless, tits out and jiggling as Bhola immediately latched back onto her right breast and started sucking again like a maniac.
 
“Mmmph… choos le… pi le mera doodh… aaahhh Bhola… tu aaj bilkul jaanwar ban gaya hai…”
“Mmmph… suck… drink my milk… aaahhh Bhola… you have become a complete animal today…”
 
Bhola growled against her tit, sucking harder, milk running down his chin as he drank greedily.
The kitchen was filled with the wet, filthy sounds of him nursing from her breasts while Simran moaned and trembled against the counter, her pussy already getting wet again.
 
The rain outside was starting to fall, but inside the house, things were getting much hotter.
 
Simran was breathing heavily, her heavy breasts heaving as Bhola sucked hungrily from her right tit. After a few seconds, she managed to whisper between gasps:
 
“Mujhe bhool mat jana…”
“Don’t forget me…”
 
Bhola understood immediately. He sucked long and deep, filling his mouth with a huge load of warm, sweet milk. Then he pulled off with a wet pop, grabbed her face with both hands, and crushed his mouth against hers in a deep, filthy smooch.
 
He pushed the thick, creamy milk straight into her mouth. Simran moaned loudly into the kiss, swallowing greedily as their tongues tangled. Milk and spit mixed messily between them, some of it spilling from the corners of their lips and dripping down her chin onto her tits.
 
When he finally broke the smooch, strings of milk connected their mouths. Without wasting a second, Bhola lifted both her heavy breasts from below and attacked them again — alternating between left and right, sucking long and hard. Each powerful pull made Simran gasp sharply.
 
“Aaahhhhh… Bhola… fuck…”
 
Before she could moan more, he would pull off and kiss her again, feeding her another mouthful of her own warm milk. This time Simran’s tongue came out eagerly, probing deep into his mouth, licking and sucking on his tongue like a desperate slut.
 
Bhola lost control. Involuntarily, as a reflex, he grabbed her plump ass with both hands and lifted her clean off the floor, pulling her onto his lap while still standing. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as they continued kissing like long-lost lovers — deep, wet, messy kisses full of milk and spit.
 
The kadhai on the stove suddenly made a loud sizzling sound, the food ready for the next step. The noise jolted Simran back to reality. She pushed him away with both hands, gasping.
 
“Bhola… ruk… ruk ja…”
“Bhola… stop… stop…”
 
She slid down, turned around quickly, and faced the stove again, now completely topless, her heavy breasts swaying freely as she tried to focus on cooking. Milk was still leaking from her stiff nipples, running down her chest.
 
But Bhola wasn’t done.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

He came right behind her again, grabbed her left tit with his left hand, lifted the heavy, hypnotising melon, and latched onto the nipple. He started sucking like a starving cub on its mother’s udder — long, hard, greedy pulls that made loud, wet slurping sounds.
Simran moaned helplessly, her body trembling.
 
“Bhola… tujhse ruka nahi ja raha hai kya? Aaahhh… kitna zor se choos raha hai tu… meri chuchiyan phaad dega kya aaj?”
“Bhola… can’t you stop? Aaahhh… you’re sucking so hard… are you going to tear my boobs apart today?”
 
Bhola pulled off just enough to speak, his voice muffled and filthy against her breast.
 
“Bhabhi… ye chuchiyan itni beautiful hain… aur ab doodh se bhari hui hain… main inhe choos sakta hoon jaise bachche gaay ke thannon se doodh peete hain… itna soft, itna ras bhara…”
“Bhabhi… these boobs are so beautiful… and now they are full of milk… I can suck them just like cubs suck milk from a cow’s udder… so soft, so juicy…”
 
Simran scolded him immediately, voice shaky with pleasure.
 
“Bhola… phir se gaay bol raha hai? Main teri gaay nahi hoon… aaahhh… dheere choos na…”
“Bhola… calling me a cow again? I am not your cow… aaahhh… suck slowly na…”
 
Bhola smiled against her tit and kept sucking, switching to the right one while still holding the left in his hand, squeezing and milking it.
 
“Bhabhi… aap gaay nahi ho… aap toh jannat ho. Ye chuchiyan… itni badi, itni soft, itni doodh bhari… main inhe din bhar choos sakta hoon. Inhe muh mein lekar choosna… inhe dabana… inhe apne muh se doodh nikalna… bas yahi karna chahta hoon pura din.”
“Bhabhi… you are not a cow… you are heaven. These boobs… so big, so soft, so full of milk… I can suck them the whole day. Taking them in my mouth and sucking… pressing them… extracting milk from them with my mouth… I just want to do this the whole day.”
 
He extended his tongue and started flicking her erect nipple rapidly, making the heavy breast jiggle while he held her sexy waist with his other hand, pulling her back against his hard body.
Simran squirmed, moaning loudly, her pussy soaking through her shorts again.
“Bhola… bas kar… aaahhh… itna mat bol… sharam aa rahi hai… tu mera servant hai aur meri chuchiyon ke baare mein aise baat kar raha hai…”
But Bhola wasn’t listening. He suddenly turned her around forcefully in one swift motion. Simran gasped sharply.
“Aaahhh!”
 
Bhola suddenly turned Simran around with strong hands on her waist. Her heavy, milk-filled tits swayed heavily from the motion, bouncing and jiggling in front of his face. She gasped sharply.
 
“Bhola… main khana paka rahi hoon… aaah!”
“Bhola… I am cooking… aaah!”
 
He didn’t reply with words. Instead, he leaned in slowly, opened his mouth, and let his warm tongue drag in one long, deliberate lick from her navel all the way up to the soft underside of her left breast. The flat of his tongue pressed firmly against her skin, tasting the faint salt of her sweat mixed with the sweet traces of leaked milk.
 
Simran’s breath hitched loudly.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola…”
 
He didn’t stop there. He flicked the tip of his tongue rapidly against her stiff left nipple — quick, fluttering licks that made the dark, puffy bud twitch and harden even more. Then he grabbed her right tit with his big hand, squeezing it firmly from the base so that a thick bead of milk appeared at the nipple. He leaned down and took just the tip into his mouth, sucking gently at first, drawing out the warm milk with slow, teasing pulls.
 
His actions turned filthier and more deliberate.
 
He opened his mouth wider and gave the side of her left breast a small, playful bite — not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough that the soft flesh jiggled beautifully when he released it. Simran whimpered, her knees weakening.
 
He went back to the nipple, fluttering his tongue rapidly against the erect tip, making it stand out even stiffer, then sucked it deep into his mouth again, hollowing his cheeks with long, wet pulls. Milk leaked from the corners of his lips as he nursed from her like he was addicted.
 
Simran’s hands gripped the edge of the counter. She tried to focus on the stove, but it was impossible.
 
“Bhola… aaahhh… meri chuchiyan… itna mat tease kar… main concentrate nahi kar paa rahi… oh fuck…”
“Bhola… aaahhh… my boobs… don’t tease them so much… I can’t concentrate… oh fuck…”
 
He switched to the right tit, repeating the same slow, filthy routine — long lick from below, small bite on the side that made the heavy breast bounce and jiggle, rapid tongue fluttering on the nipple until it was rock-hard and aching, then deep, greedy sucking that pulled milk straight into his mouth.
 
Simran’s breathing was ragged now. Her pussy was soaking through her shorts again. She couldn’t take it anymore.
 
She reached behind her, switched off the burner with a trembling hand, and turned fully toward him.
 
“Bas… bahut ho gaya…”
“Enough… it’s too much…”
 
She grabbed his hand and pulled him urgently toward his room. Bhola followed with a hungry smile.
 
The moment they entered his room, Simran sat down on the edge of his bed. Bhola immediately dropped to his knees in front of her, leaned in, and continued teasing her breasts with the same slow, filthy attention.
 
He licked the underside of her left tit in one long stroke, then gave the side a gentle bite that made the heavy flesh jiggle and bounce. He flicked his tongue rapidly against the stiff nipple, making it twitch and stand out even more, before finally taking the whole nipple and a big portion of the soft breast meat into his mouth and sucking hard.
Simran moaned loudly, her head falling back.
 
“Aaahhhhh… Bhola… tu aaj bilkul pagal ho gaya hai… meri chuchiyan choos raha hai jaise inhe khana hai…”
“Aaahhhhh… Bhola… you have gone completely mad today… you’re sucking my boobs as if you want to eat them…”
 
Milk sprayed into his mouth as he sucked with long, greedy pulls. He switched to the right tit, repeating every filthy step — slow lick, teasing bite that made the breast jiggle, rapid tongue fluttering on the nipple, then deep, vacuum-like sucking that made wet, obscene slurping sounds.
 
“Ummmmph… choos le… pi le mera doodh… aaahhh… itna zor se nehi… ahhhh …”
“Ummmmph… suck… drink my milk… aaahhh… not so hard… ahhhh …”
 
Bhola pulled off just enough to speak, his lips shiny with milk.
 
“Bhabhi… aapki chuchiyan itni soft aur ras bhari hain… main inhe din bhar muh mein rakhna chahta hoon… inhe choosna chahta hoon… inpe doodh nikalna chahta hoon… aur aapko pilana chahta hoon…”
“Bhabhi… your boobs are so soft and juicy… I want to keep them in my mouth the whole day… I want to suck them… I want to extract milk from them… and I want to feed you…”
 
He dove back in, sucking even harder, mauling both heavy tits with his hands while Simran moaned and trembled on the bed, completely lost in the filthy pleasure of her servant devouring her breasts.
 
Bhola sucked a big, warm mouthful of milk from Simran’s right tit, his cheeks hollowing deeply. Instead of swallowing, he pulled off the nipple with a wet pop, milk still filling his mouth. He quickly grabbed her face with both hands and crushed his lips against hers.
 
Simran understood instantly. She opened her mouth wide and they started a deep, messy smooch. Bhola pushed the thick, creamy milk straight onto her tongue. Their tongues tangled hungrily, mixing the warm milk with their spit as they kissed like desperate lovers. Some of the milk spilled from the corners of their mouths, running down her chin and dripping onto her heaving breasts.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

While they kissed, Bhola’s hands moved down to her tits. He grabbed both heavy, leaking melons and pulled them upward by the nipples, stretching the soft flesh. Simran moaned loudly into his mouth, the sound muffled but filthy.
 
“Mmmmmm… ummmmm… mmmphhh!”
 
She couldn’t shout properly, her voice trapped in the deep kiss, but her body jerked from the sharp pleasure-pain. Bhola didn’t let her break the smooch. He kept his mouth locked on hers, feeding her more milk while he played with her tits.
 
Finally, he released the nipples. Both heavy breasts settled back down with a soft, hypnotic jiggle, milk droplets flying off the tips. Bhola immediately used both palms to lift them again from underneath, rubbing his hands upward until they reached the nipples, then let them fall with another delicious bounce.
 
He kept playing with her tits like this — lifting, rubbing, letting them drop and jiggle — while still kissing her deeply. Simran’s moans grew louder and more desperate inside his mouth.
 
“Mmmmmm… ummmmmph… aaahhh… mmmphhh!”
 
Her moaning reduced to heavy breathing as Bhola finally broke the smooch. A thick string of milk and spit connected their lips for a second before breaking. He immediately leaned down, took her right nipple between his fingers, and pulled it upward firmly, stretching the sensitive bud.
 
Simran screamed in pleasure and pain.
 
“Bhola… aaahhhhh… lag rahi hai mujhe… ahhhh… dheere… oh fuck…!”
“Bhola… aaahhhhh… you are hurting me… ahhhh… slowly… oh fuck…!”
 
Bhola didn’t stop. He opened his mouth wide and took the entire nipple plus a big chunk of her soft breast meat inside, sucking hard and deep. His cheeks hollowed as he drew out long, powerful pulls of warm milk.
 
Simran’s left hand flew to the back of his head, fingers digging into his hair, rubbing and pulling him closer.
 
“Bhola… you are mad… tum pagal ho gaye ho… aaahhh… tum mujhe kaat rahe ho… meri chuchiyan kha jaoge kya aaj… ahhhh… zor se mat chooso baby…”
“Bhola… you are mad… you have gone crazy… aaahhh… you are biting me… are you going to eat my boobs today… ahhhh… don’t suck so hard baby…”
 
Bhola looked up at her without dislodging the nipple, his eyes dark with lust. He planted a wet, open-mouthed kiss right on the side of her breast, pressing his lips down firmly, then went back to sucking even harder, making loud, greedy slurping sounds.
 
“Mmmph… choos le… pi le mera doodh… aaahhh Bhola… tu aaj bilkul jaanwar ban gaya hai… meri badi-badi chuchiyan choos raha hai jaise inhe khana hai… ahhhh… dheere… meri nipple phaad dega kya…”
“Mmmph… suck… drink my milk… aaahhh Bhola… you have become a complete animal today… you’re sucking my big-big boobs as if you want to eat them… ahhhh… slowly… are you going to tear my nipple…”
 
He switched to the left tit without warning, sucking it with the same savage hunger, his hands still mauling and squeezing the other breast, milk spraying everywhere.
 
“Bhabhi… inhe choosna chahta hoon jab tak aapki chuchiyan khali na ho jayein… inhe dabana chahta hoon… aap meri Bhabhi ho lekin ye chuchiyan ab meri hain…”
“Bhabhi… I want to suck them until your boobs become empty… I want to press them… you are my Bhabhi but these boobs are mine now…”
 
Simran moaned loudly, her back arching, pushing her tits deeper into his mouth.
 
“Bhola… aahhhhh…..shaitaan… pi le sab doodh…”
“Bhola… aahhhhh…..you devil… drink all the milk…”
 
Bhola kept sucking like a man possessed — long, hard pulls, switching between both breasts, mauling them with his hands, making them bounce and jiggle while milk leaked and sprayed all over them.
 
The room was filled with the wet, filthy sounds of sucking, Simran’s broken moans, and Bhola’s hungry growls against her soft, milk-filled tits.
 
And neither of them wanted it to end.
 
Simran’s right hand slid down Bhola’s body and found the rock-hard rod that felt like it could punch a hole through a wall. It was burning hot, thick, and throbbing so strongly she could feel every pulse against her palm.
 
She looked up at him with dark, hungry eyes.
 
“Uth… khade ho ja,” she whispered.
“Get up… stand up,” she whispered.
 
Bhola stood up obediently. Simran quickly opened his pants and yanked them down. The fabric pooled around his ankles. He stepped out of them, leaving his massive cock completely free — thick, dark, and standing proudly, the fat head already leaking a thick bead of precum.
 
Simran immediately grabbed the heavy shaft from below with both hands, rubbing it slowly, feeling its impossible girth and heat. She stroked it from base to head, marvelling at how her small hands couldn’t even wrap fully around it.
 
Bhola stood there, breathing heavily, waiting to see what his Bhabhi would do next.
Simran looked up at him from her knees. The cock was so huge it was longer than her face. When she held it straight, it completely hid half of her pretty face behind its thick, veiny length. The fat, angry head hovered just above her forehead.
Bhola reached down, lifted the heavy log, and gently placed it on top of her face. The hot, heavy shaft rested across her forehead, nose, and lips, the weight pressing down on her. Simran’s eyes widened in pure shock and lust.
 
“Bhola… ye…” she breathed, voice trembling.
 
Bhola smiled softly.
 
“Bhabhi rukiye.”
“Bhabhi, wait.”
 
He quickly reached for a small cup of honey he had brought earlier. He dipped the swollen head of his cock into the jar, coating the fat tip generously with the golden, sticky sweetness. When he pulled it out, the head glistened obscenely with honey mixed with his own precum.
 
Simran opened her mouth to protest — “Bhola, honey kharab kar diya tune…” “Bhola, you spoiled the honey…”— but before she could finish the sentence, Bhola saw his chance. He pushed forward and shoved the honey-coated head straight into her open mouth.
 
Simran’s eyes flew wide as the thick, sweet-salty head stretched her lips.
“Mmmphhh…!”
 
Bhola groaned in pleasure.
 
“Bhabhi… ab ise chaatne mein aur bhi mazaa aayega… shehad ke saath mera ras… dono mil kar…”
“Bhabhi… now licking it will feel even better… my juice with honey… both mixed together…”
 
Simran sucked hard, her tongue swirling around the honey-covered head, tasting the sweet stickiness mixed with his thick precum. She sucked until the head popped out of her mouth with a wet pop, honey and spit dripping from her lips.
 
She smiled up at him, eyes glassy with lust, still holding the massive shaft in both hands.
 
“Ye itna mota hai Bhola… mere muh mein aa hi nahi raha hai… kitna bada aur mota lund hai tera…”
“It’s so thick, Bhola… it’s not even going in my mouth… your cock is so big and thick…”
 
Saying that, she leaned in and started licking the underside of the thick shaft with long, slow, filthy licks — from the base all the way up to the honey-coated head. Her tongue dragged wetly along the veiny length, making the heavy cock twitch and jump in her hands.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Then she tried to take the head back into her mouth again.
 
Bhola swayed his hips just a little at the perfect moment. The fat head moved and missed her open mouth, instead slapping heavily against the side of her face with a wet thwack.
 
Simran gasped, her cheek now shiny with honey and precum.
 
“Bhola… badmash…”
 
She immediately opened her mouth wider, determined, and tried again, but the teasing had only made her hungrier.
 
The thick, honey-sweet monster hovered in front of her face, waiting for her next move, while Simran knelt there — topless, flushed, and completely addicted to her servant’s enormous cock.
 
Simran was on her knees, eyes locked on the honey-coated monster cock hovering in front of her face. She lunged forward eagerly, mouth open wide, trying to catch the fat, glistening head.
 
But Bhola twitched his hips at the last second. The thick cock swayed to the right, slapping heavily against her left cheek with a wet thwack.
 
“Bhola… badmash… ruk nahi raha hai na?” she gasped, breathing hard.
“Bhola… you naughty boy… you’re not stopping, right?” she gasped, breathing hard.
 
She tried again, lunging forward with her mouth open. Bhola moved his hips again, this time making the heavy lund swing left and smack against her right cheek.
 
“Ufff… kitna mota hai tera lund… mere muh mein aa hi nahi raha…”
“Ufff… your cock is so thick… it’s not even going in my mouth…”
 
Frustrated and horny, Simran reached up with both hands to grab the thick shaft and guide it into her mouth. Bhola was faster. He caught both her wrists in one big hand and lifted her arms straight up above her head, pinning them there.
 
“Haath mat lagao Bhabhi… bas muh se hi lo,” he said, voice low and teasing.
“Don’t use your hands Bhabhi… take it only with your mouth,” he said, voice low and teasing.
 
Now helpless, Simran lunged forward again, mouth open, desperate to take the honey-sweet head. Her heavy tits swayed violently left to right with the motion, jiggling and bouncing beautifully. The fat cock twitched upward at the last moment, slapping her on the forehead with a wet smack.
 
“Aaahh… Bhola… tu kya kar raha hai… hila kyun raha hai ise… mujhe chahiye tera lund…”
“Aaahh… Bhola… what are you doing… why are you shaking it… I want your cock…”
 
She lunged once more, tits jiggling wildly. Bhola swayed his hips, making the thick head dodge right. The heavy shaft slapped across her lips and nose.
 
“Gluck… mmmph… Bhola… please… de de mujhe… itna sata mat mujhe… main geeli ho rahi hun sirf isko dekh kar…”
“Gluck… mmmph… Bhola… please… give it to me… don’t tease so much… I’m getting wet just by looking at it…”
 
Bhola smiled down at her, still holding her hands high above her head.
 
“Bhabhi… aap itni pyari lag rahi ho… aise muh khol kar mere lund ke peeche bhagti hui… aapki chuchiyan itni zor se hil rahi hain… bahut sundar lag rahi ho aap.”
“Bhabhi… you look so cute… running after my cock with your mouth open like this… your boobs are jiggling so hard… you look very beautiful.”
 
Simran lunged again, faster this time, mouth open like a hungry slut. Her tits swung left to right with even more force, the soft flesh slapping together. Bhola moved his hips at the perfect moment — the fat, honey-coated head dodged down and slapped heavily against her chin and lower lip.
 
“Uffff… Bhola… tu mera muh maar raha hai isse… itna bada aur mota lund… ruk thora is…aisa mat kar na?”
“Uffff… Bhola… you’re killing my mouth with this… such a big and thick cock… stop a little… don’t do like this na?”
 
She tried once more, throwing her head forward desperately. Her heavy breasts bounced and jiggled obscenely. Bhola twitched the cock upward again, letting the thick head smack right across her open mouth and nose.
 
“Slap… thwack…”
 
Simran whimpered, spit and honey dripping from her lips.
 
“Bhola… please… ab mat satao… daal do mera muh mein… main choosungi… zor se choosungi… jitna tu chahe utna choosungi tera lund… bas daal do na baby…”
“Bhola… please… don’t tease me anymore… put it in my mouth… I’ll suck… I’ll suck hard… I’ll suck your cock as much as you want… just put it in na baby…”
 
Bhola’s face was thick with lust as he looked down at her flushed, desperate face.
 
Simran lunged forward one last time, tits swaying wildly. Bhola finally stopped teasing and let her catch the fat head. She immediately sealed her lips around it with a loud, satisfied “Ummmmhhhh!” and started sucking hard, her tongue swirling greedily around the honey-sweet tip.
 
But even now, Bhola kept her hands pinned above her head, making her work for every inch while her heavy breasts continued to bounce and jiggle with her eager head movements.
 
The game had only made her hungrier… and Bhola was loving every second of it.
 
Bhola slowly pushed his hips forward, feeding the thick, honey-coated head of his cock between Simran’s eager lips. The fat, swollen tip stretched her mouth open as she sealed her lips around it and sucked hard, her tongue swirling greedily over the sweet, sticky surface.
 
“Ummmmhhhh…” she moaned deeply around the head, the sound vibrating along the thick shaft. The honey mixed with his salty precum tasted filthy and delicious on her tongue. She sucked with wet, hungry pulls, cheeks hollowing as she nursed on just the head like it was the only thing she needed in life.
 
Bhola groaned and suddenly pulled his hips back a little. The cock head slipped out of her mouth with a wet pop, leaving her lips shiny and parted.
 
Simran looked up at him with frustrated, lust-filled eyes.
 
“Bhola… kya kar raha hai tu? Mujhe apna lund de… mat chhina… main choos rahi thi na isko…”
“Bhola… what are you doing? Give me your cock… don’t snatch it… I was sucking it na…”
 
Bhola smiled down at her, his voice low and teasing.
 
“Bhabhi… dheere dheere… mazaa toh lijiye na…”
“Bhabhi… slowly slowly… enjoy it na…”
 
He played the game a few more times — slowly pushing the fat head into her waiting mouth, letting her suck hard for a few seconds with loud, wet “Ummmmph… slurp… mmmphhh…” sounds, then pulling back just enough so the cock slipped out again with a filthy pop.
 
Every time he withdrew, Simran scolded him breathlessly.
 
“Bhola… badmash… mat kheench… mujhe chahiye tera lund… daal do muh mein… aaahhh… kitna sata raha hai tu aaj…”
“Bhola… you naughty boy… don’t pull… I want your cock… put it in my mouth… aaahhh… how much you are teasing today…”
 
After teasing her a few more times, Bhola finally stood still, letting her take control.
Simran didn’t take the whole head in her mouth immediately. Instead, she leaned in and started worshipping the massive cock like it deserved. She licked the underside from base to tip with long, slow, flat-tongued strokes.
 
“Ummmm… so sweet…” she moaned, her tongue dragging wetly along the thick, veiny length.
 
She planted soft, open-mouthed kisses all over the shaft — wet mwah… mwah… mwah sounds as her thick lips pressed against the hot skin. Occasionally she would reach the fat head, open her mouth wide, and give it a deep, sloppy smooch, sucking the head between her lips for a second before releasing it with a wet pop.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

A fresh bead of precum formed at the tip. Simran immediately lashed her tongue out, licking it up with a hungry “Ummmmph…” and swallowing it down.
 
She was completely lost in worshipping his cock — licking, kissing, sucking the head, running her tongue everywhere, moaning softly with every taste.
 
“Ummmm… itna mota… itna garam… tera lund itna pyara hai Bhola… main isko choosna chahti hoon pura din… iske ras ko piyna chahti hoon…”
“Ummmm… so thick… so hot… your cock is so lovely Bhola… I want to suck it the whole day… I want to drink its juice…”
 
Bhola groaned above her, his hands gently resting on her head, watching his beautiful Bhabhi adore his monster cock with her mouth and tongue.
 
Simran kept going — long licks, wet kisses, occasional deep sucks on the head that made loud, filthy “slurp… mmmph… gluck…” sounds echo in the room. Her heavy tits swayed and jiggled with every movement of her head, nipples still hard and leaking.
 
She was in heaven, worshipping the thick, honey-sweet cock like it was her new favourite thing in the world.
 
And Bhola was letting her take her time, enjoying every second of his Bhabhi’s hungry, devoted mouth.
 
Simran was completely lost in worshipping Bhola’s massive cock.
 
She started from the bottom, pressing soft, wet kisses to his heavy balls with loud, affectionate mwah… mwah… mwah sounds. Her thick lips brushed against the sensitive skin as she kissed and licked them slowly. Then she dragged her warm tongue in long, slow strokes from the base of the thick shaft all the way up to the swollen head, tasting every inch of the veiny monster.
 
The cock was so huge that her entire face looked tiny in comparison. When she held it against her cheek, the dark, throbbing length completely covered half her pretty face. She looked like a unique apsara from heaven — a beautiful, married woman on her knees, eyes half-lidded with lust, worshipping a servant’s enormous lund with pure devotion.
 
Bhola looked down at her, voice thick with awe.
 
“Bhabhi… aap itni sundar lag rahi ho… aise mera lund kiss karte hue… bahut pyari ho aap.”
“Bhabhi… you look so beautiful… kissing my cock like this… you are so cute.”
 
He reached down, cupped her face gently, and pulled her up into a deep, slow smooch. Their tongues met again, sliding wetly against each other. After the kiss, he let her go back down to continue worshipping his cock.
 
Simran smiled up at him and went back to work — kissing, licking, and sucking the head with soft slurp… mwah… ummm sounds.
 
Suddenly Bhola stopped her.
 
“Bhabhi… ek minute.”
“Bhabhi… one minute.”
 
He stepped back, his huge erect cock swaying heavily between his legs like a thick, dark pendulum, and walked to the kitchen. He returned a moment later holding his ringing mobile phone.
 
“Bhabhi… Sahib call kar rahe hain.”
“Bhabhi… Sahib is calling.”
 
Simran’s heart skipped a beat. Her eyes widened in panic as she jumped up from the bed.
 
“Ravi?!”
 
Bhola quickly put a hand on her shoulder, his voice calm and reassuring.
 
“Chinta mat kijiye Bhabhi… shanti rakhiye… bas normal baat kar lijiye. Main yahin hoon.”
“Don’t worry Bhabhi… relax… just talk normally. I’m right here.”
 
Simran took the phone with trembling hands and answered the call, trying to sound normal.
 
“Hello… Ravi?”
 
Ravi’s voice came through.
 
“Simran, I’ve been calling for so long. Where were you?”
 
She forced a laugh, trying to keep her voice steady.
 
“Sorry… it’s raining heavily here and I couldn’t hear the phone.”
 
At that exact moment, Bhola knelt down in front of her. He leaned in and gave her right tit a soft, wet kiss right on the nipple. Simran jumped, her free hand flying up to cover the nipple.
 
“Bhola…!” she whispered sharply, covering the phone mic for a second.
 
Bhola was strong as a bull. He gently but firmly moved her hand away, looked up at her with soft eyes, and mouthed silently: “Please relax… it’s okay.”
 
Simran protested weakly with her eyes, but Bhola leaned in again and took her nipple into his mouth. He started sucking slowly at first, then deeper, pulling the sensitive bud with long, wet sucks.
 
Simran’s lips folded inward as she tried to suppress her moan while still talking to her husband.
“Nothing… the light just flickered for a second,” she said to Ravi, her voice slightly strained.
 
Bhola switched to the left nipple, sucking harder now, his tongue flicking rapidly against the stiff peak. Simran’s eyes met his. She shot him an angry look, but it was weak — her body was already betraying her.
 
Bhola held her gaze and sucked even harder, cheeks hollowing, making loud, wet slurping sounds against her breast. His right hand was behind her waist, holding her steady, while his left hand gently held the hand she was trying to use to push him away.
 
Simran’s breathing grew heavier. She relaxed a little, letting Bhola continue sucking her tits while she spoke to Ravi on the phone.
 
“Yes… everything is fine here… Bhola made dinner… the rain is very heavy tonight…”
Bhola kept sucking, switching between both breasts, milking them gently while she tried to keep her voice normal. Every now and then a soft, muffled moan would escape her lips, which she quickly covered with a fake cough.
 
The contrast was incredibly erotic — Simran standing there topless, talking sweetly to her husband on the phone while her servant knelt in front of her, greedily sucking and drinking from her leaking tits like it was the most natural thing in the world.
 
Bhola looked up at her with dark, hungry eyes, still latched onto her left nipple, sucking slowly and deliberately as if he had all the time in the world.
 
Simran’s free hand rested on the back of his head, not pushing him away anymore, but holding him there as she continued her conversation with Ravi, her voice trembling just slightly.
 
Bhola kept sucking Simran’s heavy, milk-filled tits with shameless hunger while she tried to keep her voice steady on the phone with Ravi. Her magnificent breasts — the kind that would be the most prized possession in all of Chandigarh if anyone knew how full, soft, and milky they really were — were being devoured right under her husband’s nose.
 
Bhola’s mouth was latched tightly on her left nipple, sucking long and deep. Loud, wet slurping sounds filled the room as thick streams of warm milk jetted onto his tongue. He switched to the right one, sucking even harder, making her breast stretch forward into his greedy mouth.
 
Simran’s free hand rested on the back of his head, not pushing him away anymore. Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke into the phone.