Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Simran’s hips started bucking against his face. She was sucking his cock harder now, her head moving up and down as much as she could in this position, her hands still massaging his balls. Saliva and precum were dripping down her chin onto her neck and mangalsutra.
 
Bhola pulled his mouth away from her pussy for just a second, his face shiny and wet with her juices.
 
“Bhabhi… aapki choot itni geeli aur swadisht hai… main isko din bhar choosta reh sakta hoon…”
“Bhabhi… your pussy is so wet and tasty… I can keep licking it the whole day…”
 
Then he dove back in, sucking even harder, making loud, filthy slurping noises as he drank from her leaking cunt while Simran moaned and gagged softly around his thick cock.
 
The room was filled with wet, obscene sounds — her sucking, his slurping, and her broken, desperate moans.
 
Bhola was relentless.
 
He kept his face buried between Simran’s thick thighs, licking and sucking her swollen pussy with loud, wet, animalistic sounds. His tongue dragged heavily through her folds, lapping up the thick, creamy white juices that kept leaking out of her. Every few seconds he would suck her clit hard, making obscene slurping noises that filled the small room.
 
“Slurrrrp… gluck… mmmphhh… slurrrrp…”
 
Simran’s body was already trembling. She was moaning continuously around his thick cock, her mouth stretched wide as she sucked on the fat head while her hands squeezed his heavy balls.
 
“Aaahhh… mmmphhh… Bhola… aaahhh… aaahhh… itna zor se nehi… aaahhh… main… aaahhh…”
 
Her first orgasm hit her suddenly.
 
Her thighs clamped around his head as her back arched off the bed. A broken, high-pitched cry escaped her mouth even with his cock still inside it.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bholaaa… main… main aaahhhhhh… aaahhh… fuck… aaahhh…”
 
Her pussy convulsed violently. Thick, white, creamy juices gushed out of her in waves, soaking Bhola’s mouth and chin. Her whole body shook as the orgasm tore through her.
 
But Bhola didn’t stop.
 
Instead, while she was still cumming, he pushed one long, thick finger deep inside her soaked cunt. The finger was long enough to reach places Ravi’s cock had never touched. The moment it curled upward and pressed hard against her G-spot, Simran’s eyes rolled back.
 
“AAHHHHH… BHOLAAAA…!”
 
Her second orgasm crashed into her before the first one had even finished.
 
Her pussy squirted. A hot, clear stream mixed with her thick white cream sprayed out around his finger as her body convulsed violently. She was moaning and crying at the same time, completely lost.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… ruk ja… aaahhh… main mar jaungi… aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… meri… aaahhh… jaan nikal rahi hai… aaahhh…”
 
Bhola growled against her pussy and dove in even deeper. He started slurping loudly, drinking her squirting juices like he was dying of thirst. His finger kept fucking her G-spot in short, firm strokes while his tongue licked and sucked everything that came out of her.
 
“Slurrrrp… gluck… mmmphhh… slurrrrp… aaahhh Bhabhi… aapka paani bahut swadisht hai…”
 
Simran was gone.
 
For almost five full minutes, she lay there shaking, moaning, and whimpering while Bhola kept eating her through multiple small aftershocks. Her mind was completely blank. All she could feel was his tongue and that long finger destroying her.
 
Slowly, she started coming back to her senses.
 
Her breathing was still ragged. She opened her eyes and realized Bhola’s thick cock was still resting against her lips. Without thinking, she opened her mouth and took the fat head back inside, sucking it lazily.
 
That’s when she discovered something.
 
While sucking him, she ran her hand from his ass crack all the way forward to his heavy balls and gave them a firm squeeze. The moment she did that, Bhola’s cock swelled up inside her mouth like crazy — becoming even thicker and harder.
 
Simran’s eyes widened.
 
She did it again. She rubbed her palm slowly from his ass to his balls, pressing firmly, and immediately felt his cock throb and grow even bigger in her mouth.
 
“Ummmm… mmmphhh…” she moaned around his dick, realizing what she had just found.
 
She started doing it repeatedly — rubbing from his ass to his balls while sucking him. Every single time she did it, his cock swelled and throbbed violently inside her mouth.
 
Somewhere in between, she realized Bhola had completely removed his pants and underwear. He was now fully naked from the waist down, his strong thighs straddling her chest as he kept licking her pussy.
 
Bhola was breathing heavily now. His hips were starting to move on their own.
 
“Bhabhi… aap aise mat kijiye… aaahhh… main… aaahhh… control nahi kar pa raha…”
“Bhabhi… don’t do like this… aaahhh… I… aaahhh… I can’t control…”
 
But Simran didn’t stop. She kept rubbing that sensitive spot between his ass and balls while sucking harder.
 
It became too much for him.
 
With a loud, guttural groan, Bhola’s cock erupted inside her mouth like a broken hosepipe.
 
Thick, hot cum shot out in powerful, heavy spurts. The first few ropes were so strong that Simran couldn’t swallow fast enough. His cock slipped out of her mouth with a wet pop, and the next thick jet splashed directly across her face — hitting her cheek, nose, and one eye.
 
“AAHHHH… BHABHI…!”
 
More cum kept shooting out in long, thick ropes. It landed on her lips, her chin, and even on her mangalsutra. Some of it dripped down onto her heavy breasts.
 
Simran quickly grabbed his throbbing cock with both hands and shoved the head back into her mouth, trying to catch the rest of it. She started swallowing as fast as she could, but the flow was endless. Thick, warm cum kept filling her mouth in heavy waves. Some of it leaked out from the corners of her lips and ran down her neck.
 
She was moaning around his cock while drinking him, her hand still rubbing that spot between his ass and balls, milking him for every drop.
 
Bhola’s body was shaking above her as he kept cumming, thick ropes of cum still shooting into her mouth even after almost a minute.
 
Simran’s face was a complete mess — covered in his thick white cum, one eye half-closed, her mangalsutra shiny and wet, and her mouth still wrapped around his pulsing cock as she kept swallowing whatever she could.
 
And Bhola was still not done.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Bhola had no intention of stopping.
 
Even as thick ropes of his cum were still leaking from the corners of Simran’s mouth, he kept his long middle finger buried deep inside her soaked cunt, curling it hard against her G-spot with every slow thrust. At the same time, his tongue dragged filthily between her swollen pussy lips and her tight little asshole — slurping loudly, licking up every drop of her thick white cream mixed with his spit.
 
“Slurrrrp… gluck… mmmphhh… slurrrrp…”
 
Simran was still trying to recover. Her face was a complete mess — one eye half-closed with his thick cum, her mangalsutra shiny and sticky, her heavy tits glistening with white streaks. His massive cock was still resting against her lips, rock hard and throbbing, showing no signs of softening even after shooting such a huge load.
 
She opened her mouth and lazily took the fat head back inside, sucking gently while her hand stroked the thick shaft. But she was too overwhelmed to suck properly anymore. Instead, she relaxed and started planting soft, wet kisses all along the heavy length — from the base near his balls all the way up to the leaking tip. Every time she kissed it, a fresh bead of cum oozed out and she licked it clean.
 
“Ummmm… mmmphhh…” she moaned softly against his cock, her voice hoarse.
 
She wrapped her fingers around the thick base and slowly rubbed upward toward the head, as if she was trying to milk more cum out of him. Her other hand gently cupped and squeezed his heavy balls while she kept kissing his cock like it belonged to her — soft, loving, filthy kisses all over the veiny shaft.
 
Bhola groaned loudly into her pussy.
 
“Bhabhi… aap aise mat kijiye… aaahhh… main phir se… aaahhh…”
“Bhabhi… don’t do like this… aaahhh… I’m going to… aaahhh…”
 
But he didn’t stop eating her.
 
He was completely lost between her thick thighs. Her pussy looked obscene — swollen pink lips glistening like rose petals after rain, covered in thick, creamy white juices that kept leaking out. Droplets of her nectar clung to the sides of her lips and slowly dripped down toward her asshole. Bhola licked it all up greedily before pushing his long, strong tongue deep inside her cunt.
 
Simran’s body jerked violently.
 
“Aaahhh… Bholaaa…!”
 
His tongue was long and thick. It pushed deep into her undulating pussy, swirling and twisting inside her, fucking her with it. Every time he curled it upward, it dragged hard against her sensitive walls, making her hips buck wildly off the bed.
 
“AAHHHH… BHOLA… AAHHHH… MERI ….… AAHHHH… TU ANDAR TAK… AAHHHH…”
 
She was moaning nonstop now, her voice breaking. She tried to go back to sucking his cock but she was too far gone. She could only manage to hold it against her lips and moan around it while he destroyed her with his tongue.
 
Then Bhola did something that pushed her over the edge.
 
While his finger was still knuckle-deep in her pussy, he pulled his tongue out of her cunt and dragged it lower… straight toward her tight, untouched asshole.
 
The moment she felt his wet tongue press against her forbidden hole, Simran’s entire body reacted.
 
“BHOLAAAAA… NAAHI… AAHHHH…!”
 
She clamped her thick thighs shut around his head like a vice, trapping his face between her legs. Her back arched off the bed as a violent orgasm tore through her.
 
“AAHHHHH… AAHHHHH… MAIN… MAIN ….… AAHHHHH… BHOLAAAAA…!”
 
Her pussy convulsed hard around his finger. A thick, creamy squirt mixed with her white juices sprayed out, soaking his mouth and chin. Her asshole clenched and fluttered right against his tongue as she came violently. Her whole body was shaking uncontrollably, her moans loud, broken, and shameless.
 
“AAHHHH… AAHHHH… RUK JA… AAHHHH… MERI GAAND MAT CHOO… AAHHHH… MAIN… AAHHHH… MAR JAUNGI… AAHHHHH…!”
 
Bhola didn’t pull away. He kept his tongue pressed firmly against her twitching asshole while his finger fucked her through the orgasm, slurping loudly as more of her thick juices flooded his mouth.
 
Simran was completely lost — thighs locked tight around his head, body trembling, moaning like a whore while her married pussy squirted all over her servant’s face.
 
And Bhola’s thick, hard cock was still resting against her cum-covered lips, twitching and ready for more.
 
Bhola finally slowed down.
 
Simran was still shaking, her thighs trembling around his head. Her voice came out hoarse and broken as she pushed weakly at his shoulders.
 
“Bhola… bas… aaahhh… please… chhod de… main… main nahi reh pa rahi… aaahhh…”
“Bhola… enough… aaahhh… please… leave me… I… I can’t hold it… aaahhh…”
 
Bhola understood. He slowly pulled his finger out of her soaked pussy and gave one last long lick across her swollen lips before lifting his face. His mouth, chin, and even his nose were shiny and wet with her thick white cream.
They both got up from the bed slowly. Simran’s legs felt weak. She stood there completely naked except for her mangalsutra, her heavy breasts rising and falling, her pussy visibly swollen and glistening. Her face was still a mess — streaks of Bhola’s thick cum were drying on her cheek, lips, and even near her eye.
 
Bhola looked at her and a small, satisfied smile appeared on his face. He reached for a towel lying nearby and gently wiped her face, cleaning the sticky cum from her skin with soft strokes.
 
Simran watched him quietly for a second, then stepped forward and pulled him into a deep, messy kiss. Their tongues met immediately, and she could taste herself on his lips.
 
She broke the kiss after a few seconds, breathing heavily.
 
“Tu pagal ho gaya hai Bhola… sach mein. Agar Ravi ghar pe hota toh? Kya karte hum dono?”
“You have gone completely mad, Bhola… really. What if Ravi was at home? What would we both do?”
 
Bhola didn’t reply with words. He simply looked down at his own cock — still thick, heavy, and rock hard, glistening with her spit and his own cum. A small, shameless smile appeared on his face as he looked at it, then back at her.
 
Simran followed his gaze. She stepped closer, bent down slightly, and planted a soft kiss right on the fat, leaking tip of his cock. A fresh drop of cum touched her lips.
 
“Control mein rakh ise,” she said softly, her voice still a little shaky. “Bahut badmash ho gaya hai yeh aaj.”
“Keep it under control,” she said softly, her voice still a little shaky. “It has become very naughty today.”
 
Bhola’s eyes darkened with lust. He stepped closer to her, his wet cock brushing against her stomach. His voice came out low, thick, and filthy.
 
“Bhabhi… aap itni sundar aur garam kyun ho? Aapki chuchiyan itni badi aur soft hain… doodh itna meetha aur garam nikal raha tha unme se. Aur aapki choot… waah Bhabhi… itni geeli, itni swadisht… jaise koi gulaab ki pankhudi ho… aur upar se itna thick, white, creamy paani nikal raha tha. Main toh bas choosta hi reh gaya. Aapki gaand bhi itni moti aur soft hai… main toh usko masalta hi reh sakta hoon din bhar.”
“Bhabhi… aap itni sundar aur garam kyun ho? Aapki chuchiyan itni badi aur soft hain… doodh itna meetha aur garam nikal raha tha unme se. Aur aapki choot… waah Bhabhi… itni geeli, itni swadisht… jaise koi gulaab ki pankhudi ho… aur upar se itna thick, white, creamy paani nikal raha tha. Main toh bas choosta hi reh gaya. Aapki gaand bhi itni moti aur soft hai… main toh usko masalta hi reh sakta hoon din bhar.”
 
As he spoke, he kept leaning forward and kissing her — on her lips, then her neck, then back to her lips again. His hands came up and gently cupped her heavy breasts, thumbs brushing over her still-wet nipples.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Simran’s face turned red. She tried to push him back lightly, feeling extremely shy at his dirty words.
 
“Bhola… bas kar… aise mat bol… sharam aati hai mujhe…”
“Bhola… stop… don’t talk like this… I feel shy…”
 
But Bhola didn’t stop. He kissed her again, deeper this time, while his filthy words continued against her mouth.
 
“Aapka muh bhi kitna garam aur tight hai Bhabhi… jab aap mera lund choosti ho na… aur jab main aapke muh mein jhadta hoon… aap itna saara pi leti ho. Aapki jeebh itni pyari hai… aur aapki choot ka taste… main kabhi nahi bhoolunga. Itna mazedaar hai na Bhabhi… jaise koi meetha aur namkeen doodh ho…”
“Your mouth is also so hot and tight Bhabhi… when you suck my cock… and when I cum in your mouth… you drink so much. Your tongue is so lovely… and the taste of your pussy… I will never forget. It’s so delicious Bhabhi… like some sweet and salty milk…”
 
Simran was getting more and more embarrassed. She placed both her hands on his chest and tried to create some distance, her voice soft and pleading.
 
“Bhola… please… mat bol aise… bahut ganda lagta hai… chup ho ja…”
“Bhola… please… don’t talk like this… it feels very dirty… be quiet…”
 
But Bhola only smiled and leaned in again, kissing the corner of her mouth while his hands slowly slid down to squeeze her bare ass.
 
Simran’s face was burning now. She looked down, avoiding his eyes, her voice barely above a whisper.
 
“Tu bahut badmash hai… sach mein…”
“You are very naughty… really…”
 
Simran slowly sat up on the bed, her body still trembling from the intense orgasms. Her legs felt weak, her pussy swollen and sensitive, leaking her creamy juices down her thighs. She reached for her short nightie and slipped it back on, the thin fabric barely covering her heavy breasts and ass.
 
She bent down to pick up her small white panty from the floor, but when she tried to step into it, she noticed it was badly torn — the waistband stretched and ripped at the sides from Bhola’s rough pull earlier.
 
She looked at Bhola with a mix of embarrassment and complaint.
 
“Bhola… tune meri panty kyun phaadi? Ab kya pehnu main?”
“Bhola… why did you tear my panty? What will I wear now?”
 
Bhola’s eyes darkened again with fresh hunger. He got down from the bed, completely naked from the waist down, his thick monster cock still half-hard and swinging heavily between his legs. Without saying a word, he knelt down in front of her like a devotee.
 
He grabbed her right leg and lifted it high, resting it on his left shoulder. This position spread her legs wide open, completely exposing her freshly eaten, swollen pink pussy. Her puffy lips glistened with her own thick white cream and his spit. He gripped her left thigh firmly with his right hand and slid his other hand under her raised right leg to grab a handful of her soft, juicy ass cheek, pulling her dripping cunt right toward his face.
 
Before Simran could react, Bhola buried his mouth against her pussy and gave it a hard, hungry smooch — lips sucking on her swollen folds, tongue pressing flat against her clit.
 
“Aaahhhhhh… Bholaaa…!” Simran screamed in pure joy and pleasure, her hands flying to his head. Her knees buckled slightly as a fresh jolt of electricity shot through her body.
 
Bhola pulled back just enough to speak, his lips shiny with her juices.
 
“Kyuki aapki choot itni meethi aur garam hai Bhabhi… main intezaar nahi kar paaya… sorry… bahut tasty hai aapki yeh pink choot… main isko choosne ke liye pagal ho jaata hoon…”
“Because your pussy is so sweet and hot Bhabhi… I couldn’t wait… sorry… your this pink pussy is very tasty… I go crazy to lick it…”
 
Simran’s face flushed deep red. She was breathing heavily, her pussy throbbing right in front of his mouth.
 
“Bhola… utho… bas karo… theek hai… main nayi khareed lungi…”
“Bhola… get up… stop it… okay… I’ll buy a new one…”
 
Bhola stood up slowly, still holding her close. He leaned in and kissed her deeply on the lips, letting her taste her own pussy juices on his tongue.
 
“Main khud select karunga Bhabhi… nayi panties… aapke liye… chhoti-chhoti… tight… jo aapki moti gaand aur geeli choot ko achhe se pakad sake…”
“I will select them myself Bhabhi… new panties… for you… small and tight… that can properly hold your thick ass and wet pussy…”
 
Simran felt another wave of shyness wash over her. She pushed him back gently, smiling despite herself.
 
“Pagal… ab jaane de mujhe… mujhe ready hona hai. Bahut ho gaya aaj subah.”
“Crazy… now let me go… I have to get ready. It’s been enough this morning.”
 
She quickly adjusted her nightie, gave him one last shy look, and ran upstairs to her bedroom, her bare ass jiggling under the short hem as she hurried away.
 
Bhola stood there in his room, watching her go with a satisfied, hungry smile, his thick cock twitching again at the sight.
 
Simran stood under the warm shower, eyes closed, water cascading over her heavy breasts and down her body. Her mind was a complete mess. She kept thinking about Bhola’s massive cock — how thick it felt in her hands, how it stretched her mouth, how it throbbed when she rubbed from his ass to his balls. She was terrified of it… and completely addicted to it at the same time.
 
She tilted her head back, opened her mouth wide, and let her tongue hang out shamelessly, imitating the way she had taken his cum earlier. The hot water ran into her open mouth as she imagined thick ropes of his warm, salty cum shooting across her tongue. Her pussy clenched hard at the filthy thought.
 
“This is all just foreplay… until he fucks me, this isn’t going to stop. I’m going crazy for his cock…”
 
She came downstairs a little later wearing a simple, short white frock that reached just below her ass. It looked cute and innocent from the front, but the length was dangerously short — enough to keep Bhola’s cock hard while still covering her privacy when she stood straight. She had paired it with small circular earrings that made her look even sexier. Her hair was loosely tied, a few wet strands sticking to her neck.
 
She went to the kitchen and started cutting vegetables when her phone rang. It was Ravi.
 
“Hey, I’ve cleared immigration. Waiting for the flight now,” he said.
 
Simran tried to sound normal while chopping.
 
“That’s good. Take care of yourself. When will you reach?”
 
They were making small talk when she suddenly felt movement behind her.
 
Bhola had come into the kitchen quietly. Without any warning, he knelt down behind her, lifted the hem of her short frock with both hands, and stared at her round ass covered only by a thin white panty. In one swift, hungry motion, he hooked his fingers into the waistband and yanked the panty all the way down to her knees.
 
Simran’s eyes widened in shock. She almost screamed but quickly clamped her hand over her mouth.
 
“Mmmphhh…!”
 
In her panic, Simran blurted out without thinking,
 
“Bhola… kya kar raha hai?”
“Bhola… what are you doing?”

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Ravi’s voice came through the phone.
 
“What happened, Simran? Everything okay?”
 
She immediately corrected herself, trying to sound calm.
 
“Nothing… Bhola was looking for something and startled me. That’s all.”
 
Bhola, still kneeling behind her with her panty around her knees, spoke a bit louder so Ravi could hear.
 
“Bhabhi… ek chuha dikha tha… main pakad raha tha.”
“Bhabhi… I saw a mouse… I was trying to catch it.”
 
Saying that, he pulled her panty completely off her legs. Simran had to lift one foot, then the other, stepping out of it while still on the phone with her husband. Her pussy was now completely bare under the short frock.
 
The moment the panty was gone, Bhola leaned forward and buried his face between her thighs from behind. He took a long, deep sniff of her freshly showered but already wet pussy, inhaling her scent like a drug.
 
His hot breath fanned across her swollen lips as he pressed his nose right against her cunt and breathed in deeply again.
 
Simran’s legs shook. She gripped the kitchen counter tightly with one hand, the other still holding the phone to her ear, trying desperately to keep her voice steady while talking to Ravi.
 
Bhola’s tongue came out and gave her pussy a slow, filthy lick from behind, tasting her leaking juices.
 
The scene was insanely risky and dirty — Simran standing in the kitchen in a tiny frock with no panties, talking to her husband on the phone, while her servant knelt behind her sniffing and licking her naked pussy like a hungry animal.
 
Simran slowly turned around, her back now against the kitchen counter. Her short frock rode up slightly with the movement. Bhola was still kneeling right in front of her. Without wasting a second, he lifted the hem of her frock with both hands and disappeared underneath it completely.
 
The next moment, Simran felt his hot breath directly on her bare pussy.
 
She bit her lower lip hard as Bhola pressed his face between her thighs and started planting slow, wet kisses right on the soft, puffy V formed by her pussy lips. His lips were warm and hungry. He kissed her swollen folds like he was worshipping them — long, open-mouthed kisses, sucking gently on her outer lips, then dragging his tongue slowly through her slit.
 
“Mmmphhh…” Simran’s breath hitched. She gripped the edge of the counter tightly with one hand while holding the phone to her ear with the other.
 
Ravi’s voice came through clearly.
 
“Simran? You there? What were you saying?”
 
Simran tried to keep her voice steady, even as Bhola’s tongue started licking long, slow strokes from the bottom of her pussy all the way up to her clit.
 
“Y-Yes… I’m here. I was just saying… the vegetables are almost done. I’ll cook something light for lunch.”
 
Under the frock, Bhola was getting more aggressive. He spread her pussy lips apart with his fingers and pushed his tongue deep inside her hole, fucking her with it slowly. Wet, obscene slurping sounds were coming from under her frock.
 
“Slurrrrp… gluck… mmmphhh…”
 
Simran’s knees nearly buckled. She pressed her thighs together instinctively, but that only pushed Bhola’s face deeper into her cunt.
 
Ravi continued, unaware.
 
“By the way, the flight is delayed by almost an hour. I might reach Korea very late.”
 
Simran’s voice came out slightly breathless.
 
“That’s… that’s okay. Just take care. Don’t worry about us here… Bhola is taking very good care of everything.”
 
The moment she said “Bhola is taking very good care,” Bhola sucked her clit hard into his mouth and flicked his tongue rapidly over it. Simran’s eyes rolled back for a second. She quickly covered the phone’s mouthpiece with her palm as a soft moan escaped her throat.
 
“Aaahhh…!”
 
She removed her hand quickly and spoke again, trying to sound normal.
 
“I mean… he’s handling all the small things in the house. You don’t have to worry.”
 
Ravi chuckled on the other side.
 
“That’s good. At least I don’t have to worry about you staying alone. Bhola is a responsible boy.”
 
Under the frock, Bhola pulled her clit between his lips and sucked on it like he was trying to pull milk out of it. At the same time, he pushed two fingers inside her pussy and started fucking her slowly. Her thick, creamy juices were already coating his fingers and dripping down his hand.
 
Simran’s legs were shaking badly now. She could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter with every passing second.
 
Ravi spoke again.
 
“Listen, if you need anything while I’m away, just tell Bhola. Don’t hesitate, okay? He’s there for you.”
 
Simran almost laughed at the irony, but it came out as a shaky breath.
 
“Y-Yes… I’ll tell him. He’s… he’s very helpful. Especially when I need something… long and thick to handle things.”
 
There was a short pause on Ravi’s side.
 
“Long and thick? What are you talking about?”
 
Simran’s face turned red. She quickly corrected herself while Bhola’s tongue was now circling her clit in fast, tight circles.
 
“I-I mean… for the kitchen work. Like… a long spatula or something. The old one broke.”
 
Bhola, hearing her say “long and thick,” growled softly against her pussy and pushed his tongue even deeper inside her. He was now tongue-fucking her with long, slow, deliberate strokes while his nose pressed against her clit.
 
Simran’s free hand flew to her mouth. She was breathing heavily through her nose, trying her best not to moan.
 
Ravi sounded confused but didn’t suspect anything.
 
“Okay… anyway, I’ll call you once I board. Take care of yourself.”
 
The moment he said that, Bhola sucked her entire pussy into his mouth — lips, clit, and all — and started making loud, wet sucking noises. Simran’s thighs started trembling violently.
 
“Ravi… I… I have to go now. Something is… boiling over here.”
 
Ravi laughed.
 
“Alright, go check. Love you.”
 
“Love you too…”
 
Simran quickly ended the call and dropped the phone on the counter. The moment the call disconnected, she grabbed Bhola’s head from over the frock with both hands and pushed his face harder into her pussy.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

“Bhola… aaahhh… tu pagal ho gaya hai kya? Main phone pe baat kar rahi thi… aaahhh…!”
“Bhola… aaahhh… have you gone mad? I was talking on the phone… aaahhh…!”
 
Bhola didn’t stop. He kept sucking and licking her pussy like a man possessed, his tongue moving rapidly inside her while his fingers fucked her from below. Her creamy white juices were now flowing down his chin and dripping onto the kitchen floor.
 
Simran’s head fell back against the cabinet as she moaned loudly, no longer able to control herself.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… meri choot… aaahhh… itna zor se nehi… main… aaahhh… mera pani… aaahhh…!”
“Aaahhh… Bhola… my pussy… aaahhh… not so hard… I… aaahhh… my juices… aaahhh…!”
 
Bhola stood up from between her legs, his face shiny with her juices. His eyes were dark and full of hunger. Without saying a word, he gently but firmly guided Simran down by her shoulders until she was kneeling on the kitchen floor in front of him.
 
Simran’s short frock had ridden up completely, her bare, swollen pussy still dripping and exposed. She looked up at him, breathing heavily.
 
“Bhola… kya kar rahe ho… main—”
“Bhola… what are you doing… I—”
 
Her words died in her throat the moment Bhola opened his fly and pulled out his monstrous cock.
 
The thick, black 12-inch rod sprang out heavily, pointing straight toward the ceiling like an angry weapon. It was rock hard, veins bulging all along the massive length, the fat purple head already leaking a thick drop of precum. It looked even bigger in the daylight — dark, heavy, and terrifyingly beautiful.
 
Simran stared at it, completely frozen. Her mouth fell slightly open. Her eyes were glued to the throbbing monster swaying just inches from her face.
 
She involuntarily licked her lips, her tongue sliding slowly across them. The moment she realized what she had done, shame flooded her face and she looked away, biting her lower lip.
 
Bhola stood there quietly, holding the base of his cock, letting her stare.
 
Simran’s breathing grew heavier. Slowly, almost against her will, she leaned forward. She brought her nose close to the fat, leaking tip and took a deep, slow breath in. The strong, musky, masculine aroma of his cock filled her lungs — salty, slightly sweet, and intoxicating. Her eyes fluttered closed as she breathed him in again, deeper this time.
 
She opened her mouth, lips trembling, and moved closer. First, she planted a soft, wet kiss right on the tip, tasting the fresh precum on her lips. Then she took another deep breath, the heavy head of his cock resting against her nose and upper lip, her warm breath blowing over it.
 
For a few long seconds, she stayed like that — lost in a trance, worshipping his cock with her face.
 
Then suddenly, she snapped out of it. Her eyes flew open and she quickly stood up, stepping back a little, her face burning with embarrassment.
 
“Bhola… tu bahut naughty ho gaya hai,” she said, her voice soft and shaky. “Wapas andar daal ise. Main abhi itna saara maal pi chuki hoon… aur phir se taiyaar ho gaya hai yeh?”
“Bhola… you have become very naughty,” she said, her voice soft and shaky. “Put it back inside. I just drank so much of your maal… and it’s hard again already?”
 
She looked down at the massive, throbbing cock again. Her hand moved almost on its own. She gripped the thick shaft — her fingers barely able to wrap around its girth — and gave it a slow, firm shake.
 
“Uff… yeh itna sakht aur mota hai… tu isko kya khilata hai Bhola? Itna bada aur itna zor se khada rehta hai hamesha…”
“Uff… it’s so hard and thick… what do you feed it, Bhola? It stays so big and hard all the time…”
 
Her voice was trembling. Her whole body was shivering with need. Her pussy was clenching visibly, fresh cream leaking down her inner thighs. She was barely holding herself back from dropping to her knees again.
 
Bhola looked at her with that same innocent-yet-filthy smile and spoke in a low, husky voice.
 
“Bhabhi… yeh aapko dekh kar hi itna khada ho jaata hai. Aapki chuchiyan, aapki gaand, aapki geeli choot… sab isko paagal kar dete hain. Aap jab bhi mere saamne aati ho, yeh control mein nahi rehta.”
“Bhabhi… it gets this hard just by looking at you. Your boobs, your ass, your wet pussy… everything drives it crazy. Whenever you come in front of me, it doesn’t stay under control.”
 
Simran’s cheeks turned even redder. She gave his cock one more slow stroke, feeling it throb powerfully in her hand, then quickly let go as if it burned her.
 
“Bas… ab jaa. Market se kuch condiments le aa. Aur jaldi wapas aa.”
“Enough… now go. Get some condiments from the market. And come back quickly.”
 
She turned away from him, trying to compose herself, but her legs were still shaking and her short frock did nothing to hide how wet and needy she was.
 
Bhola tucked his massive, still-hard cock back into his pants with some difficulty, gave her one last hungry look, and headed toward the door.
 
The tension in the house was thicker than ever. Simran knew she was losing control faster than she could handle.
 
Simran stood in the kitchen for a long time after Bhola left for the market. Her legs were still weak, her pussy was still throbbing, and her mind was racing. She knew she was losing control. Every time Bhola came near her, things went too far. She had to talk to him. She had to make him understand that they needed to slow down, that they couldn’t keep doing this so openly and so recklessly.
 
When Bhola returned from the market with a small bag, Simran was waiting near the stairs. She looked at him and spoke in a low, firm voice.
 
“Bhola… apne room mein jaao. Main aati hoon.”
 
Bhola nodded quietly and went to his room without asking any questions.
 
A few minutes later, Simran walked into his room and closed the door behind her. Bhola was sitting on the edge of his bed. Without saying anything, Simran came close, lifted her short frock slightly, and sat down on his lap, straddling him. Her bare pussy pressed directly against the front of his pants. She could already feel the thick, hard shape of his cock underneath the fabric.
 
Bhola’s hands instinctively came to rest on her waist.
 
Simran looked at him seriously, her voice soft but steady.
 
“Bhola… tujh ko control karna padega. Bahut zyada control. Aaj subah jo hua… agar Ravi ghar pe hota toh kya hota? Socha hai kabhi?”
“Bhola… you have to control yourself. A lot of control. What happened this morning… if Ravi had been at home, what would have happened? Have you ever thought about that?”
 
Bhola lowered his eyes and spoke quietly.
 
“Ji Bhabhi… main sorry hoon. Main control nahi kar paaya.”
“Ji Bhabhi… I’m sorry. I couldn’t control myself.”
 
Simran shook her head.
 
“Sorry se kuch nahi hoga Bhola. Agar ek baar Ravi ne humein aise pakad liya… toh sab khatam ho jayega. Hamesha ke liye. Main yeh nahi chahti ki sab khatam ho jaye. Main… main aage ka soch rahi hoon iske baare mein.”
“Sorry won’t fix anything, Bhola. If Ravi catches us like this even once… everything will be over. Forever. I don’t want everything to end. I… I’m thinking about the future regarding this.”
 
Bhola looked up at her, confused.

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“Future?”
 
Simran took a slow breath. She could feel his cock twitching and growing harder between her legs, pressing against her bare, wet pussy through his pants. She tried to ignore it and continued.
 
“Tera lund itna jaldi aur itna zor se khada ho jaata hai Bhola. Main isko handle nahi kar paati. Har baar yeh itna bada ho jaata hai… aur main control nahi kar paati. Main tujhe ek cheez karne dungi… jo tere problem ko bhi theek karega aur mera problem bhi solve karega.”
“Your cock gets hard so quickly and so strongly, Bhola. I can’t handle it. Every time it becomes so big… and I can’t control it. I’m going to let you do one thing… which will solve your problem as well as mine.”
 
Bhola looked at her, his confusion growing. His hands were still on her waist, and his cock was now fully hard, trapped between them.
 
“Woh kya hai Bhabhi?”
“What is it, Bhabhi?”
 
It was almost midday. The room was quiet except for the low hum of the ceiling fan. Simran was still straddling Bhola’s lap, her bare pussy pressed directly against the front of his pants. She could feel his cock twitching and growing thicker beneath her with every passing second.
 
She looked at him seriously, her voice low but firm.
 
“Bhola… tujhe apne is bade lund ko control karna padega. Yeh hamesha itna sakht kyun rehta hai? Har baar itna bada aur itna zor se khada ho jaata hai… main isko handle nahi kar paati. Iska thoda thanda karna padega.”
“Bhola… you have to control this big cock of yours. Why does it stay so hard all the time? Every time it becomes so big and so erect… I can’t handle it. We need to cool it down a bit.”
 
Bhola stayed quiet, just looking at her face. Simran took a slow breath and continued.
 
“Main ek baat tujhse kehna chahti hoon… lekin yeh baat tu kisi ko nahi batayega. Kabhi bhi nahi. Promise kar.”
“I want to tell you one thing… but you will not tell this to anyone. Ever. Promise me.”
 
Bhola nodded without hesitation.
 
“Ji Bhabhi… main kisi ko nahi bataunga. Aap jo bhi kahogi, woh sirf hum dono ke beech rahegi.”
“Yes Bhabhi… I won’t tell anyone. Whatever you say will stay only between us.”
 
Simran’s eyes became slightly moist. She spoke slowly, her voice carrying both pain and desire.
 
“Main bachcha chahti thi… bahut chahti thi. Lekin nahi ho paaya. Ravi aur main… medical reasons ki wajah se bachcha nahi kar paate. Doctor ne clear bata diya tha.”
“I wanted a child… I wanted it very much. But it didn’t happen. Ravi and I… because of medical reasons we can’t have a child. The doctor clearly told us.”
 
Bhola’s face immediately turned emotional. His hands tightened slightly on her waist.
 
“Bhabhi… yeh toh bahut badi baat hai. Aap itna dukh chhupa ke rakhti hain? Main… main kya kar sakta hoon? Aap bas bataiye. Main kuch bhi karunga aapke liye.”
“Bhabhi… this is a very big thing. You have been hiding so much pain? I… what can I do? Just tell me. I will do anything for you.”
 
Simran looked straight into his eyes. Her next words came out soft, almost trembling.
 
“Bhola… kya main tujhse ek favour maang sakti hoon?”
“Bhola… can I ask you for a favour?”
 
“Ji Bhabhi… aap jo maangogi, main de dunga. Aap bas boliye.”
“Yes Bhabhi… whatever you ask, I will give it. Just tell me.”
 
Simran’s voice dropped even lower. She could feel his cock now fully hard beneath her, thick and heavy, pressing up against her bare pussy lips through the fabric of his pants.
 
“Tu mujhe ek bachcha de sakta hai?”
“Can you give me a child?”
 
Bhola froze. He didn’t say anything, but his face clearly showed doubt and confusion. His eyes widened slightly as he looked at her.
 
Simran continued, her tone now a dangerous mix of vulnerability and seduction.
 
“Main chahti hoon ki yeh lund meri choot ke andar jaaye. Main chahti hoon ki tu mujhe apna bachcha de. Lekin yeh baat kisi ko nahi pata chalni chahiye. Ravi ko bilkul nahi pata chalna chahiye… warna woh toot jayega. Main usko itna dukh nahi de sakti.”
“I want this cock to go inside my pussy. I want you to give me your child. But no one should ever come to know about this. Especially not Ravi… otherwise he will be shattered. I cannot give him that much pain.”
 
She paused for a second, then spoke even more directly.
 
“Lekin main bahut darti hoon Bhola… tera lund itna bada aur mota hai. Main sochti hoon ki yeh meri choot ko phaad dega. Main handle nahi kar paungi. Isliye main chahti hoon ki tu kuch videos dekh le… jaise log badi choot mein lund kaise daalte hain, kaise dheere-dheere andar lete hain. Tu seekh le. Main chahti hoon ki tu mujhe dard kam ho aur andar tak le sake.”
“But I am very scared, Bhola… your cock is so big and thick. I think it will tear my pussy. I won’t be able to handle it. That’s why I want you to watch some videos… how people put big cocks inside pussies, how they take it in slowly. You learn. I want you to be able to put it inside me with less pain.”
 
Bhola was breathing heavily now. His cock had become painfully hard under her weight. Simran could feel the thick, long shaft trapped between them, pressing firmly against her wet pussy lips. Every time she shifted slightly on his lap, her bare cunt rubbed along the length of his cock through his pants.
 
She continued teasing him, her voice turning softer but more filthy.
 
“Tera yeh lund hamesha itna sakht kyun rehta hai Bhola? Dekh na… abhi bhi itna bada ho gaya hai. Main iske upar baithi hoon aur yeh neeche daba ja raha hai meri wajah se. Itna mota hai ki meri choot ke upar se bhi feel ho raha hai. Tu isko kaise sambhalta hai roz?”
“Why does this cock of yours stay so hard all the time, Bhola? Look… it has become so big again. I’m sitting on it and it’s pressing down because of me. It’s so thick that I can feel it even from the top of my pussy. How do you manage it every day?”
 
She slowly moved her hips in a small circle, deliberately rubbing her wet pussy lips along the hard ridge of his cock trapped inside his pants. Bhola’s breathing became rougher. His hands gripped her waist tighter.
 
Simran leaned in closer, her lips near his ear, and whispered,
 
“Main chahti hoon ki tu apna yeh bada, kala, mota lund meri choot mein daale… lekin dheere-dheere. Main darti hoon ki yeh mujhe phaad dega. Isliye tu videos dekh lena. Seekh lena kaise andar daalna hai bina zyada dard diye. Samjha?”
“I want you to put this big, black, thick cock of yours inside my pussy… but slowly. I’m scared it will tear me. So watch videos. Learn how to put it inside without too much pain. Understood?”
 
Bhola’s cock was now throbbing violently under her. It was so hard that it was being pressed flat against his stomach because of her weight sitting on it. Simran could feel every thick vein, every twitch of that massive rod rubbing against her bare, dripping pussy.
 
She stayed sitting on his lap, slowly grinding her wet cunt along the length of his trapped cock while looking into his eyes, waiting for his answer.
 
Bhola couldn’t hold back any longer.
 
He grabbed Simran’s face with both hands and kissed her deeply, his tongue pushing into her mouth with raw hunger. While kissing her, his hands slid down to the thin shoulder straps of her short frock. In one rough motion, he yanked both straps down her arms.
 
The front of the frock collapsed instantly. Her heavy, milk-swollen breasts spilled out completely, bouncing freely in front of his face.
 
Bhola didn’t waste a single second. He scooped up her right breast with both hands, lifting the massive, soft globe, and latched onto the dark, leaking nipple like a starving man.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

“Aaahhhhhhh…!” Simran squeaked loudly, her body jerking in his lap as he sucked hard.
 
He pulled on her nipple with powerful, long sucks, drawing thick streams of warm milk straight into his mouth. The wet, greedy sounds filled the room — loud, filthy slurps mixed with Simran’s broken moans.
 
“Ummmm… gluck… slurrrrp… mmmphhh…”
 
Simran’s hand came to the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair as she pressed him harder against her tit.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… tu hamesha meri chuchiyan choosta rehta hai… aaahhh… dekh na… teri wajah se yeh dono itni badi aur bhari ho gayi hain… pehle se bhi zyada soft aur moti ho gayi hain… aaahhh… choos le… pi le mera doodh…”
“Aaahhh… Bhola… you always keep sucking my boobs… aaahhh… look… because of you both have become so big and heavy… much softer and thicker than before… aaahhh… suck… drink my milk…”
 
Hearing her words made Bhola even more aggressive. He squeezed the soft, jelly-like flesh of her right breast hard, forcing more milk to spray into his mouth. Then he released the right one with a wet pop and immediately scooped out her left breast as well.
 
Now both of her massive tits were fully out, hanging heavily over the bunched-up frock. The shoulder straps were stuck around her upper arms, squeezing her breasts together and pushing them forward like an obscene offering — two huge, soft, milky-white melons presented perfectly for him.
 
Her breasts were breathtaking. Heavy yet incredibly soft, like warm jelly that jiggled and swayed with every movement. The skin was smooth and creamy, with faint blue veins visible under the surface. Her dark, thick nipples were fully erect and glistening, leaking tiny white beads of milk even when not being sucked. Each time Bhola pulled hard on one, the entire breast stretched forward into a lewd cone shape before bouncing back heavily when he released it.
 
Bhola switched between them like a man possessed — sucking one nipple deep and hard while mauling the other with his strong hand, pinching and tugging the nipple, making milk spray across his face and her chest.
 
“Slurrrrp… gluck… aaahhh Bhabhi… aapki chuchiyan itni soft aur rasili hain… doodh itna meetha aur garam… main inko din bhar choos sakta hoon…”
“Slurrrrp… gluck… aaahhh Bhabhi… your boobs are so soft and juicy… the milk is so sweet and warm… I can suck them the whole day…”
 
Simran was moaning continuously, her head thrown back, hips grinding slowly on his lap.
 
“Yes Bhola… drink my milk… pi le sab… aaahhh… choos le zor se… meri badi-badi chuchiyan teri hain… aaahhh… finish them… pi le pura doodh… aaahhh… tu inko aur bada kar dega aise choos ke…”
“Yes Bhola… drink my milk… drink it all… aaahhh… suck hard… my big-big boobs are yours… aaahhh… finish them… drink all the milk… aaahhh… you’ll make them even bigger by sucking like this…”
 
Her breasts were getting redder from his rough sucking and squeezing. The nipples were swollen and even darker now, extremely sensitive. Every hard pull made her squeak and moan, her pussy leaking fresh cream onto the front of his pants as she rubbed herself against his trapped, rock-hard cock.
 
Bhola kept switching rapidly — sucking one tit deep into his mouth, cheeks hollowing with the force, then moving to the other, leaving the previous nipple shiny, wet, and leaking. Milk was running down his chin, dripping onto his chest, and coating Simran’s stomach.
 
He was drinking from her like he wanted to empty her completely.
 
And Simran was lost in the filthy pleasure of it, pressing her leaking tits harder into his hungry mouth.
 
Simran was breathing hard, her heavy breasts heaving as Bhola sucked hungrily on her left nipple. Milk was flowing freely into his mouth, but she suddenly forced his head back, dislodging him from her swollen, sensitive nipple with a wet pop.
 
“Bhola… bas… ab wait kar,” she said, her voice shaky but firm. She stood up from his lap on trembling legs, pulling the straps of her short frock back up over her shoulders. Her breasts were still out for a moment, red and glistening with his spit and her milk, before she adjusted the fabric to cover them.
 
“Humein khana pakana bhi hai aur khana bhi. Yeh aise nahi chalega. Tu har baar aise hi shuru kar deta hai… meri chuchiyan choosne lag jaata hai. Yeh mujhe bahut wet kar deta hai… main control nahi kar paati.”
“We need to cook and eat also. This can’t go on like this. You always start like this… the moment you start sucking my boobs. It makes me so wet… I can’t control myself.”
 
 
The moment she said that, Bhola’s eyes darkened again. He dropped to his knees right in front of her, lifted the hem of her short frock, and stared at her completely bare, dripping pussy. Her swollen pink lips were glistening with thick, creamy white juices, some of it already trickling down her inner thighs.
 
He reached out with one finger, clearly intending to push it inside her soaked hole.
 
Simran quickly stepped back and pushed his hand away.
 
“Nahi Bhola… ab nahi. Agar tu ab karega toh main khud ko rok nahi paungi. Control kar. Please.”
“No Bhola… not now. If you do it now, I won’t be able to stop myself. Control it. Please.”
 
Bhola looked up at her with guilty but hungry eyes.
 
“Sorry Bhabhi… main phir se control nahi kar paaya.”
“Sorry Bhabhi… I couldn’t control myself again.”
 
Simran sighed softly, still breathing heavily.
 
“It’s okay. Lekin promise kar mujhe… tu control karega. Jab bhi main bolun, tabhi touch karega. Samjha?”
“It’s okay. But promise me… you will control yourself. You will touch only when I say. Understood?”
 
Bhola nodded obediently.
 
“Ji Bhabhi… main promise karta hoon.”
 
Simran smiled a little, still flushed.
 
“Ab dekh… maine jo kaha tha na… aaj raat tu woh karna jo maine bola tha. Mujhe dard mat dena jab tu andar daalega. Dheere-dheere karna. Videos dekh lena samajhne ke liye.”
“Now listen… what I told you… tonight you have to do what I said. Don’t hurt me when you put it inside. Do it slowly. Watch videos to understand.”
 
She leaned down, held his face with both hands, and kissed him softly at first, then deeper. Bhola returned the kiss hungrily, their tongues meeting again for a long, passionate smooch. They stayed like that for a good minute — kissing, tasting each other, breathing heavily into each other’s mouths — before Simran finally pulled back.
 
“Ab chalo… kaam karte hain.”
“Now come… let’s get to work.”
 
She adjusted her frock properly, covering her breasts and ass as much as the short dress allowed, and went to the kitchen. Bhola followed quietly.
 
For the next couple of hours, they cooked lunch together. Surprisingly, there was no hanky-panky. No sudden grabbing of breasts, no lifting of the frock, no sneaky touches. Bhola remained respectful and focused on helping her — chopping vegetables, stirring pots, and staying on his side of the counter. Simran felt a strange mix of relief and slight disappointment at how well he was controlling himself.
 
They ate lunch quietly. After eating, Simran felt extremely tired and drained from the intense morning.
 
“Main thora rest lene jar ahi hu,”
“I’m going to rest for some time,” she told him softly.
 
Bhola nodded.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

“Ji Bhabhi. Aap araam karo. Main sab sambhal lunga.”
“Yes Bhabhi. You rest. I’ll handle everything.”
 
Simran went upstairs to her bedroom, closed the door, and lay down on the bed. The events of the morning kept playing in her head — Bhola’s rough sucking, his tongue in her pussy, his massive cock in her mouth, the risky phone call with Ravi. Her body was exhausted, but her mind was still buzzing.
 
She closed her eyes and slowly drifted off into a deep, much-needed sleep.
 
It was evening when Simran finally woke up. The room was dimly lit by the setting sun filtering through the curtains. She stretched lazily on the bed and immediately felt the sticky humidity on her skin. The day had been hot and the intense morning activities had left her sweaty and slightly sore. She decided to take a long, refreshing bath.
 
She spent a good amount of time in the bathroom. She washed herself thoroughly, making sure every inch of her body was clean. She carefully trimmed her pussy, shaping the soft hair neatly so her swollen pink lips looked smooth and inviting. She soaped her heavy breasts, her round ass, and between her thighs with extra care, then applied a fragrant jasmine body wash that left her skin glowing and smelling sweet and seductive.
 
As the warm water ran over her body, her mind was made up.
 
Today I’m going to take Bhola as my lover. Not just for sucking my milk… but completely. I want that huge cock inside me. I want him to fuck me and give me the baby Ravi can’t. But I’m not stupid… I already took the pill after lunch. I’m not ready to get pregnant yet, but I do want to feel him deep inside me.
 
She dried herself slowly, enjoying the feel of the towel on her sensitive skin. She chose a short, smooth red nightie — the one she often wore at home. It was soft and silky, clinging gently to her curves. Today, she deliberately skipped the panty. The nightie was short enough that it barely covered the lower curve of her ass, and because her breasts were so full and heavy, her thick nipples poked prominently through the thin fabric. The dress hugged her juicy ass perfectly, the material stretching over the round globes. Her milky-white, strong thighs looked incredibly smooth and soft — so flawless that it felt like one could slip just by running their hands over them.
 
She stood in front of the mirror and added the final touches: deep red nail polish on her fingers and toes, and dark eyeliner that made her eyes look even more seductive and smoky. She let her hair fall loosely over her shoulders. When she looked at herself, she felt a rush of heat between her legs.
 
She was dripping with sex — a beautiful, fertile, married woman dressed like pure temptation, ready for her young lover.
 
Bhola came upstairs quietly with a glass of warm milk mixed with the special powder. He knocked softly and entered when she told him to come in.
 
The moment he saw her, his eyes widened slightly. The short red nightie, the way her nipples poked through the fabric, the smooth expanse of her thighs, the dark seductive eyes — she looked breathtaking. But Bhola, being Bhola, didn’t say anything dramatic. He just stood there, living completely in the moment, holding the glass of milk.
 
Simran smiled softly at him. Both of them had unconsciously decided the same thing — no more heavy planning. If it happened, it would happen naturally. If not, then not.
 
She took the glass from his hand, her fingers brushing against his.
 
“Thank you, Bhola,” she said gently, taking a sip while looking at him over the rim of the glass.
 
The air in the room was thick with unspoken desire. Simran’s bare pussy was already starting to get wet again under the short nightie, and Bhola’s cock was slowly stirring inside his pants as he stood close to her, breathing in her jasmine scent.
 
Neither of them rushed anything.
 
They were simply there — a married woman and her servant, standing on the edge of something much deeper.
 
Simran took the glass of warm milk from Bhola’s hand and drank it slowly in front of him, her eyes locked with his. A few drops of the thick, white milk escaped the corner of her mouth and ran down her chin. When she lowered the glass, her full, red lips were glistening with a shiny layer of milk, making them look obscenely wet and inviting.
 
Bhola stared at her lips, completely mesmerized. In his mind, he replaced the milk with his own thick, creamy cum — imagining her beautiful red lips coated and dripping with his heavy load, strings of it stretching from her mouth as she tried to swallow everything he gave her.
 
*Can I produce enough for her mouth… and then for her pussy?* he thought. He had read online that the more cum a woman receives, especially deep inside, the higher the chances of pregnancy. It needed to be done often — very often. That thought made his already stirring cock twitch harder in his pants. Luckily, he had been regularly drinking the special herbal powder his Komal Bhabhi had given him back in the village — the one meant to increase virility and semen volume. He felt stronger, heavier down there, and ready.
 
Simran noticed his intense stare and tilted her head slightly.
 
“Bhola… kya hua? Aise kyun dekh rahe ho mujhe?”
“Bhola… what happened? Why are you looking at me like this?”
 
Bhola snapped back to reality but didn’t answer with words. Instead, he stepped closer, took the empty glass from her hand, and placed it on the side table. Without warning, he leaned in and licked her upper lip slowly, tasting the sweet milk mixed with her own taste.
 
Simran gasped, taken aback by his bold move.
 
“Bhola…!”
 
But he didn’t stop. He sucked her upper lip gently into his mouth, cleaning the milk off it with his tongue, then moved to the lower lip, sucking it softly too. His hands came up and grabbed her waist firmly, pulling her body against his.
 
The sudden pull lifted the hem of her short red nightie higher. In the mirror behind Simran, her beautiful, round ass came into full view — two perfect, milky-white globes that were incredibly plush and full. The ass had a deep, sexy curve where it rose outward from her lower back, creating a delicious shelf. It looked so soft and velvety that it begged to be grabbed, yet firm enough to jiggle beautifully with every movement. Even standing still, the cheeks were so thick and juicy that they pressed together naturally, almost completely hiding her bare pussy lips from behind. One hard slap on those cheeks would make them ripple and shake like jelly, then settle back into their perfect, heart-shaped fullness.
 
Bhola’s hands slid down from her waist to cup those magnificent ass cheeks from below, squeezing them possessively as he continued sucking on her lips.
 
Simran moaned softly into his mouth, her body trembling.
 
Her heavy breasts were also pushed up and forward by the way he was holding her, the thin red nightie stretched tight over them, her thick nipples poking out obscenely, still slightly sensitive and leaking tiny drops of milk from his earlier sucking.
 
Bhola broke the kiss for a second, breathing heavily against her lips, his voice low and rough.
 
“Bhabhi… aapke lips pe doodh lag gaya tha… main saaf kar raha tha…”
“Bhabhi… there was milk on your lips… I was cleaning it…”
 
But his hands kept kneading her plush ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh, spreading her cheeks slightly and letting them bounce back. In the mirror, the reflection was pure sin — Simran’s curvy body pressed against him, her big ass being mauled, her nightie barely covering anything anymore.
 
Simran’s breathing was ragged. She could feel his massive, rock-hard cock pressing against her stomach through his pants, throbbing with need. She knew tonight was going to be dangerous… but she was no longer sure she wanted to stop it.
 
Simran closed her eyes for just a moment, trying to steady her breathing. That was all the invitation Bhola needed.
 
He leaned in and captured her lower lip between his own, sucking it gently at first, then harder. Her lips were so thick and full, soft like the juicy pulp of a ripe leeche — sweet, plump, and incredibly addictive. He pulled on it slowly, savouring the feel, before planting a full, deep kiss on her mouth.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

The moment their lips met properly, Simran’s tongue came out shyly, probing forward. It met Bhola’s tongue and they tangled instantly — hot, wet, and hungry. Their mouths danced together in a filthy, passionate kiss. Tongues sliding, sucking, licking each other’s lips and exploring deeply. Soft, wet sounds filled the room as they devoured one another.
 
“Mmmphhh… ummmm…” Simran moaned into his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders.
 
Bhola pulled her even closer, and suddenly they lost balance. Still locked in the kiss, they fell back onto the bed. Simran landed on top of him with a soft bounce.
 
Her heavy breasts heaved and almost spilled completely out of the already low neckline of the red nightie, the soft, milky flesh jiggling lewdly. At the same time, the short hem of her nightie rode all the way up her back, completely exposing her round, plush ass to the cool air.
 
Bhola didn’t stop kissing her even for a second. One of his hands slid up her spine, fingers tracing her smooth skin until they reached the back of her neck, holding her head in place as he kissed her deeper. His other hand moved straight down to her now fully exposed, naked ass globes.
 
He groaned into her mouth as he grabbed two big handfuls of her juicy ass. The flesh was incredibly soft yet firm — like warm velvet mixed with soft jelly. His strong fingers sank deep into the plush cheeks, kneading and spreading them apart as he kissed her.
 
In the mirror across the room, the view was pure filth: Simran’s beautiful, milky-white ass was being spread wide by Bhola’s hands. Her pink, swollen pussy lips were clearly visible, glistening with fresh arousal, the tight little rosebud of her asshole winking just above it every time he squeezed and pulled her cheeks apart.
 
Bhola shifted further back on the bed, pulling Simran with him so she was fully on top. Both his hands were now dedicated to mauling her naked ass — squeezing, rubbing, spreading, and occasionally slapping the soft flesh lightly, making it jiggle beautifully.
 
“Mmmphhh… aaahhh…” Simran moaned into the kiss, her hips grinding involuntarily against the massive bulge in his pants.
 
Bhola finally broke the long, wet kiss, both of them breathing heavily. Without warning, he grabbed the hem of her red nightie and started pulling it upward slowly. Simran, lost in the heat, raised her arms involuntarily, letting him slide the silky fabric up and over her head. He threw the nightie aside.
 
Now Simran was completely naked on top of him, except for the thin gold mangalsutra hanging between her deep, heavy cleavage — the sacred symbol of her marriage resting on her breasts while she straddled her servant.
 
Bhola’s eyes darkened with pure lust. He immediately leaned up and attacked her breasts — but not by sucking them right away. Instead, he circled the tip of his tongue teasingly around her left nipple, tracing slow, wet circles around the dark, sensitive areola without touching the stiff peak. He did the same to the right one, licking and teasing mercilessly.
 
Then he dragged his tongue down into her deep cleavage, licking the soft skin between her massive tits, tasting the faint trace of milk and sweat. He moved upward again, licking along her collarbone and then to her neck, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive skin just below her ear.
 
Simran squirmed wildly on top of him, her naked pussy rubbing against the hard ridge of his cock through his pants. Her moans were soft, needy, and continuous.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… tu kya kar raha hai… aaahhh… meri chuchiyan… aaahhh… itna tease mat kar… aaahhh… neck pe mat choos… aaahhh…”
“Aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… what are you doing… aaahhh… my boobs… aaahhh… don’t tease so much… aaahhh… don’t suck on my neck… aaahhh…”
 
Her body was trembling with pleasure as Bhola continued his slow, torturous worship of her neck, cleavage, and the sensitive skin around her nipples, driving her crazy with need.
 
Simran was losing her mind.
 
Bhola’s hot mouth on her neck, sucking and licking that sensitive spot, was driving her crazy. Her pussy was dripping, her nipples aching, and her body was burning with need.
 
She suddenly pushed his shoulders forcefully, making him sit up on the bed. Before he could react, Simran climbed onto his lap again and started stripping him with impatient hands.
 
She pulled his T-shirt up and over his head in one rough motion, throwing it aside. Her hands moved to his pants, fumbling with the button and zipper. Bhola tried to kiss her again, but she dodged slightly, kissing him back while still focused on getting his clothes off. She yanked his pants and underwear down together. Bhola lifted his hips to help her, and soon both were tossed away.
 
Now Bhola was completely naked from head to toe in front of her.
 
His massive 12-inch black cock stood proudly, pointing straight toward the ceiling like a thick, veiny obelisk. It was rock hard, the dark skin stretched tight over bulging veins, the fat purple head already leaking a steady stream of thick precum. The heavy balls hung below, full and tight. The sight was intimidating and mouth-wateringly obscene.
 
Simran stared at it for a long second but didn’t touch it yet. She was breathing heavily, trying to keep some control.
 
Bhola, however, had reached his limit.
 
In one swift move, he grabbed her waist, turned her around, and pushed her forward onto the bed. Simran ended up on her knees, face down on the mattress, her plump ass raised high in the air in a perfect doggy position. Her short red nightie had ridden all the way up her back, completely exposing her magnificent heart-shaped ass and dripping pussy.
 
Bhola groaned at the sight.
 
He reached forward with both hands and grabbed her gigantic, milky-white ass cheeks. His fingers dug deep into the soft, plush flesh, spreading them wide apart. The sight was breathtaking — her round ass opened up, revealing her swollen pink pussy lips glistening with thick white cream and her tight little pink asshole winking above it.
 
He wanted to bury his face in it immediately, but he held back.
 
Instead, he leaned in and blew a slow, hot stream of air directly onto her exposed, dripping pussy.
 
“Aaahhhhh… Bholaaa…!” Simran moaned loudly, her body jerking forward.
 
He started kissing her everywhere except where she wanted it most — soft, wet kisses on the back of her thighs, the lower curve of her ass, the inner thighs, right next to her leaking pussy but never on it. His hot breath and teasing lips were driving her insane.
 
Simran’s pussy was getting wetter by the second. Thick, creamy juices were visibly dripping down her thighs now. Her swollen pink lips were parting slightly, begging for attention.
 
“Bhola… aaahhh… kya kar raha hai… aaahhh… meri waha pe kiss kar… please…”
“Bhola… aaahhh… what are you doing… aaahhh… kiss me there… please…”
 
She tried to push back against his face, but Bhola pressed a firm hand on her lower back, keeping her exactly where he wanted — ass up, face down, completely at his mercy.
 
He blew another slow stream of air across her dripping cunt, then kissed the sensitive skin right beside her pussy lips, teasing her mercilessly.
 
Simran was moaning loudly now, almost angrily.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… bastard… aaahhh… mat sata… aaahhh… waha choos na… aaahhh… tu mujhe paagal kar dega… aaahhh…!”
“Aaahhh… Bhola… you bastard… aaahhh… don’t tease me… aaahhh… suck there… aaahhh… you’re going to drive me crazy… aaahhh…!”
 
Her grunting, frustrated moans mixed with desperate pleasure as Bhola continued his slow, torturous teasing — kissing, licking, and blowing hot air all around her aching, leaking pussy while keeping her ass spread wide open with his strong hands.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Her beautiful, heart-shaped ass jiggled every time she tried to move, the soft flesh rippling under his grip. The contrast of her milky white skin against his darker hands was incredibly erotic.
 
Simran was shaking with need, pushing her ass back desperately, but Bhola kept control, enjoying every frustrated moan and grunt coming from his married Bhabhi.
 
Simran couldn’t take the teasing anymore.
 
With a frustrated whimper, she pushed herself up, turned around, and shoved Bhola down onto his back. Before he could react, she climbed over him in one fluid motion, swinging one leg over his head until her bare, dripping pussy was hovering directly above his face. At the same time, she bent forward, her heavy breasts hanging down as she reached for his cock.
 
Bhola barely had time to register what was happening before Simran lowered herself onto his mouth.
 
The moment her warm, wet pussy touched his lips, Bhola groaned deeply and grabbed her thick thighs, pulling her down firmly onto his face. Simran gasped as she felt his hot mouth open beneath her.
 
“Aaahhh…!”
 
She didn’t have time to adjust. Bhola’s tongue immediately dragged a long, slow lick from the bottom of her pussy all the way up to her clit. The sensation was so sudden and intense that her arms nearly gave out.
 
Simran’s face was now right above his massive cock. It stood tall and angry, the thick black shaft glistening under the dim light. A fat drop of precum had formed at the tip and was slowly running down the side of the swollen head. She stared at it for a second, her breathing shaky, before leaning down.
 
She stuck her tongue out and gently licked the precum off the tip.
 
The taste was strong — slightly salty, a little sweet, and unmistakably masculine. Simran closed her eyes and licked it again, slower this time, letting her tongue swirl around the fat head to gather every bit of the sticky fluid. A soft, involuntary moan escaped her throat.
 
“Mmmhh…”
 
Bhola’s tongue was working steadily beneath her. He wasn’t rushing. His tongue moved in long, deliberate strokes, lapping at her swollen pussy lips like he was savouring her. Her pussy was already soaked — thick, creamy white juices coated her folds, and every time his tongue dragged through them, wet, messy sounds filled the room.
 
“Slurrrrp… gluck… mmmphhh…”
 
The smell of her arousal was strong and intoxicating — warm, musky, and sweet, mixed with the faint jasmine scent from her bath. Her pussy lips were puffy and pink, glistening with her nectar. Every time Bhola spread her ass cheeks wider with his hands, her hole opened slightly, revealing how wet and ready she was inside.
 
Simran tried to focus on his cock, but Bhola’s tongue was making it difficult. She wrapped one hand around the thick base of his shaft — or at least tried to. Her fingers couldn’t even meet around his girth. She gave it a slow stroke while her tongue kept licking the leaking tip, collecting every fresh drop of precum that oozed out.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola…” she moaned softly, her voice shy and breathless.
 
She opened her mouth and took the fat head between her lips. It was so thick that her jaw stretched almost immediately. She sucked gently, her tongue pressing against the underside of the head as she tried to take more of him. A fresh spurt of precum coated her tongue, and she swallowed it with a soft, muffled sound.
 
“Mmmphhh…”
 
Beneath her, Bhola was getting more aggressive. He pulled her down harder onto his face, his tongue pushing between her pussy lips and licking deep inside her. He was drinking her juices noisily, the wet sounds growing louder as he lapped at her like a man who had been starving for this taste. Every now and then, his nose would brush against her clit, making her hips jerk.
 
Simran’s moans were getting louder, but they remained soft and feminine — sweet, breathy sounds rather than vulgar words.
 
“Aaahhh… ummmm… aaahhh… Bhola…”
 
Her ass was spread wide over his face, her thick cheeks resting on either side of his head. Every time she moaned and shifted, her pussy rubbed against his mouth, smearing her creamy juices all over his lips and chin. Bhola didn’t seem to mind — if anything, he was licking her even more hungrily, his tongue moving in slow, heavy strokes that made her thighs tremble.
 
Simran tried to suck him deeper, but his cock was simply too big. She could only manage to take the head and a couple of inches into her mouth. Still, she sucked on what she could reach with genuine hunger, her hand stroking the rest of his thick shaft while her tongue swirled around the leaking tip.
 
Every time she tasted a fresh drop of his precum, she let out a soft, satisfied moan around his cock.
 
“Mmmhh… aaahhh…”
 
Bhola’s hands were gripping her ass tightly now, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he held her in place and continued devouring her pussy. His tongue would sometimes flick rapidly over her clit, then slide down to push inside her again, fucking her slowly with it. The combination was making Simran’s mind go blank.
 
She pulled her mouth off his cock for a moment, breathing heavily, a thin string of saliva and precum connecting her lips to his glistening head. She licked her lips, tasting him again, then leaned back down and took him into her mouth once more, sucking with more enthusiasm this time.
 
Her moans vibrated around his cock as Bhola continued to lap at her dripping pussy without any sign of stopping.
 
The room was filled with the wet, filthy sounds of both of them — her soft sucking and moaning, and his loud, hungry licking as he ate her from below.
 
Simran’s body was trembling on top of him, her heavy breasts hanging and swaying slightly with every movement, her mangalsutra dangling between them as she continued to worship his cock with her mouth while he feasted on her pussy.
 
Simran was completely lost in the moment.
 
She was bent over Bhola’s body, her heavy breasts hanging down and brushing against his stomach, while her mouth worked on his thick cock. She had already taken the fat head and a few inches inside, but she wanted more. She tried to push her head down further, taking almost half of his massive length into her mouth. The thick shaft stretched her lips obscenely wide. Her jaw was aching, but she kept going.
 
“Mmmphhh… gluck… mmmhh…”
 
She gagged softly as the fat head touched the back of her throat. Her eyes watered, but she didn’t pull away completely. She took a breath through her nose and tried again, slowly forcing another inch inside. Saliva was dripping down his shaft, coating his balls as she sucked him with wet, messy sounds.
 
Bhola groaned into her pussy.
 
At the same time, his strong hands grabbed her thick, plush ass cheeks and spread them wide apart. Simran’s pink, glistening pussy was already open and dripping, but Bhola’s attention moved lower. He stared at her tight, untouched pink asshole for a second before leaning up and dragging his tongue right over it.
 
Simran’s entire body jerked.
 
“Aaahhh…!” she moaned loudly around his cock, the sound muffled and broken.
 
Bhola didn’t stop. He licked her asshole again, slower this time, pressing the flat of his tongue against the sensitive ring before circling it. One of his hands moved up and grabbed her hanging breast, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh while his tongue continued to lap at her asshole.
 
Simran was shaking.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

She tried to focus on sucking his cock, but the feeling of his tongue on her most private place was too much. She took his cock deeper into her mouth again, almost halfway, and gagged once more. Thick strings of spit ran down his shaft as she pulled back slightly, only to try taking him in again.
 
“Gluck… mmmphhh… aaahhh…”
 
Bhola’s tongue was relentless. He licked from her dripping pussy all the way up to her asshole in long, slow strokes, then focused on her tight hole, pushing his tongue against it. At the same time, he kept mauling her hanging breasts — squeezing them, tugging on her sensitive nipples, and making milk leak out onto his stomach.
 
Simran’s moans were getting louder and more desperate, though still soft and feminine.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… yeh mat karo… aaahhh… main… aaahhh…”
 
Her thighs started trembling violently. Bhola could feel her pussy clenching around his tongue every time he licked her asshole. He pushed two fingers inside her soaked cunt while his tongue kept working on her ass, and that was the final push.
 
Simran’s orgasm hit her hard.
 
Her body suddenly went stiff on top of him. A broken, high-pitched moan escaped her mouth even with his cock still inside it.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bholaaa… main… main jhad rahi hoon… aaahhh…!”
 
Her pussy convulsed and a thick, creamy squirt mixed with her juices gushed out onto Bhola’s mouth and chin. Her asshole clenched and fluttered right against his tongue as she came. Her whole body was shaking uncontrollably.
 
Bhola didn’t move away. He kept his mouth open and lapped up everything she gave him, drinking her juices noisily while she came on his face. At the same time, his hands continued to squeeze and play with her hanging breasts, milking them as milk dripped from her nipples onto his chest.
 
Simran was moaning continuously, her voice soft and overwhelmed.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… ruk ja… aaahhh… main mar jaungi… aaahhh…”
 
Even while she was cumming, she didn’t let go of his cock completely. She kept it in her mouth, sucking weakly through her orgasm, her tongue lazily licking the underside of his thick shaft as her body trembled on top of him.
 
Bhola’s face was shiny and wet with her juices. He continued licking her through the aftershocks, occasionally moving his tongue between her pussy and her asshole while his hands kept squeezing her soft, heavy breasts.
 
Simran was breathing heavily, her face resting against his thigh as she slowly came down from her orgasm. His massive cock was still resting against her lips, wet with her spit. She gave it a soft, shaky kiss on the head before opening her mouth again, trying to take him back inside.
 
She was still shaking, but she wasn’t done with him yet.
 
Simran was still breathing heavily from her orgasm, her body trembling slightly on top of Bhola. His massive cock rested against her lips, thick and hard, glistening with her spit. She could feel it throbbing against her cheek.
 
As she slowly licked along the underside of his shaft, her hand wandered lower. Her fingers brushed against the sensitive stretch of skin between his heavy balls and his asshole — the perineum. The moment her fingertips pressed there and rubbed in slow circles, Bhola’s hips jerked violently upward.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhabhi!” he groaned loudly into her pussy.
 
His cock suddenly thrust up, pushing the fat head deeper into Simran’s mouth without warning. She gagged softly but didn’t pull away. Instead, she kept her lips wrapped around him and continued rubbing that same spot with her fingers.
 
She had found it.
 
Simran realized that whenever she pressed and rubbed that sensitive area, Bhola’s body reacted on its own — his hips would thrust upward, fucking her mouth even though she wasn’t moving her head much. It was like a trigger.
 
A shy, wicked little thrill ran through her.
 
She started licking his cock more deliberately now — long, slow strokes from the base all the way up to the leaking tip, her tongue flat and wet. At the same time, her fingers kept rubbing that spot between his asshole and balls in firm, steady circles.
 
Bhola was losing control.
 
He grabbed her thick ass cheeks harder and buried his face completely into her pussy. His tongue pushed deep inside her hole, fucking her with it in long, wet strokes. He wasn’t teasing anymore — he was devouring her. Every few seconds, his tongue would slide up and lick her asshole before going back down to her dripping cunt.
 
“Slurrrrp… gluck… mmmphhh… aaahhh Bhabhi…”
 
Simran moaned softly around his cock as she felt him eating her so hungrily. She kept licking his thick shaft while her fingers worked that sensitive spot. Every time she pressed there, Bhola’s hips would thrust up hard, pushing more of his cock into her mouth.
 
She could feel him getting closer.
 
His balls were tightening, and his cock was throbbing more violently against her tongue. His thrusts were becoming faster and more desperate. Simran kept rubbing that spot and licking him, her mouth stretched wide around his thickness.
 
Bhola suddenly let out a deep, guttural groan against her pussy.
 
His hips snapped up hard.
 
Thick, hot cum erupted from his cock in powerful spurts.
 
The first heavy rope shot directly into Simran’s mouth. It was so much that her cheeks bulged slightly. She tried to swallow, but the second and third ropes came immediately after, thick and forceful. Cum overflowed from the corners of her lips and ran down his shaft.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhabhi… aaahhh…!” Bhola groaned loudly, his voice muffled between her thighs.
 
His hips kept thrusting upward in short, desperate motions, as if his body was trying to fuck her mouth even while he was cumming. More thick ropes of cum kept shooting out — heavy, creamy, and endless. It was clear he had been holding back for a long time.
 
Simran was struggling to keep up.
 
She swallowed as much as she could, but there was simply too much. Warm cum filled her mouth, some of it leaking out and dripping down onto his balls. She pulled her mouth back slightly, gasping for air, and thick strands of cum stretched between her lips and his cock. Without thinking, she leaned back down and started licking the cum off his shaft, lapping at it like she didn’t want to waste any.
 
Bhola was still cumming.
 
Another strong spurt hit her tongue as she licked him. Simran moaned softly, her eyes half-closed, as she continued licking and swallowing whatever she could. Some of his cum had landed on her chin and neck. She even licked that off her own skin before going back to his cock, cleaning him with slow, thorough licks.
 
Bhola’s hips were still twitching, giving small, involuntary thrusts upward even as the intensity of his orgasm began to fade. His tongue had gone lazy between her legs, gently lapping at her pussy and asshole while he came down from his high.
 
Simran stayed there, softly licking and kissing his still-twitching cock, tasting the thick, salty-sweet cum that coated her tongue. Her fingers had stopped rubbing that spot, but she kept gently massaging his balls as she cleaned him with her mouth.
 
She was breathing hard, her face messy with his cum, her lips shiny and swollen.
 
Bhola lay beneath her, chest rising and falling heavily, his face still buried between her thick thighs, occasionally giving her pussy soft, lazy licks as he recovered.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Neither of them spoke for a while.
 
Only the sound of their breathing could be heard in the room.
 
Simran slowly lifted herself off Bhola’s face, her thighs trembling. Her lips and chin were shiny with his thick cum. She wiped her mouth on the corner of the pillow, then leaned down and kissed him deeply, letting him taste himself on her tongue. The kiss was slow, messy, and full of heat.
 
She pulled back slightly and looked at him. Bhola’s chest was still rising and falling heavily — he looked a little tired after such an intense orgasm. But his massive cock was still rock hard, standing tall and proud, twitching with every heartbeat.
 
Simran smiled softly, a mix of shyness and determination in her eyes. She had made up her mind.
 
She slid down his body and took his cock back into her mouth. This time she sucked him gently, almost lovingly — like she was feeding a hungry baby that needed care to stay awake. Her soft, full lips wrapped around the fat head, sucking slowly and tenderly while her tongue swirled around the sensitive underside.
 
“Mmmhh…” she moaned softly around his thickness.
 
Whenever she felt him softening even a little, she would pull off his cock, move up, and push one of her heavy, leaking breasts into his mouth.
 
“Pi lo… doodh pi lo Bhola…” she whispered breathlessly.
“Drink it… drink the milk Bhola…”
 
Bhola latched on immediately, sucking her nipple hard. Warm milk flowed into his mouth, and the taste seemed to revive him. His cock would twitch and grow even harder in her hand. Simran would let him drink for a few seconds, then pull her tit away with a soft pop and go back down to his cock, licking and sucking him again with renewed hunger.
 
She was amazed.
 
No matter how much he came, his cock stayed incredibly hard. It would throb powerfully in her mouth, veins bulging, the head leaking fresh precum every time she sucked on it. She kept alternating — feeding him her milk, then worshipping his cock — her soft moans filling the room.
 
“Aaahhh… tum itna sakht kaise ho jaate ho har baar…”
“Aaahhh… how do you get so hard every time…”, she whispered shyly, almost in wonder, as she licked a long stripe up his thick shaft.
 
After several minutes of this teasing cycle, Simran finally pulled away from his cock. Her lips were swollen and shiny. She looked into his eyes, her voice soft but filled with need.
 
“Ab… mujhe chahiye… main chahti hoon ki tum ab karo…”
“Now… I want it… I want you to do it now…”
 
She lay down on her back in the center of the bed. Her short red nightie was already bunched around her waist. She folded her legs at the knees and let them fall open, completely exposing her smooth, dripping pussy to him. Her swollen pink lips were glistening, slightly parted, ready and waiting. The mangalsutra rested between her heavy breasts, rising and falling with her quick breaths.
 
Bhola got up on his knees between her spread thighs. He knew he couldn’t just push inside. Even though she was wet, his cock was simply too big. He needed to prepare her properly.
 
He leaned forward and started kissing her soft inner thighs — slow, wet kisses moving higher and higher. His hands gently caressed her legs as his mouth worshipped her smooth skin. He could smell her arousal clearly now — sweet, musky, and intoxicating.
 
His massive cock hovered just above her pussy, the thick head occasionally brushing against her swollen lips as he moved, leaving a trail of his precum on her skin.
 
Simran’s breathing was getting faster. She watched him with half-lidded eyes, her body trembling in anticipation as Bhola continued kissing and licking her thighs, slowly working his way closer to her dripping entrance.
 
His huge, dark cock rested heavily against her pussy now — the fat head nestled right at her wet opening, throbbing with need, ready to stretch her open.
 
Bhola knelt between Simran’s spread thighs, his massive cock still rock hard and glistening from her earlier sucking. He looked down at her naked body — her heavy breasts rising and falling, the thin gold mangalsutra resting between them, and her smooth, wet pussy completely exposed. A strange mix of lust and nervousness was visible on his face.
 
He slowly reached down and held his thick cock in his hand. Instead of pushing inside, he placed it flat against her lower abdomen, letting the heavy shaft rest over her pussy and stomach.
 
Simran’s eyes widened.
 
The contrast was shocking.
 
Bhola’s cock was so long and thick that it easily covered her entire pussy, went past her belly button, and still reached a good few inches above it. The fat, dark head rested somewhere between her navel and the lower curve of her breasts. It looked impossibly big against her smooth, fair stomach — like a thick, veiny black rod lying over her soft, delicate body.
 
Simran stared at it, her lips slightly parted in shock. She had felt it in her mouth and in her hands, but seeing it like this — placed over her stomach, showing exactly how deep it would go inside her — made her breath catch in her throat.
 
Bhola was also staring at the same sight. His face looked tense. His breathing had become heavier. He could feel the warmth of her soft stomach against his cock, and the reality of the size difference was hitting him hard.
 
Simran noticed the tension on his face. She reached up and gently touched his arm.
 
“Soch mat, Bhola…” she said softly, her voice shy but reassuring. “Tu mujhe chot nehi pahuchayega. Main theek rahungi. Dheere-dheere karna… theek hai?”
“Don’t think, Bhola…” she said softly, her voice shy but reassuring. “You won’t hurt me. I’ll be fine. Do it slowly… okay?”
 
Bhola looked into her eyes and gave a small nod, though the nervousness in his eyes hadn’t completely disappeared.
 
He didn’t push inside yet.
 
Instead, he held his cock and started rubbing the thick shaft slowly up and down along her wet pussy and lower stomach. The heavy length slid over her smooth skin, sometimes pressing against her swollen clit, sometimes just resting on her soft belly. He moved his hips in slow, controlled motions — dry humping her without actually entering.
 
Every time the underside of his cock dragged over her sensitive clit, Simran’s body trembled.
 
“Aaahhh…” she moaned softly, her eyes fluttering.
 
Bhola bent down over her while continuing to rub his cock against her. He kissed her neck first — slow, open-mouthed kisses along the side of her throat. Then he moved lower and kissed the soft skin between her breasts, right over her mangalsutra. His lips were warm and wet as he kissed the inner curves of her heavy breasts.
 
Simran’s hands came up and held the back of his head, her fingers gently running through his hair.
 
Bhola kept moving. He kissed one nipple, then the other, sucking on them gently for a few seconds each time, drawing small amounts of milk into his mouth before releasing them. All the while, his thick cock kept sliding back and forth over her wet pussy and stomach in slow, teasing strokes.
 
Simran’s moans were soft and continuous.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh…”
 
He came back up and kissed her lips. This time the kiss was deeper. Their tongues met and moved slowly against each other as he continued grinding his cock against her body. The head of his cock would sometimes catch against her clit, making her hips jerk upward slightly.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

This went on for several long minutes.
 
Bhola kept kissing her — her lips, her neck, her breasts — while his massive cock rubbed slowly and heavily over her pussy and stomach. Simran’s juices were coating the underside of his shaft, making the sliding smoother and wetter with every stroke. The room was filled with the soft, wet sounds of his cock moving against her and their quiet, breathy moans.
 
Simran’s body was burning with need.
 
She finally reached down between their bodies with one hand. Her fingers wrapped around his thick, heavy cock. She gently pulled it downward until the fat head was resting right at the entrance of her pussy.
 
She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire and nervousness.
 
“Ab… andar daal do,” she whispered softly.
“Now… put it inside,”
 
Bhola took a deep breath. Simran did the same.
 
He held his cock steady and slowly pushed forward.
 
The fat head pressed against her wet folds. Her pink pussy lips parted slowly as the thick head began to push inside. There was resistance — she was very tight compared to his size. Bhola pushed a little more firmly, and finally, the entire head slipped inside her.
 
“Aaahhh…” Simran gasped, her back arching slightly.
 
The head was now inside, stretching her entrance. Her pussy lips were wrapped tightly around the thick ridge of his cock head, holding it in place. Even though only the head had entered, it already felt incredibly full. The rest of his massive shaft was still outside, throbbing against her.
 
Both of them stayed completely still for a few seconds.
 
Bhola was breathing hard, his eyes fixed on where they were joined. He could feel how tight she was around just the head. It was nothing like the videos he had watched. This was real. She was warm, wet, and gripping him tightly.
 
Simran’s face showed a mix of pleasure and discomfort. She was biting her lower lip, her hands holding onto his arms.
 
Bhola looked at her with concern.
 
“Bhabhi… bahut tight hai…”
“Bhabhi… it’s very tight…”, he said quietly, his voice strained.
 
Simran nodded slowly, her voice soft and shaky.
 
“Haan… thoda ruk ja… dheere se…”
“Yes… stop for a bit… slowly…”
 
They both remained like that — connected only by the head of his cock inside her, the rest of his thick length still outside, resting against her. The tension in the room was thick. Neither of them moved. They were both aware that this was just the beginning, and there was still a long way to go.
 
Bhola stayed frozen in place, with only the thick head of his cock inside Simran’s pussy. He could feel how incredibly tight she was — her walls were gripping just the head so strongly that it almost felt like she was trying to push him out. He looked down at her face and saw the discomfort clearly written on it. His heart started beating faster with worry.
 
“Bhabhi… nahi… main aur andar nahi jaa sakta,” he said softly, his voice tense. “Bahut tight hai… aapko dard hoga.”
“Bhabhi… no… I can’t go any deeper,” he said softly, his voice tense. “It’s too tight… it will hurt you.”
 
Simran was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling. She looked up at him with pleading eyes.
 
“Bhola… please… andar daal do,”
“Bhola… please… put it inside,” she whispered.
 
Bhola shook his head slightly.
 
“Nahi Bhabhi… aap ro padengi. Yeh bahut bada hai aapke liye. Main aapko hurt nahi karna chahta.”
“No Bhabhi… you will cry. This is too big for you. I don’t want to hurt you.”
 
Simran’s frustration was growing along with the burning stretch between her legs. She reached up and held his face with both hands.
 
“Bhola… main bol rahi hoon na… daal do. Main handle kar lungi.”
“Bhola… I’m telling you… put it in. I’ll handle it.”
 
Bhola still looked unconvinced. He started to slowly pull his hips back, trying to take the head out. The moment he moved, Simran’s expression changed.
 
“Bhola… ruko!” she said, her voice rising. She quickly grabbed both of his thighs with her hands, stopping him from retreating. “Rukna mat… please.”
 
Bhola looked at her helplessly.
 
“Bhabhi… aap dard mein ho. Main dekh raha hoon.”
“Bhabhi… you are in pain. I can see it.”
 
Simran took a few deep breaths, trying to adjust to the thick intrusion. Her voice came out shaky but firm.
 
“Main theek ho jaungi… bas… dheere se karna. Videos mein jo dekha tha na… waisa karo. Main bol rahi hoon… rukna mat.”
“I’ll be fine… just… do it slowly. Do it the way you saw in the videos. I’m telling you… don’t stop.”
 
Bhola stared at her for a few seconds. He could see she was in pain, but he also knew that if he kept just the head inside like this, nothing would progress. Taking a deep breath, he nodded slowly.
 
“Thik hai Bhabhi… main dheere se try karta hoon.”
“Okay Bhabhi… I’ll try slowly.”
 
He stayed still for a moment, letting her get used to the stretch. Then he gently pushed forward again. Another inch slid inside her. Simran’s eyes squeezed shut and a sharp moan escaped her lips.
 
“Aaahhh…!”
 
Bhola immediately stopped.
 
“Ruk jaun?”
“Should I stop?”
 
Simran shook her head quickly, her fingers still gripping his thighs.
 
“Nahi… bas… ruk ja thoda… aaahhh…”
“No… just… stop for a moment… aaahhh…”
 
They stayed like that for almost a minute. Then Bhola slowly pulled back until only the head remained inside. Simran let out a long breath, as if she had been holding it. The moment he retreated, she felt a strange sense of relief mixed with emptiness.
 
Bhola waited a few seconds, then pushed forward again — a little deeper this time. Simran moaned again, louder this time. Her back arched slightly off the bed.
 
This became their rhythm.
 
Bhola would push in slowly and steadily, going a little deeper each time, then stay there for a few seconds before pulling back almost completely. Then he would push in again. He was being extremely careful, but even then, Simran’s pussy was gripping him so tightly that every movement felt intense for both of them.
 
Fifteen minutes passed like this.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Simran’s initial sharp cries had slowly changed. The pain was still there, but it was no longer the only thing she was feeling. Every time Bhola pushed in, a new kind of moan would escape her lips — longer, breathier, and mixed with something else. Her hands had moved from his thighs to the bedsheets, gripping them tightly.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… dheere… aaahhh…”
“Aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… slowly… aaahhh…”
 
Bhola could feel the change too. Her pussy was getting wetter, and the grip around his cock was becoming smoother, though still extremely tight. He could see her face — her eyes were half-closed now, and her moans were becoming more frequent.
 
He decided it was time to go deeper.
 
Instead of the slow push-and-retreat method, he started applying steady pressure, trying to push more of his thick shaft inside her. But after a certain point, he couldn’t go any further. It felt like he had hit a wall inside her. Simran’s body immediately reacted — she grabbed the bedsheets harder and tried to shift her hips away from him.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… ruk ja… aaahhh… bahut andar tak… aaahhh… nahi jaa raha…”
“Aaahhh… Bhola… stop… aaahhh… it’s going too deep… aaahhh… it’s not going further…”
 
Bhola looked at her struggling face and felt a strange determination rise in him. He knew if he kept going like this, they would be stuck here forever. He took a deep breath, pulled his hips back until only the head was inside her, and then — calling on every bit of courage he had — he thrust forward in one hard, deep stroke.
 
His entire cock sank into her in one go.
 
Simran’s eyes flew open wide. A loud, piercing scream tore out of her throat as if someone had plunged something sharp deep inside her.
 
“AAHHHHHHH… BHOLAAAAA…!”
 
Her entire body went stiff. Her back arched violently off the bed, and her hands flew up to push against his chest. Tears instantly filled her eyes from the sudden, overwhelming stretch. She could feel every thick inch of him buried deep inside her — deeper than anything she had ever felt before.
 
Bhola stayed completely still on top of her, breathing hard, his cock fully sheathed inside her tight, married pussy. He could feel her walls clenching and spasming around his entire length, trying to adjust to the invasion.
 
Simran was panting heavily beneath him, her face wet with tears, her body trembling uncontrollably.
 
Bhola looked down at her with a mix of guilt and concern, but he didn’t pull out.
 
He knew there was no going back now.
 
Simran lay beneath Bhola, her body rigid and trembling. His entire cock was buried deep inside her, stretching her pussy in a way she had never experienced before. Tears were still clinging to the corners of her eyes from the sudden, brutal thrust. Bhola stayed completely still on top of her, not moving even an inch. He could feel her pussy walls clenching and spasming around his thick shaft, trying to adjust to the overwhelming fullness.
 
He lowered his head and started kissing her — first her lips, then her cheeks, then down to her neck. He kissed her slowly and repeatedly, giving her time to breathe. His lips moved to her breasts, sucking gently on her nipples, drawing small amounts of milk into his mouth as he tried to soothe her. Simran’s breathing was ragged at first, but slowly, under his continuous kissing and soft touches, her body began to relax.
 
After several long minutes, Bhola felt her pussy loosen slightly around him. Her grip was still extremely tight, but it was no longer painfully clenched.
 
He lifted his head and looked at her.
 
“Bhabhi… ab theek ho?”
“Bhabhi… are you okay now?”, he asked softly.
 
Simran nodded weakly, her voice barely above a whisper.
 
“Haan… thoda… dheere se…”
“Yes… a little… slowly…”
 
Bhola took that as permission.
 
He slowly pulled his hips back, retreating only about two inches before pushing forward again. Simran let out a long, shaky moan.
 
“Aaahhh…”
 
He repeated the motion — pulling back a little more this time, then thrusting forward gently. Each time he moved, her pussy made wet, squelching sounds around his thick cock. Simran’s moans started coming more frequently.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh…”
 
Encouraged, Bhola began to move with a little more purpose. He would pull out until only the head remained inside, then push back in slowly but steadily. Simran’s moans grew louder and more uncontrolled with every stroke. Her hands were gripping the bedsheets tightly, her head turning from side to side.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… yeh… aaahhh… bahut andar tak… aaahhh…”
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… this… aaahhh… too deep… aaahhh…”
 
Bhola could feel her getting wetter. Her juices were coating his cock thickly now, making the movements smoother. He started thrusting a little deeper and a little faster. Within minutes, the room was filled with the wet, rhythmic sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her soaked pussy.
 
Simran was moaning almost continuously now, her voice soft but desperate.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… main… aaahhh… mar jaungi… aaahhh…”
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… I… aaahhh… I’ll die… aaahhh…”
 
Bhola’s confidence was growing. He wanted to give her more pleasure. Without saying a word, he suddenly pulled his cock out completely.
 
Simran’s eyes flew open in shock and disappointment. A soft, involuntary whimper left her lips at the sudden emptiness.
 
“Bhola…?”
 
Before she could say anything else, Bhola grabbed her waist and flipped her over onto her stomach in one swift motion. He pulled her hips up, making her get on her knees. Within seconds, she was in the same position he had eaten her ass in earlier — face down on the bed, ass raised high in the air.
 
Simran barely had time to react before she felt Bhola’s mouth on her pussy again. He gave her a few long, hungry licks, tasting her juices, before pulling back.
 
Then she felt the thick head of his cock pressing against her entrance once more.
 
Bhola held her hips firmly and pushed forward.
 
This time, his cock slid inside much more easily. He didn’t stop at the head. He kept pushing until his entire length was buried inside her in one smooth thrust. Simran let out a long, broken moan into the bedsheet.
 
“Aaahhhhhh…”
 
Bhola started fucking her.
 
At first, his strokes were still controlled, but within a few thrusts, he began going deeper and harder. The wet, slapping sounds of his hips meeting her ass grew louder with every stroke. His heavy balls started swinging and slapping against her pussy with every thrust.
 
Simran’s moans became uncontrollable.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… yeh kya kar rahe ho… aaahhh… bahut zor se… aaahhh… main… aaahhh…”
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… what are you doing… aaahhh… too hard… aaahhh… I… aaahhh…”

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Bhola was now fucking her with long, deep strokes. Every time he pushed in, his cock reached places inside her that had never been touched before. Simran could feel him hitting something deep inside her with every thrust — a spot that sent electric shocks through her entire body.
 
Her ass jiggled heavily with every impact. The thick, milky-white globes rippled and shook as Bhola’s hips slammed against them. He gripped her waist tightly, pulling her back onto his cock with every thrust, making sure he went as deep as possible.
 
The room was filled with filthy, wet sounds — the constant slapping of skin, the squelching of her soaked pussy, and Simran’s loud, desperate moans.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… aur andar… aaahhh… main… aaahhh… aaahhh…”
 
Bhola was breathing heavily behind her, completely focused on fucking her deep and hard. His cock was glistening with her thick juices every time he pulled out, only to disappear back inside her with a wet sound on the next thrust.
 
Simran’s arms had given out. Her upper body was lying flat on the bed while her ass stayed raised. Her moans were now constant and broken, her face pressed into the mattress as Bhola continued to pound into her from behind.
 
He showed no signs of slowing down.
 
Every few strokes, he would pull almost all the way out until only the head remained inside, then slam back in to the hilt, his balls slapping loudly against her wet pussy. Simran’s body would jerk forward with every deep thrust, her heavy breasts swinging beneath her as she moaned helplessly into the bed.
 
Bhola was lost in the feeling of her tight, married pussy gripping his cock so perfectly.
 
And he wasn’t planning to stop anytime soon.
 
Bhola suddenly stopped moving, buried deep inside her. Simran’s eyes fluttered open in confusion, her body still trembling from the deep, stretching sensation.
 
“Bhola… kya hua?” she whispered breathlessly.
 
He didn’t answer with words.
 
Instead, he pulled his hips back slowly until only the thick head remained inside her, stretching her entrance obscenely. Then, with a powerful thrust, he slammed back in with full force. The impact pushed Simran’s entire body forward on the bed.
 
“AAHHHHHHHHH…!” Simran cried out loudly, the sound raw and shocked as his cock drove even deeper than before.
 
Bhola repeated it. He pulled back almost completely, then drove forward again with even more power. His hips slapped loudly against her ass as he buried every thick inch inside her in one brutal stroke.
 
“AAHHHH… BHOLA… AAHHHH…!” Simran moaned, her voice breaking.
 
This was no longer gentle. Bhola was claiming her. Each powerful thrust was deliberate — a statement that from now on, she was his. He was her bull, and she was his cow to breed. His cock was ploughing her married pussy with deep, possessive strokes, stretching her walls again and again.
 
Simran’s moans grew louder and more desperate with every powerful thrust.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… bahut zor se… aaahhh… main… aaahhh… mar jaungi… aaahhh…!”
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… too hard… aaahhh… I… aaahhh… I’ll die… aaahhh…!”
 
Bhola reached forward, his strong hands grabbing both of her heavy, swinging breasts from below. He squeezed them hard, using them as handles while he continued fucking her with long, powerful strokes. Milk leaked from her nipples onto his fingers as he kneaded the soft, heavy flesh.
 
The wet, filthy sound of his cock slamming into her soaked pussy filled the room — loud, rhythmic slapping mixed with the squelching of her juices. Her plump ass rippled with every impact, the soft cheeks turning slightly red from the force.
 
After several minutes of this deep, powerful fucking, Bhola suddenly changed his rhythm. He started moving faster — short, rapid thrusts that made his hips blur as he pounded into her.
 
Simran’s moans turned into continuous cries of pleasure.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… yeh kya kar rahe ho… aaahhh… main… aaahhh… aaahhh…!”
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… what are you doing… aaahhh… I… aaahhh… aaahhh…!”
 
Her orgasm hit her like a storm.
 
Her entire body started shaking violently. Her legs trembled, her ass quivered, and her pussy clamped down hard around his thrusting cock. A fresh gush of her creamy juices squirted out around his shaft as she came hard.
 
“Aaahhhhhhhhh… Bholaaa… aaahhh… main… aaahhh… aaahhh…!”
 
But Bhola didn’t stop or slow down. While she was still in the middle of her orgasm, he suddenly pulled his cock out completely. Simran let out a disappointed whimper at the sudden emptiness.
 
Before she could react, Bhola lay down on his back and pulled her on top of him. She was still shaking from her climax as he lined up his cock and shoved it back inside her in one smooth thrust.
 
Simran moaned loudly as she felt him fill her again. She collapsed onto his chest, breathing heavily, her face buried in his neck while he slowly fucked her from below, giving her time to recover.
 
After a few moments, Simran lifted her head and kissed him deeply. Their tongues met in a messy, passionate kiss as she started moving her hips.
 
She understood what he wanted.
 
Without taking his cock out, she adjusted her legs. She brought them forward, folding them on either side of his body, and sat up straight on his cock. It was an extremely shameless position — her legs spread wide, knees bent, hands resting on her own knees as she sat on him like she was squatting.
 
The red nightie was bunched uselessly around her waist. Her heavy breasts hung freely, nipples hard and leaking. Her mangalsutra swayed between them. Her bare, creamy ass rested on his thighs, and his thick cock was buried deep inside her pussy in full view.
 
Simran looked down between her legs and moaned softly at the sight of her stretched pussy lips wrapped tightly around his massive shaft.
 
She started bouncing.
 
Slowly at first, then with more confidence. Every time she lifted herself, several inches of his thick, glistening cock would slide out of her, only for her to drop back down and take him deep again. Her heavy breasts bounced wildly with every movement, milk occasionally leaking from her nipples.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… itna gehra… aaahhh…”
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… so deep… aaahhh…”
 
Bhola’s hands came up to grab her bouncing ass, squeezing the soft flesh as he helped her ride him. His eyes were fixed on where they were joined — watching his thick black cock disappear into her tight, married pussy again and again.
 
Simran’s moans were getting louder as she rode him in this obscene, squatting position. Her body was glistening with sweat, her hair messy, her face flushed with pure pleasure.
 
She was completely lost in the feeling of being filled by her servant’s massive cock.
 
Simran was riding him in that shameless squatting position, her legs spread wide on either side of Bhola’s body, her hands resting on her own knees for balance. Her pussy was stretched tightly around his thick cock, and every time she lifted herself, her swollen pink lips clung to his shaft before she dropped back down, taking him deep again.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Bhola could see she was struggling to maintain the rhythm for long. Her thighs were beginning to tremble from the effort. Without saying a word, he slid his hands under her soft, heavy ass cheeks and started helping her. His strong fingers dug into the plush flesh as he lifted her up and then guided her back down onto his cock.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola…” Simran moaned, her head falling back slightly as he took control of her movements.
 
Now she didn’t have to do all the work. Bhola was lifting her ass with his hands and then pulling her down firmly onto his cock. Every time she dropped, his thick shaft disappeared completely inside her wet pussy. The wet, squelching sounds grew louder with every movement.
 
Her heavy breasts — those big, soft, jelly-like mangoes — were bouncing wildly with every drop. They slapped against each other and against her chest, the dark nipples hard and leaking small drops of milk that occasionally flew onto Bhola’s stomach and chest. The mangalsutra swung between them, occasionally getting caught between her breasts.
 
Bhola’s eyes were fixed on her bouncing tits and the way her pussy was swallowing his cock again and again. He started lifting her higher and bringing her down harder. Simran’s moans became louder and more broken.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh…aur zor se… aaahhh…”
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… harder… aaahhh…”
 
After several intense minutes of this, Simran’s legs finally gave out. She fell forward onto Bhola’s chest with a soft, exhausted moan. Her breasts pressed against him, and before she could catch her breath, Bhola grabbed her face with both hands and pulled her into a deep, hungry kiss.
 
Their mouths locked together. Tongues immediately started dancing — wet, messy, and desperate. While they kissed, Bhola’s hands moved down to her waist. He gripped her tightly and started thrusting up into her from below.
 
This time there was no slow build-up.
 
Bhola began fucking her like a jackhammer.
 
His hips moved in short, powerful, rapid thrusts, driving his cock in and out of her soaked pussy at a brutal pace. The wet, slapping sounds became almost continuous. Simran’s moans were muffled against his mouth as he kept kissing her deeply, his tongue fucking her mouth the same way his cock was fucking her pussy.
 
“Aaahhh… mmmphhh… aaahhh…” Simran moaned into his mouth, her body shaking on top of him.
 
Bhola didn’t slow down. He kept pounding into her from below, his hands holding her waist firmly so she couldn’t escape the force of his thrusts. Her pussy was making loud, filthy, wet sounds every time his cock slammed inside her.
 
Simran’s first orgasm hit her suddenly.
 
Her body tensed on top of him and she moaned loudly into his mouth as her pussy convulsed around his thrusting cock. Her juices gushed out, soaking his cock and balls. But Bhola didn’t stop. He kept fucking her through her orgasm, his thrusts becoming even faster.
 
Before she could fully recover from the first one, a second orgasm crashed into her.
 
Simran’s eyes rolled back as she came again, her body trembling violently on top of him. She tried to break the kiss to breathe, but Bhola held her face and kept kissing her deeply, swallowing her moans as he continued jackhammering into her from below.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… main… aaahhh… aaahhh…!”
 
A third orgasm followed soon after. Simran was completely overwhelmed. Her body was shaking uncontrollably, and she could barely kiss him back anymore. She was just moaning into his mouth while he kept fucking her without mercy.
 
Bhola’s pace became almost frantic.
 
The wet, obscene sound of his cock rapidly sliding in and out of her flooded pussy filled the room. Simran’s juices were everywhere — coating his cock, dripping down his balls, and making a mess on the bedsheet beneath them. Her heavy breasts were squished against his chest, milk leaking from her nipples onto his skin.
 
Bhola suddenly broke the kiss. He grabbed her ass with both hands, spreading her cheeks as he thrust upward with everything he had.
 
“Bhabhi… aaaahhhhhh…” he groaned.
 
Simran could only moan in response. She was too far gone.
 
With a deep, guttural groan, Bhola slammed his cock as deep as it could go and started cumming.
 
Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted inside her. The first powerful spurt hit deep against her cervix. Simran gasped loudly as she felt the hot liquid flooding her. Bhola kept thrusting in short, jerky movements as he came, pumping wave after wave of thick cum into her married pussy.
 
Simran could feel everything.
 
The hot, heavy spurts kept coming — one after another, filling her up completely. There was so much cum that it started leaking out around his cock even while he was still inside her, dripping down onto his balls. Bhola’s hips kept twitching upward as he emptied himself deep inside her.
 
Simran lay on his chest, completely spent, her pussy still spasming around his cock as it continued to throb and release more cum inside her. She could feel the warmth spreading deep in her belly.
 
Bhola’s arms wrapped around her tightly, holding her close as the last few spurts of cum pulsed into her flooded pussy.
 
Neither of them spoke for a long time.
 
Only the sound of their heavy breathing and the occasional wet drip of cum leaking out of her could be heard in the room.
 
Simran slowly pushed herself up from Bhola’s chest. Her body was trembling, her legs unsteady. She looked completely wrecked — her hair was messy and sticking to her sweaty face, her lips were swollen from kissing, and her heavy breasts were glistening with a mix of sweat and milk. Between her thighs, thick white cum was slowly leaking out of her freshly fucked pussy, running down her inner thighs in messy trails.
 
She leaned down and gave Bhola a long, soft kiss on the lips before getting off the bed. Bhola, still breathing heavily, sat up slowly. He looked exhausted, but his eyes followed her every movement.
 
He reached for a towel lying nearby and held it out toward her.
 
“Bhabhi… main saaf kar deta hoon,” he said quietly.
“Bhabhi… I’ll clean it,” he said quietly.
 
Simran looked at the towel, then at him. She shook her head.
 
“Nahi… main nahati hoon.”
“No… I’ll bathe.”
 
Without saying anything else, she walked toward the small attached bathroom. What surprised Bhola was that she didn’t close the door behind her. She left it slightly open — an open invitation.
 
Bhola sat on the bed for a few seconds, staring at the half-open bathroom door. He could hear the sound of the shower being turned on. The sound of water hitting the tiles filled the quiet room.
 
Inside the bathroom, Simran stood under the shower. The warm water cascaded over her body, washing away the sweat and some of the cum from between her legs. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, letting the water run over her face and breasts. Her body was still sensitive, her pussy still throbbing from the rough fucking she had just received.
 
She didn’t have to wait long.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Within a few minutes, she felt movement behind her. Two strong hands slid around her waist and moved upward to grab her heavy, wet breasts from behind. At the same time, she felt something thick and heavy press against her ass — his cock, already half-hard again, resting between her ass cheeks like a third hand.
 
Simran gasped and almost jumped.
 
“Bhola…!”
 
Before she could say anything more, she turned around in his arms. The moment she faced him, Bhola pulled her close and captured her lips in a deep kiss. The shower water poured over both of them as they stood there, kissing under the running water. His hands roamed over her wet body — squeezing her ass, sliding up her back, then coming back to her breasts.
 
Simran kissed him back for a few seconds, her hands resting on his chest. But when she felt his cock twitching and growing harder against her stomach, she pulled her mouth away.
 
She reached down between their bodies and wrapped her fingers around his thick, heavy cock.
 
“No…” she whispered, her voice soft but firm. “Abhi nehi, Bhola. Baad mein.”
 
Bhola didn’t listen immediately. He leaned down and took one of her wet nipples into his mouth, sucking on it hungrily. Warm water mixed with the milk that leaked out as he sucked. His other hand kept rubbing her body — sliding over her waist, her hips, and back to her ass, squeezing the soft flesh possessively.
 
Simran’s eyes fluttered. A soft moan escaped her lips as he sucked on her breast. For a moment, she almost gave in. Her fingers tightened around his cock, and her body leaned into him.
 
But then she pushed him away gently with both hands.
 
“Bhola… bas karo,” she said, her voice a little breathless. “Abhi nahi. Kaam karna hai. Bahut saara kaam baki hai.”
“Bhola… stop it,” she said, her voice a little breathless. “Not now. We have work to do. There’s still a lot of work left.”
 
Bhola stepped back slightly, but his eyes were still dark with hunger. He looked down at his own cock — it was now fully hard again, thick and heavy, pointing straight at her. Water ran down its length as it throbbed visibly.
 
Simran also looked at it. She could see it getting harder by the second, the veins bulging along the shaft.
 
She swallowed and looked back at his face.
 
“Bhola… not now,” she repeated, more softly this time. “Please.”
 
Bhola didn’t say anything. He just stood there under the shower with her, his massive cock standing erect between them, while water continued to pour over their bodies. His breathing was still heavy, and the look in his eyes made it clear that he was far from done.
 
Simran turned her back to him again, trying to focus on washing herself, but she could feel his presence right behind her — and the heat of his hard cock hovering dangerously close to her ass.
 
The tension in the small bathroom was thick.
 
Simran’s protests were growing weaker by the second.
 
Even as she told Bhola “not now,” her body was betraying her. Her fingers were still wrapped around his thick, heavy cock under the running water, and she was slowly stroking him without realizing it. Every time her hand moved up and down his shaft, he grew harder and thicker in her grip. The contrast of her small, fair hand against his dark, veiny cock looked obscene under the shower.
 
Bhola didn’t say anything. He simply stepped closer, pressing her back against the bathroom wall. The warm water kept falling over both of them as he leaned in and captured her lips again. This time, Simran didn’t pull away. Instead, she kissed him back — slowly at first, then with growing hunger. Her tongue met his, and soon they were kissing deeply, messily, water running between their mouths.
 
Her hand never stopped stroking him.
 
Bhola’s hands slid down to her ass. He grabbed both cheeks firmly and lifted her up in one smooth motion. Simran let out a small surprised gasp as her feet left the floor. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind his back. Her arms went around his neck for support.
 
Now she was completely in his arms, her back against the wall, her heavy breasts pressed against his chest, and her bare ass resting right on top of his hard cock. The thick shaft was trapped between her ass cheeks, hot and throbbing against her skin.
 
Bhola didn’t waste time.
 
He leaned down and took one of her wet nipples into his mouth. The moment his lips wrapped around it, he sucked hard. Warm milk immediately flowed into his mouth, mixing with the shower water. Simran moaned softly, her head falling back against the wall as he drank from her. His tongue flicked over her nipple while he sucked, drawing more milk out with every pull.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola…” she breathed, her voice shaky.
 
While he sucked on her breast, Simran’s hips moved on their own. She started slowly rubbing her pussy against his cock. Her swollen lips slid up and down along his thick shaft, coating it with her wetness. Every time she moved, the fat head of his cock would brush against her clit, making her shiver.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Bhola groaned against her breast. He switched to the other nipple, sucking even harder, drinking her milk greedily. His hands tightened on her ass as he felt her grinding on him.
 
Simran was losing whatever little control she had left.
 
Her pussy was dripping. She could feel how wet she was getting as she rubbed herself against his cock. Her moans were getting louder, mixing with the sound of the running shower.
 
Bhola finally pulled his mouth away from her breast. His lips were shiny with milk and water. He looked at her for a second, then reached down between their bodies with one hand. He held his thick cock and positioned the fat head right at her entrance.
 
Simran’s eyes widened slightly.
 
Before she could say anything, Bhola pushed upward.
 
The thick head stretched her pussy lips apart and slid inside in one smooth motion.
 
“Aaahhhhhhh…!” Simran cried out, the sound loud and filled with both pleasure and shock as he entered her.
 
Bhola didn’t thrust hard. He held her firmly in his arms and started moving his hips in slow, deliberate strokes. His cock moved in and out of her at a steady pace while he kept her lifted against the wall. Every time he pushed in, Simran let out a soft, broken moan.
 
He leaned down again and took her nipple back into his mouth, sucking on it while he fucked her slowly. Milk continued to flow as he drank from her. After a few moments, he pulled his mouth away, lifted his face, and kissed her deeply.
 
While they kissed, he pushed some of her own milk from his mouth into hers.
 
Simran moaned into the kiss as she tasted her milk on his tongue. Their kiss became wet and messy — tongues sliding, milk and water mixing between their mouths as Bhola continued to fuck her with slow, deep strokes.
 
Her legs tightened around his waist. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she kissed him back hungrily, completely surrendering to the moment. The shower water kept pouring over them, washing over their joined bodies while Bhola moved inside her steadily, his cock stretching her pussy with every thrust.
 
Simran’s soft moans filled the small bathroom, mixing with the sound of running water and the wet sounds of their bodies moving together.
 
The shower was becoming a problem.
 
Water kept falling directly on their faces, making it difficult to kiss properly, and the constant spray was getting into their eyes and mouths. Bhola didn’t bother turning it off. Instead, he simply tightened his grip on Simran’s wet ass, lifted her higher against the wall, and stepped out of the shower with her still impaled on his cock.
 
Water dripped from both their bodies as he carried her straight to the bed. He sat down on the edge of the mattress with Simran still straddling him. The moment his ass touched the bed, Simran’s instincts took over completely.
 
She didn’t wait.
 
Placing her hands on his shoulders for support, she started bouncing on his cock — hard.
 
The wet, slapping sounds of her ass hitting his thighs echoed loudly in the room.
 
*Plap… plap… plap… plap…*
 
Her soaked pussy was making obscene, wet noises every time she dropped down and took his entire thick length inside her. Because they were both dripping wet from the shower, the sounds were louder and filthier than before.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… aaahhh…!” Simran moaned without any shame now, her voice high and broken. “Bhola… aaahhh… itna mota… aaahhh… meri… aaahhh… aaahhh…!”
 
Bhola leaned back slightly, both hands grabbing her heavy, bouncing breasts. He squeezed them roughly, mauling the soft, wet flesh as milk leaked from her nipples onto his fingers. Every time she came down hard on his cock, her breasts jiggled wildly in his hands.
 
The sight was filthy.
 
A married woman, completely naked except for her mangalsutra, riding her servant’s massive cock with desperation. Her wet hair was sticking to her back and shoulders, water droplets running down her body, and her pussy was stretched wide around his thick, dark shaft. The contrast of her fair skin against his darker cock looked scandalous.
 
Simran was moaning continuously now, her voice getting louder with every bounce.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aur zor se… aaahhh… meri chuchiyan mat chhodo… aaahhh… aaahhh…!”
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… harder… aaahhh… don’t stop sucking my boobs… aaahhh… aaahhh…!”
 
Bhola’s hands kept squeezing and playing with her breasts while she rode him. He occasionally leaned forward to suck on her nipples, drinking her milk as she kept jumping on his cock.
 
They were both so lost in the moment that neither of them heard the phone ringing at first.
 
It was only when the ringtone kept going on persistently that Simran’s mind registered the sound. Her eyes suddenly flew open. She looked toward the bedside table and saw Preeti’s name flashing on the screen.
 
Panic hit her instantly.
 
She pushed Bhola’s chest with both hands with full force.
 
“Ruko… Bhola ruk jao!”
“Stop… Bhola, stop!”, she said breathlessly, trying to get off him.
 
Bhola, surprised by the sudden push, let her go. Simran quickly climbed off his cock and reached for the phone with shaky hands. She stared at Preeti’s name but didn’t pick up the call. Her heart was pounding.
 
Before she could even catch her breath, she felt Bhola move behind her.
 
He grabbed her waist and pushed her forward onto the bed. Simran barely had time to react before he positioned himself behind her and shoved his cock straight back into her extremely wet pussy in one hard thrust.
 
“Aaaahhhhhh…!” Simran screamed into the bedsheet as his thick cock stretched her open again.
 
Bhola didn’t give her any time to adjust. He started fucking her immediately — standing on the floor while she was on her knees on the bed, her upper body lying flat on the mattress. Both of them were still wet from the shower, their skin glistening under the bedroom light.
 
The position was raw and shameless.
 
Bhola held her waist tightly and started pounding into her from behind. His hips slapped loudly against her ass with every thrust. Simran’s moans were loud and uncontrollable now.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… ruk ja… aaahhh… Preeti ka call aa raha hai… aaahhh… aaahhh…!”
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… stop… aaahhh… Preeti’s call is coming… aaahhh… aaahhh…!”
 
But Bhola was too far gone. He kept fucking her hard and deep, his cock moving in and out of her soaked pussy at a steady, powerful pace. Water droplets from their bodies were flying with every thrust.
 
Just then, her phone vibrated again.
 
A WhatsApp message popped up on the screen.
 
Preeti: Reaching in 15 minutes. Keep the gate open.
 
Simran’s eyes widened in horror when she read the message. She immediately turned her head and looked back at Bhola with panic in her eyes.
 
“Bhola… ruk ja… please… Preeti aa rahi hai… 15 minute mein… aaahhh…!”
“Bhola… stop… please… Preeti is coming… in 15 minutes… aaahhh…!”
 
Bhola finally slowed down. He stopped thrusting but kept his cock buried deep inside her. He didn’t pull out. Instead, he stayed pressed against her ass, his thick length still stretching her pussy as he leaned forward slightly.
 
Simran was breathing heavily, her face half-buried in the bedsheet. She could feel every inch of him inside her — hot, hard, and throbbing.
 
“Bahut der ho gayi hai Bhola…” she said, her voice shaky. “Nikal… please nikal ja…”
“It’s too late now, Bhola…” she said, her voice shaky. “Pull out… please pull out…”
 
Bhola didn’t move. His hands were still holding her waist firmly. He looked down at where they were connected — his thick cock buried inside her married pussy, her lips stretched tightly around him, and her juices mixed with his cum leaking out around the base.
 
He stayed right there, deep inside her, even as the clock started ticking.
 
Bhola had completely lost control.
 
The moment Simran told him that Preeti was coming, something inside him snapped. Instead of stopping, he grabbed her waist tightly with both hands and started fucking her like a man possessed.
 
His thrusts became long, fast, and brutal.
 
*Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!*
 
His hips slammed into her ass with powerful, rapid strokes. His thick cock was driving in and out of her soaked pussy at a frantic pace. The wet, obscene sounds of their fucking filled the room as he pounded into her without mercy.
 
Simran’s eyes widened in shock.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… ruk ja… aaahhh… Preeti… aaahhh… aaahhh…!”
 
But Bhola wasn’t listening. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her waist as he pulled her back onto his cock with every thrust. His heavy balls were slapping loudly against her pussy. Simran’s body was jerking forward with every powerful stroke, her heavy breasts swinging beneath her.
 
She tried to speak again, but her words kept breaking into loud, helpless moans.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aur zor se… aaahhh… main… aaahhh… aaahhh…!”
 
Bhola fucked her like this for another minute, his breathing rough and heavy. Then, without any warning, he suddenly pulled his cock out of her pussy. Before Simran could even react, he grabbed her hair with one hand and turned her around roughly.
 
In the next second, he shoved his thick, glistening cock straight into her mouth.
 
Simran’s eyes flew open in surprise.
 
“Mmmphhh—!”
 
Bhola held her head with both hands and started thrusting into her mouth. Within seconds, his cock swelled and he started cumming hard.
 
Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted into her mouth.
 
The first powerful spurt hit the back of her throat. Simran’s eyes watered as she instinctively started swallowing. But Bhola kept cumming — wave after wave of thick, creamy cum flooded her mouth. It was too much. Some of it overflowed from the corners of her lips and dripped down her chin onto her breasts.
 
Simran kept gulping, trying her best to swallow everything. Her throat moved as she drank his load, her eyes half-closed. Bhola’s cock kept throbbing and pulsing between her lips as he emptied himself completely into her mouth.
 
Finally, after what felt like a long time, his orgasm subsided.
 
Simran pulled her mouth off his cock, gasping for air. Thick strings of cum and saliva connected her lips to his cock. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, breathing heavily.
 
For a few seconds, both of them stayed still, trying to catch their breath.
 
Then reality hit Simran like a bucket of cold water.
 
She suddenly pushed Bhola away with both hands.
 
“Bhola… jao! Jaldi se kapde pehno!” she said in a panicked voice. “Neeche ka darwaza khula hai! Preeti aa rahi hai… 15 minute mein yahan pahunch jayegi!”
“Bhola… go! Quickly put on your clothes!” she said in a panicked voice. “The downstairs door is open! Preeti is coming… she’ll be here in 15 minutes!”
 
Bhola, who was still standing there naked with his semi-hard cock hanging between his legs, suddenly came back to his senses. His eyes widened as he realized what she had just said.
 
Without wasting another second, he turned around and ran out of the room completely naked. His wet feet made soft sounds as he rushed down the stairs.
 
When he reached the main door, he saw that it was wide open. The evening wind had pushed it open completely. Anyone could have walked in. Bhola’s heart skipped a beat. He quickly stepped outside, looked around to make sure no one was there, and then pulled the door shut. He locked it properly from inside and let out a sigh of relief.
 
Still naked, he ran back upstairs and went straight to his room. He closed the door behind him and locked it. His chest was rising and falling rapidly as he stood there for a moment, trying to calm himself down.
 
He quickly grabbed a fresh pair of clothes from his cupboard and started getting dressed. His mind was still spinning from everything that had just happened — the intense fucking, cumming in Simran’s mouth, and the sudden panic of Preeti arriving.
 
Meanwhile, upstairs in the bedroom, Simran was still sitting on the bed, completely naked and messy. Her lips were swollen, her chin and breasts had traces of Bhola’s cum, and her pussy was still leaking.
 
She looked at the clock.
 
Preeti would be here any minute.

[itsnazma]

You didn't disappoint your readers. This update was absolutely worth the wait.

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Finally she lost her virginity