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Simran was still catching her breath after the intense session. Her body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, her pussy was still throbbing, and traces of Bhola’s cum were leaking down her thighs. She looked at him, her face flushed, and tried to gather her thoughts.
 
“Bhola… Preeti aa rahi hai. Tu jaa aur usko receive kar. Bol dena main nahane gayi hoon. Aur haan… apna underwear pehen lena,”
“Bhola… Preeti is coming. You go and receive her. Tell her I’ve gone to take a bath. And yes… put on your underwear,”
she said softly, her voice still a little shaky.
 
She reached down and grabbed his thick, semi-hard cock in her hand. It twitched at her touch. Simran leaned in and gave him a quick, possessive kiss on the lips.
 
“Isse andar kar lo,”
“Tuck this inside,”
she whispered against his mouth, giving his cock one last gentle squeeze before letting go.
 
Bhola nodded, still dazed. He quickly pulled on his underwear and pants, adjusted himself, and went downstairs.
 
Simran took a deep breath and headed to the bathroom again. She needed to clean herself properly. The warm water felt good on her skin as she stood under the shower for the second time that evening. She rubbed her body thoroughly, making sure every trace of their encounter was washed away — the cum from her thighs, the stickiness between her legs, the faint scent of sex. She even used Listerine mouthwash, swishing it around her mouth for a long time to get rid of any lingering taste or smell.
 
As she dried herself, her mind was racing.
 
Preeti cannot know everything yet. Bhola is mine right now. I don’t want to share him. Not so soon.
 
She chose a simple, decent sundress — light blue, knee-length, with modest sleeves. It looked innocent and proper, covering her body completely. She brushed her hair neatly and put on a light touch of makeup. When she looked in the mirror, she appeared like the perfect, composed housewife again.
 
She started coming downstairs slowly. Halfway down the stairs, she paused.
 
Preeti was already sitting on the sofa, cross-legged. Her short frock had ridden up dangerously high, exposing her smooth, fair thighs almost completely. The dress was tight around her chest, accentuating her figure. She looked effortlessly sexy.
 
Bhola was sitting in front of her on a chair, talking politely. Preeti was leaning forward slightly, playing with her hair, tucking a strand behind her ear every few seconds — a clear, unconscious sign of flirting. She was smiling and asking him questions about his family, his village, his brother Jai, and how his father was doing. Her voice was sweet and engaging.
 
Simran stood on the stairs for a few seconds longer, watching them. A strange, possessive feeling twisted in her stomach. Preeti’s thighs were on full display, and the way she kept adjusting her posture, laughing softly, and touching her hair made it obvious she was trying to seduce Bhola.
 
Simran’s jaw tightened slightly.
 
She took a deep breath, composed herself, and continued walking down the stairs with a calm smile on her face.
 
Simran stood quietly on the stairs, half-hidden, watching the scene unfold below.
 
Preeti was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, her short frock riding up high on her thighs. Every time she shifted even slightly, more of her smooth, fair skin was exposed. She was leaning forward toward Bhola, who sat on the chair opposite her, still a little flushed from everything that had happened upstairs just minutes ago.
 
Preeti smiled and tilted her head.
 
“Bhola… tum workout karte ho kya?” she asked, her voice soft and curious. “Body dekh ke lagta hai bahut mehnat karte ho. Arms itne tight lag rahe hain.”
“Bhola… do you work out?” she asked, her voice soft and curious. “Looking at your body, it seems you work very hard. Your arms look so tight.”
 
Bhola looked a little uncomfortable but answered politely.
 
“Ji madam… gaon mein kaam karte-karte body tight ho jaati hai. Khet, paani, lakdi… sab kuch haath se hi karna padta hai.”
“Yes Madam… working in the village makes the body tight. Fields, water, wood… everything has to be done by hand.”
 
Preeti’s eyes moved slowly over his shoulders and chest. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear again, a deliberate little gesture.
 
“Hmm… dikhta hai. Bahut strong lagte ho. Kabhi koi problem to nahi hoti body mein? Jaise… zyada mehnat karne se kuch sujan ya tightness?”
“Hmm… it shows. You look very strong. Do you ever have any problem in the body? Like… any swelling or tightness from working too hard?”
 
The double meaning hung in the air. Bhola didn’t fully catch it, but his body reacted. His cock, which had never fully softened after the intense session with Simran, twitched inside his pants.
 
“Nahi madam… bas kabhi-kabhi thakaan hoti hai.”
“No Madam… just sometimes I feel tired.”
 
Preeti smiled wider, her eyes dropping for a second to his lap before coming back up.
 
“Main doctor hoon na… isliye pooch rahi hoon. Kabhi-kabhi body mein pressure build up ho jaata hai. Especially neeche. Agar control na kiya toh… problem ho sakti hai.”
“I’m a doctor, right… that’s why I’m asking. Sometimes pressure builds up in the body. Especially down there. If it’s not controlled… there can be a problem.”
 
She shifted again, uncrossing and re-crossing her legs. The short frock climbed higher. From the stairs, Simran could clearly see the soft curve of Preeti’s inner thighs.
 
Bhola swallowed.
 
“Ji… main theek hoon.”
“Yes… I’m fine.”
 
Preeti leaned forward a little more, resting her elbows on her knees. Her cleavage became more visible.
 
“Sach mein? Lagta hai aaj thoda stress mein ho. Face thoda red hai. Heartbeat tez lag rahi hogi. Kabhi aisa feel hota hai ki… kuch andar se pressure bana hua hai? Bahut tightly?”
“Really? You seem a bit stressed today. Your face is a little red. Your heartbeat must be fast. Do you ever feel like… there’s some pressure building up inside? Very tightly?”
 
Bhola’s ears turned red. His cock was now fully hard again, pressing uncomfortably against his underwear. He shifted in the chair, trying to hide it.
 
“Madam… main theek hoon,” he repeated, his voice a little strained.
 
Preeti’s smile turned playful. She looked at his T-shirt.
 
“Ek baat bolun? Main doctor ke hisse se dekhna chahti hoon. Kabhi-kabhi upper body tight hone se neeche pressure badh jaata hai. Agar aap T-shirt nikaal do… toh main dekh sakti hoon ki muscle tension to nahi hai.”
“Can I say one thing? I want to check as a doctor. Sometimes when the upper body is tight, pressure increases down below. If you take off your T-shirt… I can see if there’s any muscle tension.”
 
She said it casually, as if it was the most normal request in the world.
 
Bhola froze.
 
“Madam…?”
 
Preeti tilted her head, still smiling.
 
“Kya hua? Main doctor hoon. Bas ek chhota sa check. Tension dekhne ke liye. Bahut simple hai.”
“What happened? I’m a doctor. Just a small check. To see the tension. It’s very simple.”

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

From the stairs, Simran’s eyes narrowed. She had heard enough.
 
Just as Bhola’s hands hesitantly moved toward the hem of his T-shirt, Simran’s voice cut through the room, calm but firm.
 
“Bhola.”
 
Both of them turned.
 
Simran walked down the remaining stairs with a composed smile, as if she had just come from a normal bath. Her light blue sundress looked perfectly decent and proper.
 
“Preeti ke liye do cup coffee bana do,” she said smoothly. “Aur thoda snacks bhi nikaal dena.”
“Make two cups of coffee for Preeti,” she said smoothly. “And take out some snacks as well.”
 
Bhola immediately stood up, clearly relieved.
 
“Ji Bhabhi.”
 
Simran walked straight to Preeti and pulled her into a warm hug.
 
“Arre Preeti… kitni der se baithi ho. Main late ho gayi. Aao upstairs… baat karte hain properly.”
“Arre Preeti… how long have you been sitting? I got late. Come upstairs… let’s talk properly.”
 
Preeti hugged her back, though there was a flicker of mild disappointment in her eyes.
“Haan… theek hai.”
 
Simran kept her arm around Preeti’s waist and guided her toward the stairs. As Preeti climbed ahead of her, the short frock clung tightly to her hips. With every step, the soft, round curves of her ass became more visible under the thin fabric — almost fully outlined, but not quite exposed. The material stretched and shifted with her movements, teasing just enough.
 
Bhola, standing near the kitchen doorway, watched for a second. His eyes followed the movement of Preeti’s ass as she went up. But his mind was still half-dazed from the earlier session with Simran. His cock remained rock hard inside his pants, throbbing from the unfinished tension and Preeti’s teasing, yet he didn’t overthink it. He simply turned and went to make the coffee as instructed.
 
Upstairs, Simran’s expression remained calm, but inside, a quiet possessiveness was burning.
 
She had interrupted just in time.
 
 
The moment the two women stepped into the bedroom, Preeti’s senses sharpened.
 
Simran looked freshly bathed — her skin glowing, hair still slightly damp at the ends, the faint clean scent of jasmine soap clinging to her. It was odd. People didn’t usually bathe this late in the evening unless something had happened. Preeti’s eyes flicked over her friend once, but she didn’t comment.
 
Then the smell hit her.
 
It was subtle at first, almost hidden beneath the jasmine, but it was there — warm, musky, masculine, and deeply familiar. Preeti’s nostrils flared slightly. She knew this smell. She had breathed it in before, closely, when she had stood just a few feet away watching Shikha get fucked. That thick, heavy scent of an aroused, unsatisfied cock that had been forced to stop mid-session. The kind of scent that stayed in a room long after the man left.
 
Her mind flashed back without warning.
 
Arjun’s thick cock driving into Shikha. The wet sounds. The way Shikha’s body had jerked with every thrust. And Preeti standing right there, watching, her own thighs pressed tightly together because she had wanted that cock so badly herself. She remembered how wet she had been that day. How her fingers had itched to touch herself while watching. How relieved she had felt later when Shikha’s pregnancy test came back negative.
 
Now she had a chance.
 
And the cock she wanted wasn’t Arjun’s anymore.
 
It was Bhola’s.
 
The same heavy, dark, veiny monster she had only glimpsed in outline through wet trousers earlier. The same one Simran had clearly just been riding. The bed looked freshly made — too neat for this time of evening — but Preeti’s mind was already racing past that detail. The smell was intoxicating. It made her clit throb faintly inside her short frock.
 
She turned slowly and looked at Simran.
 
Simran was standing near the bed, still looking composed on the outside, but Preeti could see the truth in her eyes. Simran was dripping of sex. Even after multiple orgasms, her body still carried that restless, unfinished hunger. Her nipples were faintly visible against the soft fabric of the sundress. Her lips were slightly swollen. And the way she kept shifting her weight told Preeti everything — Simran still needed more. She still needed that cock inside her again.
 
Preeti’s own short frock clung to her body as she sat down on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs deliberately high. The fabric rode up, exposing the smooth curve of her thighs. She knew how she looked. Sexy. Available. Ready.
 
She smiled at Simran, her voice soft and casual, but her eyes darker than before.
 
“You smell… different today,” Preeti said quietly, tilting her head. “Like you’ve been busy.”
 
Simran’s expression didn’t change, but something flickered behind her eyes.
 
Preeti leaned back on her hands, her breasts pushing forward against the tight neckline of her frock. The smell in the room was still working on her, making her think of thick, heavy cock and the possibility of finally getting what she had been craving.
 
She wanted Bhola’s cock.
 
And from the way Simran was looking at her, Simran knew it too.
 
The air in the bedroom was thick with tension.
 
Simran sat on the edge of the bed, still feeling the dull, satisfying ache between her legs from Bhola’s thick cock stretching her open just a short while ago. Her pussy was still soft and used, a faint wetness lingering on her thighs despite the bath. Every time she shifted, she could feel the memory of that heavy, veiny shaft sliding in and out of her. She hadn’t wanted Preeti here. Not now. Not when she was still unfinished, still hungry for more of that monster.
 
Preeti, on the other hand, looked completely at ease. She sat with her legs crossed high, the short frock riding up her smooth thighs, the faint scent of the room still working on her.
 
“Ravi kahan hai?” Preeti asked casually, glancing around.
 
Simran kept her voice steady.
 
“He’s gone to Bangalore. He’ll be back tomorrow evening. There was a meeting.”
 
Preeti nodded, then looked at her more carefully.
 
“And you? How are you?”
 
The question was simple, but the way Preeti’s eyes moved over Simran’s freshly bathed face and slightly swollen lips made it clear she suspected something. Simran forced a small smile.
 
“I’m fine. Just… a little tired.”
 
Preeti didn’t push further. Instead, she reached into her bag, pulled out her phone, and unlocked it. She turned the screen toward Simran.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

“Look at this.”
 
It was a blood report. Clear, official, dated yesterday. HIV – Negative.
 
Simran’s eyes moved over the words. Preeti spoke in a calm, matter-of-fact tone.
 
“I got the test done yesterday. It’s negative. If I want natural insemination from Bhola… then this is necessary. Condom won’t work. His load has to go straight inside. That’s why being clean is important.”
 
The words hung in the air, heavy and filthy.
 
Simran felt a strange heat rise in her stomach. The image of Bhola’s thick, dark cock pushing deep into Preeti’s pussy, unloading rope after rope of cum inside her, flashed unwanted through her mind. She shifted on the bed, her own freshly fucked cunt giving a small, traitorous throb.
 
Preeti continued, her voice soft but direct.
 
“You get tested too. And Bhola’s as well. If both are negative… then he won’t need to wear a condom. Whenever you take him… or I take him… straight bareback. Full load inside.”
 
Simran’s first reaction was discomfort. The idea of discussing HIV tests with Bhola felt awkward, almost dirty in a different way. How would she even bring it up? “Bhola, tera lund itna bada hai aur main usko roz leti hoon, isliye HIV test karwa le”? It sounded ridiculous even in her head.
 
But the more she thought about it, the more practical it seemed.
 
No condom. Just that thick, hot cock sliding into her bare, stretching her open, and emptying everything inside. The same way he had done earlier. The thought made her nipples tighten against the soft fabric of her sundress.
 
Preeti watched her carefully.
 
“I know you’re thinking this is awkward. It’s difficult to tell Bhola directly. So do one thing. Bring him to my clinic tomorrow morning. I’ll make an excuse of checking him. Blood test, routine check-up… anything. I’ll get you tested along with him. No one will ask questions.”
 
Simran was quiet for a few seconds. Then she slowly nodded.
 
“Okay… I’ll bring him tomorrow.”
 
Preeti smiled, satisfied.
 
Both of them knew the unspoken truth. If anyone outside found out that a married woman and her male servant were getting HIV tests done together, it would look exactly like what it was — they were fucking. And not just fucking. They were planning to take his cum deep inside without any barrier.
 
The scandal of it sat between them like a third presence in the room.
 
Simran’s mind, however, kept drifting back to the unfinished feeling between her legs. She had cum multiple times on that cock already, but she still wanted more. She still wanted Bhola to pin her down again and fuck her until her legs shook.
 
And now Preeti wanted the same cock for a very different reason.
 
The tension in the bedroom only grew thicker.
 
Bhola came upstairs carefully, carrying two cups of coffee on a small tray. He kept his eyes lowered as he entered the bedroom, still aware of the thick, unfinished tension that hung in the air from earlier. He placed the cups on the side table near the bed and stepped back.
 
Preeti looked at him with a calm, almost professional smile.
 
“Bhola, kal subah Simran ko mere clinic le aana. Usse blood donate karna hai. Uske baad who weak feel karegi… drive nahi kar payegi. Isliye tum hi usko wapas ghar drop kar dena.”
“Bhola, bring Simran to my clinic tomorrow morning. She has to donate blood. After that she’ll feel weak… she won’t be able to drive. So you drop her back home.”
 
Bhola nodded respectfully.
 
“Ji madam. Main le aunga.”
“Yes Madam. I’ll bring her.”
 
Preeti tilted her head slightly, studying him for a moment.
 
“Tumhara blood group kya hai?”
“What’s your blood group?”
 
“O positive, madam.”
 
Preeti’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile.
 
“Theek hai. Kal main tumhara bhi test karwa lungi. Agar zarurat padi toh baad mein call karungi.”
“Okay. Tomorrow I’ll get your test done as well. If needed, I’ll call later.”
 
Bhola simply nodded again and left the room, closing the door quietly behind him. The moment he was gone, Preeti turned fully toward Simran. She picked up her coffee, took a slow sip, then set it down.
 
“Itna mat soch Simmu,” she said softly. “Sab theek ho jayega.”
“Don’t think so much, Simmu,” she said softly. “Everything will be fine.”
 
She stood up, adjusting the short frock that still clung tightly to her body. As she walked toward the door, she paused right in front of Simran. Her voice dropped lower, intimate and filthy.
 
“Aur haan… tab tak usko andar mat lena. Na muh mein, na choot mein. Test negative aane do pehle. Main sure hoon tumhara bhi negative hi aayega… lekin risk mat lo.”
“And yes… until then don’t take him inside. Not in the mouth, not in the pussy. Let the test come negative first. I’m sure yours will also come negative… but don’t take the risk.”
 
Before Simran could react, Preeti’s hand suddenly reached out and grabbed her left breast through the soft fabric of the sundress. She gave the heavy, soft mound a firm little shake, feeling its weight and fullness in her palm.
 
Simran’s eyes widened in pure shock.
 
“Preeti—!”
 
Preeti just smiled, gave the tit one last small squeeze, and then released it.
 
“Kal milte hain,” she said casually, as if she hadn’t just groped her friend’s breast. Then she turned and walked out of the room, the short frock hugging her ass as she disappeared down the stairs.
 
Simran stood frozen in place, her heart beating fast. Her left breast still tingled from Preeti’s bold touch. The filthy warning about not taking Bhola’s cock inside her until the tests were done only made the ache between her legs worse.
 
She was still unfinished.
 
And now she had to wait.
 
It was around 9 pm when Simran came downstairs.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Ravi’s flight to Korea would take roughly sixteen hours. That meant he would land around 3 am India time, which was about 11:30 pm in Korea. For now, the house was completely theirs.
 
Simran walked into the dining area and looked at Bhola.
 
“Bhola, dinner laga do.”
“Bhola, serve the dinner.”
 
He nodded and quickly laid out the food — roti, sabzi, dal, and a simple salad. When everything was ready, Simran sat down at the table and looked at him.
 
“Jab main akeli hoti hoon ghar pe… toh tu mere saath table pe baith ke kha. Please.”
“When I’m alone at home… then sit with me at the table and eat. Please.”
 
Bhola hesitated.
 
“Bhabhi… theek nahi lagta.”
“Bhabhi… it doesn’t feel right.”
 
“Baith ja,” she said more firmly. “Main akeli nahi khaungi.”
“Sit down,” she said more firmly. “I won’t eat alone.”
 
Finally he gave in and sat opposite her. They started eating in silence. The only sounds were the soft clink of plates and the quiet evening outside.
 
Halfway through the meal, Simran suddenly stood up with her plate. She walked around the table and stopped beside Bhola’s chair.
 
“Thoda peeche karo chair.”
“Move the chair a little back.”
 
Bhola looked up, surprised, but did as she asked. The moment he pushed the chair back a little, Simran carefully sat down on his lap, settling her soft ass against his thighs. Her sundress rode up slightly as she adjusted herself.
 
Bhola’s eyes widened for a second, then a slow smile spread across his face. He could feel the warm weight of her body pressing down on him. His cock, which had been half-hard ever since she came downstairs, immediately began to thicken under her.
 
“Bhabhi… left side pe baith jao. Main bhi kha paunga.”
“Bhabhi… sit on the left side. Then I can also eat.”
 
Simran shifted, sliding over to his left thigh. Now she was perched sideways on his leg, her soft body pressed against his side. Bhola’s left arm naturally went around her waist. His large hand rested on her soft belly, the warmth of her skin seeping through the thin fabric of the sundress. He gave her belly a small, possessive squeeze.
 
Simran squirmed slightly on his lap, a soft breath escaping her lips. She could feel the thick shape of his cock pressing against her thigh through his pants. Even after everything they had done earlier, he was already hard again.
 
She tore a small piece of roti, dipped it lightly, and brought it to her own lips. Then she turned her face toward him, the soft piece of roti still held between her lips.
 
Bhola understood immediately.
 
He leaned in and bit the roti from her mouth. As his teeth closed around the soft bread, his lips brushed against hers — warm, deliberate, and lingering. The kiss was slow and filthy in its own quiet way. He didn’t pull back immediately. He stayed there, tasting the roti and her mouth at the same time, while his hand on her belly gave another gentle squeeze.
 
Simran’s eyes fluttered for a second. She could feel his cock twitch hard against her thigh.
 
The dinner had turned into something else entirely.
 
The soft kiss over the piece of roti deepened.
 
Bhola’s left hand slid slowly upward from Simran’s soft belly. His large palm closed over her left breast through the sundress and gave it a firm, possessive squeeze. The heavy, warm flesh filled his hand completely. He could feel the structured resistance of a bra underneath the thin fabric.
 
He didn’t like that.
 
While his mouth stayed locked with hers, his hand slipped behind her back. His fingers found the clasp of her bra through the sundress and, with practiced ease, unhooked it in one smooth motion. The sudden release of pressure made Simran’s eyes open wide in surprise. A soft, muffled moan escaped into his mouth, but she didn’t pull away. She kept kissing him, her breathing growing heavier.
 
Bhola’s hand came back around to the front. Through the soft material of the sundress he caught the loosened bra cup and pulled it downward, freeing her left breast completely. The heavy, soft mound spilled free under the fabric. He did the same to the right side, tugging the other cup down until both of her gigantic, milk-heavy tits were bare beneath the thin sundress.
 
His fingers immediately found her left nipple.
 
He pinched it lightly between his thumb and forefinger — just enough pressure to send a sharp spark of pleasure through her.
 
“Aaahhh…!” Simran moaned loudly against his lips, her body jerking slightly on his lap.
 
She finally broke the kiss, breathing hard. Her face was flushed, eyes dark with arousal.
 
“Bhola… tu bahut naughty ho gaya hai,” she whispered, her voice shaky. “Dinner bhi khatam nahi hua… aur tu yeh sab shuru kar deta hai.”
“Bhola… you have become very naughty,” she whispered, her voice shaky. “Dinner isn’t even finished yet… and you start all this.”
 
Bhola smiled, his fingers still gently rolling her thick, sensitive nipple under the sundress. His cock was now fully hard and throbbing heavily against her right thigh — thick, long, and growing even harder with every second she stayed on his lap.
 
“Bhabhi… yeh mera dinner hai,” he said in a low, hungry voice. “Main aapko hi khaane wala hoon.”
“Bhabhi… this is my dinner,” he said in a low, hungry voice. “I’m going to eat you only.”
 
Simran’s breath hitched. She could feel every thick inch of his cock pressing against her thigh, hot and insistent even through his pants. Her pussy gave a small, involuntary clench at his words.
 

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

She placed a soft hand on his chest, trying to steady herself.
 
“Main jaanti hoon tu wait kar raha hai… lekin aaj raat aur kuch nahi. Pehle khana khatam karte hain.”
“I know you’re waiting… but nothing more tonight. First let’s finish the food.”
 
Even as she said it, her right thigh pressed a little more firmly against the hard, heavy ridge of his cock. She could feel it twitch and swell further under her. Bhola’s hand remained on her freed breast, thumb lazily brushing over the stiff nipple he had just pinched, as if reminding her that he already had her half-undressed at the dinner table.
 
The food on the plates was getting cold.
 
Neither of them seemed to care.
 
Bhola leaned in again and captured Simran’s mouth in a deeper, hungrier kiss. His tongue pushed past her soft lips, tasting the lingering spice of the roti and the sweetness of her mouth. While their tongues tangled, his left hand left her heavy breast and slid down. He gathered the hem of her sundress in his fingers and slowly lifted it up her thighs.
 
The soft fabric rose higher, exposing the smooth, milky skin of her legs. His large, rough palm slid underneath and began rubbing her thighs in slow, deliberate strokes. The flesh there was warm, soft, and impossibly smooth — the kind of skin that made his cock throb harder against her. He worked his way higher, fingers spreading and squeezing the plush outer thighs before moving inward.
 
Simran’s breathing grew heavier against his mouth. She shifted on his lap, her soft ass pressing down harder on his thick, trapped cock.
 
Bhola’s hand climbed higher until his fingers brushed against the thin waistband of her panty. He hooked two fingers under the elastic, pulled it outward, and then let it snap back against her soft skin with a soft thwack.
 
“Mmmph—!” Simran squeaked into the kiss, a sharp little moan escaping her as the elastic stung her skin. The sudden sensation made her hips jerk on his lap.
 
He didn’t stop. His hand moved higher still, sliding over the soft curve of her lower belly until his middle finger found the small, sensitive dip of her navel. He began slowly circling it — pressing, rubbing, teasing the tiny hole with the pad of his finger in lazy, filthy circles. Every slow rotation made Simran squirm and shift on his lap. Her thighs pressed together, then opened slightly again. He could feel the heat rising from between her legs. She was getting wetter by the second. The thin fabric of her panty was already starting to dampen against his thigh.
 
Bhola groaned into her mouth as he felt her moving. His hand continued its upward journey, sliding over the soft, warm skin of her stomach until it reached the heavy underside of her left breast. He cupped the gigantic, milk-filled globe from below, lifting its soft, dense weight in his palm. The sheer size and heaviness of it made him squeeze harder. Warm, soft flesh overflowed between his fingers.
 
Both of them moaned into the kiss at the same time — Simran’s soft and shaky, Bhola’s deep and hungry.
 
His fingers shifted. The index finger and thumb found her thick, already stiff nipple under the sundress. He pinched it, pulled it outward, then twisted it slowly between his fingers before flicking the sensitive tip with his thumb. The dual sensation of the heavy breast being squeezed from below and the nipple being played with so roughly made Simran’s whole body tremble on his lap.
 
“Aaahhh… mmmphhh…” she moaned loudly into his mouth, her hips rolling involuntarily.
 
While he tortured her nipple, Simran’s right hand slid down between their bodies. Her fingers found the thick, hard ridge of his cock straining against his trousers. She wrapped her small hand around as much of it as she could through the fabric and began stroking him slowly — up and down the heavy length, feeling it pulse and thicken even more under her touch. The outline of the fat head was clearly visible against the material, and she rubbed her palm over it deliberately.
 
Bhola finally broke the kiss, breathing hard against her lips. His hand was still buried under her sundress, firmly cupping her left breast, thumb still lazily brushing over the stiff, sensitive nipple he had just twisted.
 
He looked into her flushed face, eyes dark with hunger.
 
“Bhabhi… aap panty aur bra kyun pehenti ho?” he asked in a low, rough voice, his fingers giving her heavy tit another slow, possessive squeeze. “Main nahi chahta aap yeh pehno. Abse nahi. Na panty, na bra. Sirf yeh kapda… ya kuch bhi nahi. Main aapki chuchiyan aur aapki choot hamesha free chahta hoon. Jab bhi haath daalu… seedha milni chahiye. Samjhi?”
“Bhabhi… why do you wear panty and bra?” he asked in a low, rough voice, his fingers giving her heavy tit another slow, possessive squeeze. “I don’t want you to wear these. Not from now on. No panty, no bra. Only this cloth… or nothing at all. I want your boobs and your pussy always free. Whenever I put my hand… I should get them directly. Understood?”
 
His cock throbbed hard under her stroking hand as he spoke, thick and demanding, pressing hotly against her thigh through the fabric.
 
Simran was breathing heavily, her freed breasts rising and falling under the sundress, the left nipple still tingling from his rough play. Her panty was already soaked between her legs, and the filthy order he had just given her only made her wetter.
 
The dinner on the table remained untouched.
 
Bhola stood up suddenly, the chair scbanging against the floor. Before Simran could react, his hands grabbed the hem of her sundress. In one swift, powerful motion he pulled the soft fabric straight up. Simran’s arms lifted involuntarily as the dress was yanked over her head and off her body in a single second. The thin material fluttered away and landed somewhere near the table.
 
Her already-unhooked bra was still loosely hanging on her. Bhola’s hand shot forward, grabbed the centre of the bra between her heavy breasts, and yanked it off with force. The straps slid down her arms and the soft cups were pulled free. He tossed the bra carelessly to the side. It landed somewhere on the floor.
 
Simran was now sitting on the chair in only her thin panty, her gigantic, milk-heavy breasts completely exposed and swaying with the sudden movement. Before she could cover herself, Bhola bent down, hooked one strong arm around her waist and the other behind her knees, and in one smooth lift swung her up and over his broad shoulder.
 
“Bhola—! Kya kar rahe ho?! Chhod do mujhe!”
“Bhola—! What are you doing?! Leave me!”
 
Simran cried out, her legs kicking in the air. Her heavy breasts pressed against his back, the soft flesh flattening against his shoulder as he straightened up. She tried to push against him with her hands, but his grip was firm.
 
“Bhabhi… bas thoda upar,”
“Bhabhi… just a little higher,”
he said in a low voice, already walking toward the stairs.
 
As he climbed the first few steps, his free hand reached up under the curve of her huge, soft ass. He found the waistband of her panty and began tugging it downward. The thick, wide shape of her hips and the heavy globes of her ass made it difficult. The thin fabric stretched and resisted. Bhola paused halfway up the stairs, balanced her carefully on his shoulder, and used both hands. He worked the panty down inch by inch — first one side, then the other — pulling it past the widest part of her hips. The soft material slid over the full, jiggling cheeks of her ass until it finally cleared them.
 

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Simran was thrashing and protesting the entire time.
 
“Bhola ruk jao… panty mat nikaalo… aaahhh… kya kar rahe ho!”
“Bhola stop… don’t take off the panty… aaahhh… what are you doing!”
 
He ignored her. Once the panty was past her hips he gave it one final strong pull. The soft, already-damp piece of fabric slid down her thighs, over her knees, and fell onto the stairs, left behind like discarded evidence.
 
Now she was completely naked over his shoulder — heavy breasts hanging, wide hips and thick ass fully exposed, smooth thighs pressed together. The cool air of the staircase touched her bare skin.
 
Bhola’s right hand came back up. Without warning he slid his middle finger between her closed thighs from behind and pushed it straight into her already wet pussy.
 
“Aaahhhhhh—!” Simran shouted, her body jerking hard on his shoulder. A long, broken moan followed as his thick finger sank deep inside her. “Bhola… nikaal… aaahhh… mat daalo… aaahhh!”
 
He kept the finger buried inside her as he continued climbing the stairs. Every step made his finger shift and press against her soft inner walls. Simran’s moans became continuous — high, helpless, and wet. Her pussy clenched around the invading finger while her heavy breasts bounced and rubbed against his back with every movement.
 
When they reached the bedroom, Bhola bent forward and carefully lowered her onto the centre of the bed. She landed on her back, completely naked, legs slightly open from the way he had been holding her. His middle finger slid out of her as he set her down. The finger was shiny with her thick juices and had a few grains of rice and a streak of dal stuck to it from earlier.
 
Bhola looked at the messy finger, then looked directly at Simran. He brought it to his mouth and slowly sucked it clean, tasting her and the leftover food together. His eyes stayed on her the entire time.
 
Simran’s face burned with shyness. She immediately crossed her arms over her heavy breasts, trying to hide the soft, milk-swollen flesh, and pressed her thighs tightly together to cover her glistening pussy. Her chest was rising and falling fast.
 
Bhola’s voice was calm but firm.
 
“Bhabhi… yahin rukiye. Hilo mat.”
“Bhabhi… stay right here. Don’t move.”
 
He turned and went back downstairs. Simran stayed on the bed exactly as he had left her, naked and breathing hard, listening to his footsteps. A couple of minutes later he returned. In his hands were two small pieces of jewellery — a delicate waist chain and a thin silver anklet.
 
He sat on the edge of the bed and held them up so she could see.
 
“Yeh pehno, Bhabhi. Main chahta hoon aap yeh hamesha pehna karein. Aap inme bahut sundar lagti ho.”
“Wear this, Bhabhi. I want you to always wear these. You look very beautiful in them.”
 
Simran’s arms were still covering her breasts. She watched as he leaned forward. Bhola gently took her wrists and moved her hands away so her heavy tits were fully exposed again. Then he slipped the waist chain around her soft midriff. The cool metal settled against her warm skin, resting just above the soft curve of her lower belly and sitting prettily against the wide flare of her hips. He adjusted it carefully so it sat perfectly.
 
Next he lifted her left leg. Simran didn’t resist. He fastened the anklet around her ankle, the small chain resting against her smooth skin. When he was done he looked at her fully naked body — the waist chain glinting against her soft stomach, the anklet on her leg, her gigantic breasts free and heavy, her pussy still wet and slightly open from his finger.
 
He ran his palm slowly over the waist chain, feeling it against her skin, then looked up at her face.
 
“Ab yeh aapke upar hi rahenge, Bhabhi. Hamesha.”
“From now on these will stay on you, Bhabhi. Always.”
 
Simran lay there on the bed, completely bare except for the two pieces of jewellery he had just put on her, her heart beating hard and her body still trembling from everything that had just happened on the stairs.
 
Bhola didn’t say another word.
 
He simply hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants and pushed them down in one smooth motion. The moment the fabric cleared his hips, his cock sprang free with heavy force.
 
It was a monster.
 
Thick, dark, and brutally hard. The shaft was a deep, almost blackish-brown, the skin stretched tight over heavy veins that ran along its length like raised ropes. It stood straight up, pointing slightly toward the ceiling, so rigid that it barely moved even when he shifted. The head was even darker — a swollen, bulbous, purplish-black crown that looked angry and shiny. A thick ridge separated the head from the shaft, and the tip was already wet, a clear bead of precum slowly forming and threatening to drip. The entire length was easily twelve thick inches, so girthy that an ordinary hand would struggle to close around it. Below, his balls hung heavy and full, the dark sac drawn tight with need, the two large stones shifting slightly with every small movement of his body. They looked swollen, weighted with cum, hanging low and dense between his strong thighs.
 
Simran’s eyes locked onto it and refused to look away.
 
She was in a complete trance. Her lips parted on their own. Her tongue slowly slid out, pink and wet, as if her body had already decided it needed that dark, heavy cock in her mouth. She leaned forward slightly, mouth open, ready to take the thick head between her lips.
 
Bhola’s hand suddenly shot out and grabbed a fistful of her hair from behind. He pulled her head back firmly, stopping her just short of reaching him.
 
“Abhi nehi, Bhabhi.”
“Not yet, Bhabhi.”
 
He kicked his pants completely off and climbed onto the bed. In one strong motion he slipped both hands under her armpits and lifted her as if she weighed nothing. Simran gasped as her naked body left the mattress. He carried her the short distance to the head of the bed and set her down so her back was pressed firmly against the bedrest. Then he took both of her wrists in one large hand, pulled her arms straight up, and pinned them against the wall above her head.
 

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

The position forced her chest forward. Her gigantic, milk-heavy breasts jutted out obscenely, the soft globes pushed together and upward, nipples stiff and dark. The silver waist chain he had just put on her glinted against her soft belly. The anklet on her left leg caught the light every time she shifted.
 
Bhola stood in front of her on the bed, completely naked. His massive cock was now perfectly level with her face. The dark, swollen head hovered just inches from her open mouth. She could smell him — thick, musky, male. She could see every vein, every ridge, the shiny bead of precum at the tip.
 
Simran opened her mouth wider and stuck her tongue out again, trying to lean forward and take that thick, dark head inside. Her tongue stretched toward it, desperate.
 
Bhola’s grip on her wrists tightened. He held her arms firmly against the wall, keeping her body pinned in place so she could not move even an inch closer. The fat head of his cock stayed just out of reach — close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from it, close enough that her tongue almost brushed it, but never quite enough to take it in.
 
She tried again, straining against his hold, tongue out, mouth open, eyes fixed on the heavy, dark cock that was teasing her.
 
A thin string of saliva slipped from her lower lip and stretched downward. Another drop followed, falling onto the upper curve of her left breast. She kept her mouth open, tongue out, making soft, frustrated, needy sounds as she tried and failed to reach the thick head that hovered right in front of her.
 
Bhola watched her struggle, his cock twitching in the air between them, the heavy balls hanging low beneath it. He kept her wrists locked against the wall, forcing her to stay exactly where he wanted — breasts thrust out, mouth open and watering, completely unable to take what she so clearly wanted.
 
The thick, dark cock stayed just beyond the tip of her tongue, glistening, waiting.
 
Simran’s mouth stayed wide open, tongue out, eyes locked on the thick, dark cock hovering just out of reach. Saliva was no longer just a thin string. It was dripping freely now, the way a hungry dog’s mouth waters when it sees meat. Thick, clear spit ran over her lower lip, down her chin, and fell onto the upper slope of her right breast. From there it travelled slowly into the deep valley of her cleavage, leaving a shiny wet trail between her gigantic, soft tits.
 
Bhola’s cock was throbbing hard in the air between them. Every pulse made the heavy shaft twitch. A fat bead of precum swelled at the tip of the dark, swollen head. It grew heavier, stretched, and then began to fall in a long, thin, continuous strand — a shiny, sticky thread of his juice hanging in the air right above her open mouth. Simran’s eyes followed it with pure desperation. A soft, needy moan left her throat. She looked up at him with wet, pleading eyes, exactly like a puppy that had been told to wait for its food.
 
Bhola watched her for a long moment. He was deliberately training her — this sexy, voluptuous Punjaban who had been riding his cock earlier and was now reduced to sitting naked with her hands pinned, mouth open, and spit running down her tits.
 
He shifted his hips slightly. The long string of precum swung and then broke, landing with a soft wet sound on the upper curve of her right breast. The clear drop slowly trickled down the soft, heavy flesh, following the full round shape of her tit until it disappeared under the curve.
 
Simran whimpered.
 
“Please… Bhola… dena… please…”
“Please… Bhola… give it… please…”
 
Bhola looked down at her, his cock still twitching above her face.
 
“Kya dena, Bhabhi? Kya chahiye aapko?”
“Give what, Bhabhi? What do you want?”
 
Simran’s face burned with embarrassment, but her hunger was stronger. Her voice came out soft and shaky.
 
“Tera… lund. Please… mujhe aapka lund chahiye.”
“Your… cock. Please… I want your cock.”
 
“Lund se kya karogi?”
“What will you do with the cock?”, he asked, his voice low and rough. He kept her wrists pinned firmly against the wall.
 
She swallowed, more saliva spilling from the corner of her mouth.
 
“Main… main usko choosungi. Main uske saath khelna chahti hoon. Main usko khaana chahti hoon. Please… muh mein do…”
“I… I’ll suck it. I want to play with it. I want to eat it. Please… put it in my mouth…”
 
Bhola’s cock pulsed harder at her words. Another small bead of precum formed at the tip.
 
“Nahi,” he said firmly.
 
“Jab tak main na bolun, aap mere lund ko haath nahi lagaogi. Touch nahi karogi. Promise karo.”
“Until I say so, you won’t put your hand on my cock. You won’t touch it. Promise.”
 
Simran shook her head slightly, still straining against his grip, trying to get closer to the thick, dark head that was so close yet denied to her.
 
“Itna bura mat bano… please… dena na… muh mein hi dena…”
“Don’t be so mean… please… give it na… just put it in my mouth…”
 
Bhola’s free hand suddenly grabbed her right breast. His fingers sank into the soft, heavy flesh and squeezed. A thick white drop of milk immediately beaded at her nipple and began to run down. He squeezed again, harder, forcing more milk out while he stared into her eyes.
 
““Promise, Bhabhi. Otherwise you won’t even get it in your mouth today. Promise.”
“Promise karo, Bhabhi. Warna aaj muh mein bhi nahi milega. Promise.”
 
Simran’s voice broke with need.
 
“Main… main kuch bhi karungi. Promise. Main promise karti hoon. Please… ab dena…”
“I… I’ll do anything. Promise. I promise. Please… give it now…”
 
Bhola held her gaze for another second, then slowly released her wrists. Her arms lowered, but she kept them at her sides, remembering his order. She did not reach for his cock.
 
“Muh kholo,” he said. “Jab tak main na bolun, band mat karna.”
“Open your mouth,” he said. “Don’t close it until I say so.”
 
Simran immediately opened her mouth wide again, tongue resting flat, waiting. Her eyes were glassy with lust.
 
Bhola stepped closer on the bed until the thick, dark cock was positioned directly above her open mouth. The heavy, swollen head hovered just above her tongue. Another clear drop of precum gathered at the slit, grew heavy, and then fell.
 
It landed straight on her tongue.
 
Simran’s eyes fluttered at the taste, but she kept her mouth open exactly as he had ordered, the single drop of his precum sitting on her tongue while more saliva continued to drip from her lips onto her bare, milk-streaked breasts.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Bhola slowly stepped down from the bed, his heavy cock swaying thick and hard between his legs as his feet touched the floor. The moment he was standing, Simran moved.
 
She dropped forward onto her hands and knees without being told. Her body shifted into the position of a dog — back arched slightly, head low, ass raised high. She began crawling toward him across the bed, then onto the floor, her movements slow and deliberate. Every step of her hands and knees made her massive ass sway heavily from side to side.
 
From behind, the view was pure filth.
 
Her gigantic, heart-shaped ass dominated the sight — two enormous, milky-white globes that were soft yet heavy, the flesh jiggling with every crawl. The deep cleft between them was dark and inviting. Lower, her thighs were thick, smooth, and powerful, the soft inner skin rubbing together faintly as she moved. Her calf muscles flexed with each forward push of her knees, the rounded shape of her lower legs tight and feminine. Between those thick thighs her pussy was fully on display. The outer lips were puffy and swollen from earlier use, a deep pink that looked wet and used. They were slightly parted, revealing the glistening inner folds. A single thick drop of her clear, sticky juice had gathered at the bottom of her slit and was slowly trickling down the soft skin of her right inner thigh, leaving a shiny trail. Just above her pussy, her tight pink asshole winked slightly with every movement of her hips, clean and small against the pale flesh surrounding it.
 
As she crawled, her heavy breasts hung straight down toward the mattress and then the floor. The gigantic, milk-filled globes swayed heavily with every motion, the soft flesh swinging and clapping softly against each other. Her dark nipples were stiff. A single white drop of milk beaded at the tip of her left nipple, grew heavier, and then fell with a soft *pat* onto the bedsheet below. Her mouth was still open exactly as he had ordered, tongue resting inside, strings of saliva still connecting her lower lip to her chin. Her eyes were glassy and fixed on his cock as she crawled closer, looking up at him with pure, shameless hunger.
 
Bhola’s cock twitched hard at the sight. The thick shaft pulsed, the dark head swelling even more as another bead of precum formed at the tip. The heavy balls between his legs drew up slightly.
 
If only Ravi could see this.
 
If only her husband could see how his wife looked right now — completely naked except for the waist chain and anklet, crawling on the floor like a bitch in heat toward the servant’s cock, her huge ass raised, her pussy dripping, milk leaking from her tits, mouth open and watering. If only he knew what his Bhabhi had become in this room.
 
When she reached him, Bhola bent down, grabbed a thick fistful of her hair from behind, and pulled her head up. He leaned in and crushed his mouth against hers in a deep, wet smooch. His tongue pushed into her open mouth, tasting her saliva as he kissed her hard.
 
He pulled back just enough to speak against her lips, his voice low and rough.
 
“Bhabhi… aap itni achchi lag rahi ho. Aap nangi bahot achchi dikhti ho. Aise hi rehna. Hamesha aise hi.”
“Bhabhi… you look so good. You look so beautiful naked. Stay like this. Always like this.”
 
Simran whimpered into the kiss, her open mouth still obeying, more saliva dripping down her chin onto her hanging breasts.
 
Then Bhola released her hair and moved behind her.
 
He dropped to his knees on the floor, his face level with the gigantic ass she was presenting. Up close the view was even more obscene. Her thick cheeks were spread slightly by the position, her puffy, wet pussy fully open and glistening, the drop of juice still slowly running down her right thigh. Her tight asshole sat right above it, soft and pink.
 
Bhola leaned in, stuck his thick tongue out, and dragged it slowly upward along the wet trail of her pussy juice on her thigh, collecting the sticky fluid. Then he moved higher and pressed his tongue flat against her dripping cunt, licking upward through her swollen folds to taste her directly.
 
Simran’s whole body shuddered as his tongue made contact.
Simran’s face burned with embarrassment. She was still on her hands and knees on the floor, completely naked except for the silver waist chain around her soft midriff and the anklet on her left leg. Her heavy breasts hung down, nipples stiff, a faint trail of dried saliva and milk on her skin. Her huge ass was raised high, pussy exposed and glistening.
 
She turned her head slightly, voice shaky and low.
 
“Bhola… yeh kya kar rahe ho? Itni sharam aati hai… aise mat dekho… “
“Bhola… what are you doing? I’m so embarrassed… don’t look at me like that…”
 
Bhola didn’t answer with words at first. He leaned in from behind and planted a soft, deliberate kiss right on the puffy, swollen petals of her pussy. His lips pressed against the wet folds, tasting the thin film of her juice.
 
Simran’s whole body shivered hard.
 
“Aaahhh…”
 
Bhola pulled back just enough to speak, his breath hot against her cunt.
 
“Bhabhi… aapki choot itni sundar dikh rahi hai aise. Gulabi, geeli, thodi si khuli hui… bilkul jaise koi phool. Aur yeh badi-badi gaand… waist chain ke saath dekh ke lagta hai jaise koi rani nangi baithi ho. Please… thoda hilaao na apni gaand, Bhabhi. Dekhte hi mera lund aur sakht ho jaata hai.”
“Bhabhi… your pussy looks so beautiful like this. Pink, wet, a little open… just like a flower. And this big ass… with the waist chain it looks like a queen sitting naked. Please… move your ass a little, Bhabhi. Just looking at it makes my cock even harder.”
 
Simran’s face was on fire. She was about to say something when the sharp ring of her phone cut through the room.
 
Bhola stood up, walked to the side table, and picked up the phone. The screen showed **Jasleen – Bangalore**.
 
Simran immediately tried to get up.
 
“Bhola… phone do… main uth jaati hoon—”
“Bhola… give me the phone… I’m getting up—”
 
He placed a firm hand on her lower back, keeping her exactly where she was — on all fours, ass up.
 
“Mat utho, Bhabhi. Aise hi baat karo.”
“Don’t get up, Bhabhi. Talk just like this.”
 
“Nahi… Bhola… please…”
“No… Bhola… please…”
 
But he had already swiped to answer. He put the phone on speaker for a second, then held it out to her. Simran glared at him with an angry, helpless smile — the kind that mixed irritation with the knowledge that she was already too far gone to fight properly. She took the phone with one hand, keeping the other on the floor for balance, and stayed on her knees.
 
“Hello… Jasleen?”

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Her sister’s bright voice came through.
 
“Simmuuu! Finally. Kitni der se try kar rahi thi. Phone kahan tha tera?”
“Simmuuu! Finally. I’ve been trying for so long. Where was your phone?”
 
Simran tried to keep her voice normal, even as she felt Bhola’s presence behind her again.
 
“Sorry… bathroom mein thi thodi der. Sab theek hai?”
“Sorry… I was in the bathroom for a bit. Is everything okay?”
 
“Haan-haan. Sun, Ravi ke baare mein poochna tha. Usne kaha tha Bangalore meeting ke baad milne aayega, lekin abhi tak koi clear message nahi. Tumse baat hui uski?”
“Yes-yes. Listen, I wanted to ask about Ravi. He said he’d come meet after the Bangalore meeting, but there’s still no clear message. Did he talk to you?”
 
Simran shifted slightly on her knees. The waist chain moved against her soft belly.
 
“Haan… usne kaha tha meeting ke baad time nikalne ki koshish karega. Lekin Korea flight uski jaldi hai na… shayad tight ho. Maine kaha tha agar time mile toh zaroor mil lena tum logon se.”
“Yes… he said he’d try to make time after the meeting. But his Korea flight is soon… it might be tight. I told him if he gets time he should definitely meet you all.”
 
Jasleen sighed on the other end.
 
“Haan yaar. Rajiv bhi bol raha tha ki Ravi aaye toh dinner plan karte hain. Bahut din ho gaye milay. Ghar ka kya haal hai? Akeli toh nahi feel kar rahi na?”
“Yeah. Rajiv was also saying if Ravi comes we should plan dinner. It’s been so long since we met. How’s home? You’re not feeling lonely, right?”
 
Simran’s eyes flicked up as Bhola stepped in front of her. He was completely naked, his massive dark cock standing rigid. He held it at the base and slowly shook it in front of her face. The heavy shaft swayed. A thick bead of precum had gathered at the slit of the swollen head and was starting to stretch.
 
Simran’s mouth opened on its own. Her tongue came out and licked the clear drop of precum from the tip. The salty-sweet taste spread across her tongue. Bhola allowed it for a second, then suddenly pushed his hips forward. Only the fat, dark cock head slid past her lips and into her mouth. It stretched her lips wide. She moaned around it — a soft, wet sound that she quickly tried to turn into a normal response.
 
“Mmm… nahi… akeli nahi feel kar rahi. Ghar theek hai. Bhola sab sambhal leta hai.”
“Mmm… no… I’m not feeling lonely. Home is fine. Bhola handles everything.”
 
She spoke with the thick head still resting on her tongue. Her voice came out slightly muffled and breathy.
 
Jasleen continued, unaware.
 
“Achha hai. Main toh soch rahi thi tu bore ho rahi hogi. Ravi ke jaane ke baad ghar sunsaan lagta hoga. Kabhi Bangalore aa jaa na. Bachchon ko bhi bahut din ho gaye mausi se mile.”
“That’s good. I was thinking you must be getting bored. After Ravi left the house must feel empty. Come to Bangalore sometime. The kids haven’t met their mausi in a long time either.”
 
Bhola slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth. A thin string of saliva and precum connected her lower lip to the shiny head for a moment before breaking. He moved back behind her without a word.
 
Simran stayed exactly as she was — on all fours, phone pressed to her ear, ass raised high.
 
“Haan… sochti hoon kabhi. Lekin abhi Ravi ka schedule tight hai. Korea se wapas aake shayad thoda free ho.”
“Yes… I think about it sometimes. But Ravi’s schedule is tight right now. After he comes back from Korea he might be a bit free.”
 
Behind her, Bhola dropped to his knees again. He leaned in close. First he just breathed her in — a long, deep sniff of her wet, exposed pussy. The musky-sweet scent of her arousal filled his nose. Then his tongue came out and dragged slowly through her swollen folds, collecting the fresh juice that had gathered there.
 
Simran’s free hand clenched against the floor. A soft, involuntary moan slipped out before she could stop it.
 
“Mmm… a-aaisa hi hai. Ghar mein sab normal chal raha hai. Khaana-peena theek hai. Tu bata… Rajiv kaisa hai? Office ka pressure toh nahi hai zyada?”
“Mmm… y-yes like that. Everything at home is running normally. Food and all is fine. You tell me… how is Rajiv? Office pressure isn’t too much, right?”
 
Jasleen launched into a long update about Rajiv’s office, some project deadline, how the kids were asking about their mausi, and whether Simran had thought about visiting during the next holidays. The conversation kept going — ordinary sister talk about family, houses, Ravi’s travel, and plans.
 
All the while, Bhola stayed behind her, face buried between her thick thighs, slowly and thoroughly licking her dripping pussy. His tongue moved in long, wet strokes from her clit down to her entrance and back up, sometimes pushing slightly inside, sometimes circling her puffy outer lips. Every time he pressed particularly firmly, Simran’s voice would catch or soften for a second before she forced it back to normal.
 
She remained on her hands and knees, waist chain glinting, anklet visible on her left leg, heavy breasts hanging, mouth still slightly open from earlier, while her sister continued talking and Bhola continued eating her cunt with slow, filthy focus.
 
The conversation was nowhere near finished.
 
Simran stayed exactly as she was — on her hands and knees on the floor, phone pressed to one ear, ass raised high, the silver waist chain glinting against her soft midriff. Her heavy breasts hung freely, swaying slightly every time she shifted her weight. Behind her, Bhola’s tongue was still working slowly through her wet folds when Jasleen’s voice continued brightly on the other end.
 
“Haan toh main bol rahi thi, Ravi agar is baar mil gaya toh usko bolna ki next time longer stay kare. Rajiv uske saath kuch project discuss karna chahta hai. Aur haan, tumhare ghar ka kya scene hai? Akeli reh ke bore toh nahi ho rahi?”
“Yes so I was saying, if Ravi meets this time tell him to stay longer next time. Rajiv wants to discuss some project with him. And yes, what’s the scene at your house? You’re not getting bored living alone?”
 
Simran forced her voice to stay even.
 
“Nahi… bore nahi. Ghar theek chal raha hai. Bhola sab dekh leta hai. Khaana, safai, sab.”
“No… not bored. Home is running fine. Bhola looks after everything. Food, cleaning, everything.”
 
While she spoke, Bhola moved. He slid underneath her from the side, lying on his back so that his face was directly under her heavy, hanging breasts. The moment his mouth found her left nipple, he latched on hard — the way a hungry cub latches onto a cow’s udder. He sucked with long, deep pulls, cheeks hollowing, drawing thick streams of warm milk into his mouth. His hands came up and grabbed both soft, gigantic globes from below, squeezing and pulling them downward so the nipples stretched toward his lips.
 

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

There is a lot of stuff yet to be posted. But it increasingly is getting difficult to keep it just cheating. Well it's been quite sometime now that I had posted. Things suddenly creep up like you did not even see coming. How are you guys? I am so sorry for keeping you guys wait so long. I tried pushing this story to someone else but I couldn't find any. I did get contacted by some assholes but cant help those. 

Let me know how you guys feel about our cow Simran and do post some pics for spreading love. 

[Rexd_101]

There is a lot of stuff yet to be posted. But it increasingly is getting difficult to keep it just cheating. Well it's been quite sometime now that I had posted. Things suddenly creep up like you did not even see coming. How are you guys? I am so sorry for keeping you guys wait so long. I tried pushing this story to someone else but I couldn't find any. I did get contacted by some assholes but cant help those. 

Let me know how you guys feel about our cow Simran and do post some pics for spreading love. 

If you find it difficult keeping it just cheating - what did you have in mind for story trajectory?

Also, tbh - your writing style is your own. Anyone taking over - other readers would immediately find it different.

Thanks for coming back and posting these amazing updates!

[vishuvanathan]

Very good update