Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Simran smiled—breathless, wicked—and brought the tit back immediately, guiding it to his lips.
 
Bhola’s eyes were closed now—lost in the taste, the warmth—unaware she’d done it intentionally, chasing the edge of her pleasure.
 
She let him suck again—deep, greedy pulls—for a long moment, milk flowing freely, his mouth warm and wet around her sensitive peak.
 
Then she pulled back once more—slow, deliberate—the nipple stretching long before popping free with another wet smack, milk spraying across his face in glistening ropes.
 
This time, Bhola’s hands moved—both rising to grab her breasts firmly, one in each palm, squeezing the heavy globes possessively, thumbs brushing the leaking nipples.
 
Simran hovered above him—panting, flushed, panties utterly ruined, pussy throbbing with need she could just no longer grind away.
 
Bhola’s mouth moved with quiet hunger—releasing the left nipple with a soft, wet pop, this time deliberately, milk still dribbling from the swollen peak in a thin, creamy trail. He shifted immediately to the right, lips sealing around the once-blocked nipple—now freed and leaking steadily—sucking with deeper, more insistent pulls. His strong hands which had already cupped both breasts from below, now squeezing them together, thumbs pressing into the soft undersides while his fingers kneaded upward in rhythmic waves, coaxing milk from both at once.
 
Simran’s body arched above him— “Aaaahhhh… ohhh… aaaahhhh…ummfff” —moans stretching longer, breathier, as warm milk gushed freely now from both nipples, spraying into his mouth in thick, pulsing streams.
 
He swallowed greedily—gluck… gluck… gluck—the sweet, creamy flood filling him, spilling slightly from the corners of his lips as he sucked harder, tongue swirling over the sensitive peaks in turn.
 
Her hips pushed up once involuntarily—pussy grinding against the massive hardness in his pants, the soaked lace panties now was under frontal attack, and desperately she rubbed her swollen clit against his throbbing length.
 
“Aaahhhh… Bhola… aaaahhhh…” her cries deepened, body trembling on the edge.
 
Thunder crashed outside—massive, earth-shaking, perfectly timed—as her orgasm exploded.
 
“AAAAHHHH…… AAAAHHHH…. AAAAHHHH!” she screamed, back bowing, pussy clenching hard as she squirted through the lace, hot fluid soaking them both. Milk sprayed from both nipples in forceful jets—coating Bhola’s face, his chest, dripping down his neck—as her body convulsed, thighs clamping around his waist, nails digging into the mattress.
 
The thunder rolled on, masking her cries, the storm and her climax merging into one violent release.
 
Simran was thrown back to present to the loud sound of the thunder near her bathroom window which broke the trance. She came concurrently thinking of the orgasm she hit when Bhola had pushed his monster just once.