Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Simran was perched on the edge of the kitchen slab behind the high marble counter, legs spread wide, her soaked white panty grinding frantically against the massive, rock-hard bulge in Bhola’s pants. She couldn’t stop herself. Her ankles locked tight behind his back, heels digging into his ass as she rolled her hips like a whore in heat, rubbing her dripping cunt up and down the thick, burning length of his cock through their clothes. The fat head of his monster kept nudging her swollen clit with every desperate grind, sending white-hot sparks shooting through her body.
 
She was so fucking close.
 
Her heavy tits hung out of the open checked shirt, jiggling and bouncing as Bhola sucked them like a savage. Milk was spraying everywhere — thick white jets shooting into his mouth, overflowing down his chin, running in messy rivers over her stomach and soaking into her panty. Her nipples were swollen dark red, stretched long between his lips every time he pulled back before diving in again.
Bhola suddenly popped off her right tit with a filthy, wet smack. A long, sticky string of milk stretched between his shiny lips and her throbbing nipple before snapping. Without missing a beat he attacked the left one even harder, sucking with brutal, vacuum force, cheeks hollowed so deep it looked obscene. He gulped loudly, swallowing her warm, sweet milk in greedy, noisy mouthfuls while his hands mauled both tits, squeezing and lifting them, forcing more milk to gush out.
Simran was right there — right on the fucking edge.
 
Her pussy was clenching and fluttering, love juice pouring out of her in hot, sticky gushes, completely drenching her panty and smearing all over the front of his pants. Her clit was swollen and throbbing painfully against his thick cock, every grind pushing her closer and closer to that shattering orgasm she needed so badly.
 
Just a few more seconds… just a little harder…
 
Then Bhola suddenly pulled back.
 
He released her left tit with a loud, wet pop, milk spraying across her chest in a final messy arc. He looked up at her, eyes dark and hazy, lips glistening, chin dripping with her cream. Without a word he yanked her shirt down, covering her swollen, leaking breasts completely. Then he stepped back, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and gave her a small, satisfied smile.
 
Simran sat there frozen on the counter, body screaming.
 
Her orgasm was right there — hovering, pulsing, agonizingly close — but now it was slipping away, leaving her empty and aching and furious. Her pussy was spasming around nothing, clit throbbing so hard it hurt, fresh slick still leaking down her thighs in thick, shameful trails. Her tits felt heavy and sore, nipples raw and hypersensitive, still leaking into the shirt in slow, warm pulses.
 
She was desperate. She was dying to cum. She needed it so badly her whole body was shaking.
 
She wanted to grab his head and shove him back between her tits. She wanted to rip her panty aside and grind her dripping cunt on his face until she squirted all over him. She wanted to beg him to finger her, to fuck her, to do anything to push her over that edge.
 
But she couldn’t.
 
She forced a shaky smile, slid off the counter on trembling legs, and adjusted her shirt with shaking fingers. Her panty was ruined — completely soaked, clinging obscenely to her swollen pussy lips, the crotch dark and dripping.
 
Bhola stepped back to the stove like nothing had happened, though the massive, angry bulge in his pants was impossible to miss.
 
Simran turned and walked upstairs on unsteady legs, every step making her soaked panty rub against her throbbing clit, every movement sending fresh waves of desperate, unsatisfied need through her body.
 
When she reached the bedroom, Ravi wasn’t sleeping.
 
He was sitting up in bed, back against the headboard, scrolling something on his phone.
 
Simran paused in the doorway, thighs pressed tight together, trying to hide how badly she was shaking.
 
“Didn’t sleep?” she asked, her voice still slightly hoarse and breathy.
Ravi looked up and gave her a tired smile.