Simran was still trembling from the intense orgasm she had just ridden out on Ravi’s lap. Her body felt loose and heavy, pussy still pulsing with aftershocks, the front of her checked shirt completely soaked with her leaking milk. She climbed off him slowly, legs shaky, and collapsed onto the bed beside him, breathing hard.
But Ravi was nowhere near done.
He turned toward her immediately, eyes dark with hunger. “Come here, baby…” he murmured, pulling her close. His hands roamed greedily over her body, sliding under the short shirt to squeeze her heavy, leaking tits. He kissed her neck, her jaw, then her lips — deep, needy kisses that told her he was aching for release.
Simran smiled lazily, still floating in her post-orgasm glow, but she let him kiss her, returning the kisses softly while her mind drifted.
Ravi didn’t stop. He kissed his way down her body, pushing the checked shirt up until her breasts spilled out. He planted kisses on her boobs avoiding her nipples as they were already leaking a bit but he didn’t want to gag like the other day, then continued lower. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her soaked white panty and peeled it down her thighs in one smooth motion, tossing it aside.
Simran gasped as the cool air hit her dripping pussy. Her swollen pink lips were glistening, clit still puffy and sensitive from earlier.
Ravi spread her thighs wide and buried his face between them without hesitation. His tongue licked a long, slow stripe from her entrance to her clit, tasting how soaked she was.
“Mmm… so fucking wet,” he groaned against her pussy, the vibration making her hips twitch.
Simran moaned softly and reached for her phone on the bedside table. While Ravi’s tongue worked between her folds, licking and sucking on her clit with wet, hungry sounds, she unlocked her screen and started typing.
She bit her lip, trying to focus as pleasure started building again.
“Listen to this…” she said breathily, voice shaky as Ravi’s tongue flicked rapidly over her clit. “It says here… the person who is the donor… if he has a big shaft… then better chances of successful insemination…”
Ravi looked up from between her thighs, lips shiny with her juices, eyes looking questionably towards her. His hand had already slipped into his track pants and he was slowly stroking his hard cock while continuing to eat her out.
“I hope Arjun is up to the task then,” he said with a dirty little smirk, before diving back in, sucking her clit into his mouth.
Simran laughed breathlessly, the sound turning into a moan as his tongue pushed inside her. She kept reading, voice getting more broken.
“And… the female used to… ahh… stimulate the shaft… to full rock-hard erection before allowing penetration… she would stroke it… suck it… make sure it was throbbing and ready… so every drop goes deep inside…”
Ravi groaned loudly against her pussy. His stroking became faster, the wet sound of his hand on his cock mixing with the filthy sounds of him eating her. He was fully embracing it now — jerking himself off while licking his wife’s cunt, imagining her being used by someone else.
“Fuck… that’s so hot,” he muttered, voice muffled. “Imagine her on her knees… sucking a big thick cock… getting it ready to breed her…”
Simran’s hips bucked against his face. She was getting close again, her free hand reaching down to hold his head in place while she kept scrolling.
“She would… ride him slowly at first… make sure he stays deep… then let him fuck her hard… filling her every single day…”
Ravi’s hand moved faster on his cock, the bed shaking slightly with the motion. He was sucking on her clit like a man possessed, two fingers sliding inside her soaked pussy, curling against her G-spot.
Simran’s thighs started trembling around his head. Her second orgasm was building fast.
She dropped the phone, grabbed his hair with both hands and ground her dripping cunt against his tongue, moaning loudly now.
“Ahh… fuck… Ravi…”
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