He stepped close, grabbed her right breast with both hands, lifted the heavy globe, and latched on like a starving animal. His mouth opened wide and took in almost half the soft flesh, sucking with savage, desperate force.
“Aaahhh….” Simran gasped,
"Aahhh… Bhola… aur zor se choos please… haan aise hi… jaldi… jaldi…"
("Aahhh… Bhola… suck harder please… yes just like that… quickly… quickly…")
Her voice shaky and commanding as she gripped the back of his head with both hands and pulled him deeper into her chest.
Bhola obeyed like a man possessed.
He sucked violently — deep, rhythmic, almost brutal pulls that made loud, wet, obscene slurping sounds echo in the bedroom. His cheeks hollowed dramatically with every suck, drawing thick, forceful jets of warm milk straight into his mouth. He gulped greedily, swallowing again and again, but the flow was too much. Milk overflowed instantly from the corners of his lips, running down his chin in messy white rivers, dripping onto her stomach and soaking into the waistband of her palazzo pants.
Simran’s head fell back, mouth open in silent cries.
"Yes… aise hi… aur zor se choos… yeh bilkul bhare hue hain…"
(“Yes… like that… suck harder… they’re so full…”)
Bhola’s hands were rough now, squeezing her tit from the base upward like he was milking a cow, forcing even more milk to spray into his hungry mouth. He switched to the left breast without warning, sucking even more aggressively, his tongue pressing flat against the thick nipple while he pulled with raw power. The wet, filthy sounds grew louder — slurp… gluck… slurp… gulp — milk spraying across his face every time he released a nipple for half a second before diving back in.
Simran was shaking. Her legs were trembling so badly she had to lean back against the wardrobe for support. Her pussy was dripping again, the white panty completely ruined, fresh slick running down her inner thighs.
"Jaldi kar Bhola… please… inhe khali kar de… mujhe zaroorat hai…"
(“Faster, Bhola… please… empty them… I need it…”)
she begged in a broken whisper, fingers digging into his scalp, pulling his face harder against her leaking tits.
Bhola went feral.
He grabbed both heavy breasts at once, pushed them together, and alternated between them like a madman — sucking one nipple deep and hard, then switching to the other with a wet pop, milk spraying everywhere. His hands mauled her soft flesh, squeezing, kneading, pulling the nipples long and letting them snap back into his mouth. Milk was flowing freely now, coating his entire face, dripping from his chin onto the floor in steady drops.
Ravi downstairs had no idea his wife was getting milked by his servant at least 10-15 years younger than him. His wife, his most prized possession was openly giving her consent to be sucked and sucked hard. Bhola not only sucked, he enjoyed every bit of it.
Simran was moaning helplessly, trying to stay quiet but failing. Her hips were rolling on their own, grinding against nothing, her soaked pussy aching for more.
Bhola kept sucking like his life depended on it — loud, greedy, animalistic pulls that drained her completely. He didn’t stop until both breasts felt noticeably softer and lighter, the flow finally slowing to a trickle. Only then did he release her left nipple with one last long, wet suck, a final thick spurt of milk landing on his tongue.
He pulled back slightly, breathing hard, lips swollen and shiny, chin and neck glistening with her milk. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked up at her with dark, satisfied eyes.
"Bhabhi… mujhe phir se tel aur shehad lagana padega," he said, voice low and rough. "Isse woh naram rahenge… crack hone se bach jayenge."
(“Bhabhi… I need to apply the oil and honey again,” he said, voice low and rough. “It will keep them soft… prevent cracking.”)
Simran stood there panting, shirt hanging open, breasts red and glistening, nipples swollen and raw. Her legs were still shaking, pussy throbbing, body still desperate for the orgasm she hadn’t been able to reach.
She nodded weakly, chest heaving.
"Yes… jaldi kar do."
(“Yes… do it quickly.”)
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