Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Bhola hesitated for a few seconds, cheeks burning. But Simran’s gaze was steady and commanding. Slowly, he stood up on the bed, unbuttoned his pants, and pushed them down to his ankles. He was still wearing his white underwear, the fabric stretched obscenely tight over the massive, thick bulge. The outline of his heavy cock and the fat head was impossible to miss.
 
Simran stared, biting her lower lip.
 
“Haan…Utaaro underwear apna.”
“Yes… take off your underwear.”
 
After a few more seconds of shy hesitation, Bhola hooked his thumbs into the waistband and slowly lowered the underwear down to his ankles.
 
His massive cock sprang free, swinging heavily between his legs like a thick, dark pendulum. It was still soft but already enormous — easily eight inches long even flaccid, thick as Simran’s wrist, with a slight downward curve and heavy, low-hanging balls swinging beneath it. The dark skin, prominent veins, and the fat, bulbous head made it look like a living weapon.
 
Simran’s eyes widened, her mouth parting in awe.
 
She pointed to the chair near the bed.
 
“Dono pant aur underwear utha lo aur wahan chair par rakh do.”
“Pick up both pant and underwear and keep them on the chair there.”
 
Bhola, still confused but obedient, stepped out of his clothes, picked them up, and placed them neatly on the chair.
 
Simran looked at his naked lower body — the thick, heavy cock dangling between his strong thighs — and said softly:
 
“Abhi mere saath ho to koi baat nahi… pant baad mein pehenna.”
“Now that you are with me it’s okay… you can wear the pant later.”
 
Bhola’s cock twitched visibly at her words, starting to thicken and lift even as he stood there.
 
Simran couldn’t take her eyes off it. The sight was mesmerizing — the way it hung heavy and full, the dark skin, the veins, the way it swayed with his slightest movement. She was dripping again, her soaked panty clinging to her swollen pussy lips.
 
She looked up at his face, her voice soft but firm.
 
“Jab tak aise nahi aoge… mera doodh nahi milega.”
“Until you come like this… you won’t get my milk.”
 
She lifted both her heavy breasts with her hands, shaking them gently toward him, the leaking nipples pointing straight at his mouth.
 
“Ab jaldi aao aur piyo.”
“Now come fast and drink.”
 
Bhola’s eyes darkened with hunger. He climbed onto the bed again, moving toward her on his knees, his thick, heavy cock swinging between his legs like a thick, dark snake ready to strike.
 
Bhola crawled onto the bed like a hungry animal, his knees sinking into the mattress as he moved toward her. His huge, soft cock swung heavily between his thick thighs, thick as her wrist even when not hard, the dark shaft swaying and slapping lightly against his balls with every forward movement. The fat head bobbed, still glistening from the precum that had leaked earlier. It looked obscene — a heavy, dark monster hanging low, not yet fully erect but already promising destruction.
 
Simran sat back on her heels, legs spread wide, breathing fast. She watched that swinging cock with wide, hungry eyes, her pussy clenching hard at the sight.
 
He reached her and didn’t waste time. His rough hands hooked under the thin strings of her kameez and yanked them down her shoulders in one rough motion. Both heavy, milk-filled breasts spilled out completely — full, round, and already leaking. Thick white drops rolled down the undersides and dripped from her dark, puffy nipples.
 
“Bhabhi… dekhiye in bade-bade, tapakte hue chuchiyon ko,” Bhola growled low, voice thick with need. “Mere liye itne meethe doodh se bhare hue… aaj main har boond pee jaunga.”
“Bhabhi… look at these big, leaking tits,” Bhola growled low, voice thick with need. “So full of sweet milk for me… I’m going to drink every drop today.”
 
He lowered his head and latched onto her left tit like a starving man. His mouth sealed tight around the nipple and a big chunk of soft flesh, sucking hard and deep. The first powerful pull made milk jet straight into his mouth in thick, creamy streams. Simran threw her head back and moaned loudly, a raw, filthy sound echoing in the bedroom.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… oh fuck… yes…”
 
Each strong suck made her gasp and whimper. Her hands flew to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him harder against her breast even as she tried to stay in control.
 
Bhola sucked like he owned her. Loud, wet, greedy slurps filled the room as he drank. Milk spilled from the corners of his lips, running down his chin and dripping onto her belly. He switched to the right tit without warning, latching on even harder, squeezing the left one roughly with his hand, milking it downward so more milk sprayed out.
 
Simran was losing it.