Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

“Bhola… thora dheere, baby… itna zor se mat kheench… ahhh fuck… tum itna zor se choos rahe ho…”
“Bhola… try to be gentle, baby… itna zor se mat kheech… ahhh fuck… you’re sucking so hard…”
 
But Bhola didn’t care. He growled against her nipple, the vibration sending shocks straight to her clit.
 
“Gentle? Nahin, Bhabhi… yeh bade-bade, rasile chuchiyan aaj mere hain. Main inhe poora khaali kar dunga. Dekhiye kitna doodh mere liye nikal raha hai… aapki chuchiyon se fuware ki tarah doodh tapak rahi hain.”
“Gentle? No, Bhabhi… these big, juicy tits are mine tonight. I’m going to empty them completely. Look how much milk is coming out for me… your whore tits are leaking milk like fountains.”
 
He sucked a massive mouthful of warm milk from her right breast, cheeks hollowed, then suddenly pulled off with a wet pop. Milk sprayed across his face. He grabbed her by the back of the neck, yanked her forward, and crushed his mouth against hers in a deep, filthy kiss.
 
Simran moaned into his mouth as he pushed the thick, creamy milk straight onto her tongue. She tasted herself — sweet, warm, slightly salty — mixed with his spit. She kissed him back hungrily, sucking the milk from his tongue, swallowing greedily while her hands gripped his shoulders.
 
“Mmmph… fuck, Bhola… mera apna doodh tumhare muh se kitna accha lag raha hai…”
“Mmmph… fuck, Bhola… my own milk tastes so good from your mouth…”
 
He broke the kiss, strings of milk and saliva connecting their lips, and dove straight back to her left tit. He sucked even harder this time, squeezing both breasts roughly, making them spray milk everywhere.
 
“Aur do, Bhabhi… apna doodh aur do,” he mumbled around her nipple, voice muffled and filthy. “Main tab tak peeta rahunga jab tak aapki chuchiyan bilkul khali na ho jaayen… phir main aapko muh mein bhar dunga.”
“More, Bhabhi… give me more of your milk,” he mumbled around her nipple, voice muffled and filthy. “I want to drink till your tits are dry… then I’ll fill your mouth.”
 
Simran was moaning nonstop now, holding his head with both hands, hips grinding uselessly in the air.
 
“Haan… sab pee lo, Bhola… choos lo meri badi-badi milky boobs… inhe aapne liye khali kar do…”
“Yes… drink it all, Bhola… suck my big milky tits… make them empty for you…”
 
He pulled off again, mouth full, and kissed her hard a second time. This time he pushed even more milk into her mouth, making her swallow noisily while his tongue fucked her lips. Simran kissed him back like a desperate slut, moaning and sucking on his tongue, tasting herself on him.
 
When he finally broke away, both of them were breathing hard, lips shiny with milk and spit.
 
Bhola looked down at her flushed face, his heavy cock now starting to thicken and lift between his legs.
 
“Aur chahiye, Bhabhi?” he asked, voice rough. “Aapki chuchiyon mein mere liye abhi bhi bahut saara baaki hai…”
“More, Bhabhi?” he asked, voice rough. “Your tits still have so much left for me…”
 
Simran could only nod, eyes glassy with lust, already lifting her leaking breasts toward his mouth again.
 
Simran cried out in pure ecstasy, her back arching sharply as Bhola sucked her tit like a savage animal. Her voice broke into loud, shameless moans that filled the sunlit bedroom.
 
“Bhola… kya ho gaya hai tujhe aaj… tu… tu toh bilkul jaanwar ban gaya hai… ahhh fuck… aur do mujhe… aur doodh pi le meri chuchiyon ka…”
“Bhola… what has happened to you today… you… you have become a complete animal… ahhh fuck… give me more… drink more milk from my boobs…”
 
Bhola didn’t answer with words. He just sucked harder, cheeks hollowing deeply, drawing a massive mouthful of thick, warm milk from her right breast. Then he suddenly pulled off with a loud, wet pop, milk spraying across her chest. He grabbed the back of her neck roughly and smashed his mouth against hers in a deep, filthy kiss.
 
Simran moaned into his mouth as he pushed the hot, creamy milk straight onto her tongue. Their tongues met for the first time — sliding, twisting, tasting her own sweet milk mixed with his spit. Something electric happened in that moment. The kiss turned messy, hungry, almost desperate. Milk and saliva dribbled down their chins as they devoured each other.
 
Bhola’s cock was now super erect — rock-hard, thick, and standing straight up like an iron rod, the fat head angry and dark, veins pulsing visibly. Every time he leaned in to kiss her deeper, the massive shaft poked hard into her soft belly, the hot, throbbing head leaving sticky trails of precum on her skin.
 
Simran’s eyes flew open mid-kiss. She pulled back sharply, breathing hard, and yanked his t-shirt up with both hands.
 
The monster sprang into view — huge, dark, and terrifyingly hard, pointing straight up toward her face, the thick shaft twitching with every heartbeat. It looked even bigger in the morning light, the heavy balls hanging low and full beneath it.
 
Simran stared, mouth open, completely mesmerized.