Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

She quickly grabbed both his wrists to stop him from covering it again, then slid her right hand underneath the massive cock, cradling it from below in a soft concave. The weight and heat of it made her gasp.
 
“Bhola… ye itna bada hai…”
“Bhola… this is so big…”, she whispered, voice shaking with lust.
 
Bhola looked embarrassed, trying to pull back.
 
“Bhabhi… sorry… ye har baar aisa ho jata hai…”
“Bhabhi… sorry… this happens every time…”
 
“Shhh…” Simran hushed him, gently stroking the underside with her fingers, feeling the thick veins pulse against her palm. “Ye to itna bada hai ki… ki main samajh nahi paa rahi ki isko kaise handle karun…”
“Shhh…” Simran hushed him, gently stroking the underside with her fingers, feeling the thick veins pulse against her palm. “This is so big that… I am unable to understand that how to handle this …”
 
She swallowed hard, eyes still glued to the monstrous dick in her hand.
 
“Bhola… ise tum lund kehte ho?”
“Bhola…do you call this lund?”
 
“Ji Bhabhi… lund,” he answered shyly.
 
Simran’s voice turned soft but filthy, full of dark hunger.
 
“Bhola tu chinta mat kar… main tujhe aaram dungi. Pehle meri godi mein so ja aur doodh peeta reh. Main ise sehlake thik kar dungi.”
“Bhola, don’t worry… I’ll give you comfort. First lie in my lap and keep drinking milk. I’ll stroke it and make it fine.”
 
Bhola’s eyes widened, but he obeyed instantly. He lay down on the bed and placed his head on her soft, naked lap. The position was obscene — his face right under her heavy, leaking tits, his massive, rock-hard lund standing straight up like a thick dark pole between his legs.
 
Simran looked down at him, her voice dripping with lust.
 
“Ab pi le meri chuchiyan… aur main tera lund sehlaungi.”
“Now drink from my boobs… and I’ll stroke your cock.”
 
Bhola didn’t waste a second. He turned his head, licked one leaking nipple slowly, sending a strong current straight through her body, then latched on hard and started sucking again like a hungry calf.
 
Simran moaned loudly, one hand holding his head to her breast, the other reaching down to wrap around his massive, throbbing lund. She stared at it in awe — so hard, so veiny, so fucking huge — while Bhola drank greedily from her tits.
 
The morning sun lit up the filthy scene perfectly.
 
Bhola attacked Simran’s heavy, milk-swollen breasts like a hungry cub going after its mother’s udders — wild, desperate, and completely shameless. His mouth latched onto her left tit with savage force, sucking so hard that her entire breast stretched forward into his hungry lips. Loud, wet, filthy slurping sounds filled the sunlit room as thick streams of sweet milk jetted straight down his throat.
 
“Aaahhh Bhola… aaahhh fuck…” Simran moaned loudly, her voice breaking into raw, slutty whimpers. “Kitna zor se choos raha hai tu… meri chuchiyan phaad dega kya aaj…”
“Aaahhh Bhola… aaahhh fuck…” Simran moaned loudly, her voice breaking into raw, slutty whimpers. “You’re sucking so hard… are you going to tear my boobs apart today…”
 
With every brutal suck, the monster cock between Bhola’s legs grew even harder. The thick veins bulged out more and more, pulsing visibly along the dark, veiny shaft like ropes under the skin. His heavy balls tightened as he involuntarily pushed his ass up into the air, hips thrusting helplessly into nothing, fucking the open space like he was imagining pounding her tight pussy.
 
Simran’s right hand finally slid down and touched the monster.
 
“Hayee maa…” she gasped, eyes wide.
 
Her small fingers couldn’t even wrap around half of it at first. The girth was insane — thicker than her wrist, hot, throbbing, and rock-hard. She adjusted her grip, using both hands now, and still her fingers didn’t meet. The massive lund felt like a thick, burning iron bar in her palms.
 
A fat goblet of thick, white precum had formed at the swollen tip, glistening obscenely. It was creamy and heavy, something she had never seen before in her life — not with Ravi, not in any porn. It looked almost like a pearl of pure lust ready to drip down the shaft.
 
Simran licked her lips hungrily, staring at it while Bhola kept sucking her tits like a maniac. He was grunting and growling against her nipple, switching between both breasts, squeezing and mauling them roughly, making her squirm in a delicious mix of pain and ecstasy.
 
She started stroking him slowly — long, firm strokes from base to head, her soft hands gliding over the veiny monster. The more she stroked, the thicker and harder it became, until it reached its full, terrifying size. It was now so massive that she needed both hands just to cover the shaft, the fat purple head leaking more and more thick precum with every upward stroke.
 
Bhola made deep, animal grunting sounds around her nipple.
 
Simran’s voice came out shaky and filthy.