Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

“Bhola… ye kitna bada lund hai tera… aur kitna bara hoga aur…?”
“Bhola… this cock of yours is so big… and how much bigger will it get…?”
 
Bhola just smiled against her tit, eyes dark with lust, and kept sucking even harder, pulling her nipple deep into his mouth.
 
Simran couldn’t take it anymore.
 
She bent down, grabbed his hair, and yanked his face out of her breasts. Milk sprayed across his lips as she crushed her mouth against his in a deep, hungry kiss. This time there was no milk in his mouth — just pure, filthy desire. Their tongues met instantly, sliding and twisting together, drinking each other’s saliva like starving lovers. The kiss was wet, messy, and loud — loud smacking sounds filling the room as they devoured each other.
 
While they kissed, Simran’s right hand never left his monster cock. She gripped the thick, throbbing lund tightly and started stroking it faster, pumping the massive shaft up and down, feeling it pulse and leak more thick precum all over her fingers.
 
Bhola groaned into her mouth, tongue fucking hers, hips bucking up into her hand as she jerked his giant cock while they kissed like animals.
 
The scene was erotic and filthy. Simran sitting on the bed with her legs closed, tits out and leaking, tongue deep in Bhola’s mouth, both her hands working his enormous, veiny lund like it belonged to her now.
 
And Bhola was lost in her — sucking her tongue, drinking her spit, and thrusting his massive cock into her soft hands like a desperate bull.
 
The day had only just started, and they were already crossing every line.
 
Simran started shivering violently, her whole body trembling as a sudden, powerful orgasm crashed through her. She was cumming hard just from kissing Bhola and stroking his massive monster cock — no penetration, no fingers in her pussy, just the filthy taste of his tongue and the burning heat of that thick lund pulsing in her small hands.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… ammmmm…ahhhhh…ammmmm….” she moaned into his mouth, her voice breaking into slutty whimpers.
 
Her pussy clenched and gushed, soaking her red thong completely as fresh slick ran down her thighs. Her legs shook, toes curling, heavy tits bouncing against Bhola’s chest while she kept stroking that enormous cock with both hands.
 
Bhola broke the kiss with a wet smack, strings of saliva and milk connecting their lips. Without a word he dove straight back to her tits, attacking them like a wild animal. He switched sides rapidly, sucking one nipple then the other, loud, obscene slurping sounds echoing in the room. Milk sprayed everywhere — thick white jets shooting out every time he pulled off, coating his face, her chest, and the bedsheet.
 
It had been almost fifteen minutes of nonstop sucking and kissing, and the air was thick with the scent of her milk and pussy. The situation was so fucking intense that if Bhola had wanted to, he could have thrown her on her back, spread her legs, and shoved that giant monster cock straight into her dripping pussy right then and there — and Simran wouldn’t have said a single word of protest. In fact, she would have grabbed that thick, veiny lund herself, rubbed the fat head against her swollen clit, and guided every inch inside her hungry cunt like a desperate whore.
 
But Bhola kept sucking.
 
Simran came again — this time with vigorous, uncontrollable shaking. Her body jerked hard, tits bouncing wildly as she pulled his head tight against her chest, smothering his face between her leaking melons.
 
“Bhola… choos le… choos meri chuchiyan… pi le sab doodh… aaahhh fuck…”
“Bhola… suck… suck my boobs… drink all the milk… aaahhh fuck…”
 
Bhola sucked like a maniac, grunting and growling against her flesh, his cheeks hollowing deeply. He tried to take a whole huge chunk of her gigantic mango-like breast into his mouth — stretching the soft flesh, teeth grazing the sensitive skin, leaving red marks around her areola. Simran cried out sharply.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… dard ho raha hai… bus kar… bus kar na…”
“Aaahhh… Bhola… it’s hurting… stop… please stop na…”
 
But Bhola didn’t stop. Usually he would ease up after two or three hard pulls, but today he was merciless. He sucked her right nipple with brutal force, pulling it long and thick before letting it pop out with a loud, wet smack. The heavy tit settled back down like soft jelly, jiggling obscenely, milk still spraying from the swollen tip. He did it again and again, switching between both breasts, sucking and popping them mercilessly while Simran moaned and cried in a mix of pain and ecstasy.
 
“Bhola… bus kar… dar ho raha hai… itna zor se mat kheech… aaahhh fuck… phir se aa rahi hoon main…”
“Bhola… stop… I’m scared… don’t pull so hard… aaahhh fuck… I’m cumming again…”
 
He switched to the left tit and tried to finish it the same way — sucking harder and harder, pulling the nipple until it stretched obscenely before releasing it with another loud pop. Simran was already nearing her third orgasm in less than fifteen minutes. Her body was trembling nonstop, pussy gushing, thighs shaking as she kept stroking his massive cock with both hands.
 
The precum was now flowing so heavily that it had leaked all the way down the thick shaft and was coating her wrist in thick, white, sticky strands. Every stroke made wet, filthy squelching sounds as her fingers glided over the veiny monster.
 
Bhola’s hips kept thrusting up into her hand, fucking her soft palms while he drank from her tits like he would never stop.