Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Only about twenty percent of his monster cock fit in her mouth. Her lips were stretched to the limit, cheeks bulging as she sucked hungrily, tongue swirling around the leaking tip.
 
She pulled off for a second, gasping, still stroking the thick shaft with both hands.
 
“Bhola… ye itna bara lund kahan se laye ho tum? Yeh toh sach mein jaanwar hai… kitna mota, kitna lamba… iska sahi jagah ke baare mein soch kar bhi darr lag raha hai.”
“Bhola… where did you get this big cock from? This is really an animal… so thick, so long… even thinking about where it’s supposed to go is making me scared.”
 
Bhola groaned, hips twitching.
 
“Bhabhi… aap bas choosiye ise… choosiye zor se… ye aur tight ho raha hai… bahut mazaa aa raha hai.”
“Bhabhi… you just suck it… suck it hard… it’s getting even tighter… it feels so good.”
 
Simran tried to say something more but Bhola suddenly lunged forward, pushing the fat head back into her open mouth before she could finish her sentence. She moaned loudly around his cock — “Ummmmhhh!” — as he held her head gently but firmly, keeping his lund inside her warm, wet mouth.
 
The morning light poured over them, making the filthy scene even more obscene: Simran sitting on the bed in just her soaked red thong, mouth stuffed with Bhola’s massive cock, sucking and moaning like a hungry whore while he stood in front of her, eyes half-closed in pleasure, gently fucking her pretty mouth with slow, shallow thrusts.
 
And Bhola wasn’t planning to stop anytime soon.
 
Bhola couldn’t hold back anymore.
 
His hips started moving on their own, pushing forward slowly, feeding inch after thick inch of his massive, veiny lund deeper into Simran’s hot, wet mouth. The fat head stretched her lips obscenely wide, forcing her jaw open as far as it could go.
 
“Bhabhi… aap thore der rest lijiye,” he groaned, voice low and rough with need. “Main karta hun… aapke muh mein main daalta hun.”
“Bhabhi… you rest for a while,” he groaned, voice low and rough with need. “I’ll do it… I’ll put it in your mouth.”
 
Simran’s eyes flew wide open in shock and raw lust as the thick shaft slid further inside. She could only moan helplessly around the enormous cock filling her mouth.
 
“Ummmmmm… ummmmmmm…” The filthy, muffled sounds vibrated along his lund with every shallow thrust. Her tongue pressed flat against the underside, tasting the thick, salty precum that kept leaking heavily onto her tongue.
 
Bhola felt like he was losing his mind. This was probably the first time in his life he was actually feeling something so intense in his dick. The warm, wet suction of Simran’s mouth, the way her soft lips stretched tight around his girth, the way her tongue flicked and swirled — it was sending electric shocks straight through his heavy balls.
 
“Bhabhi… aap chusna bandh mat kijiye… choosiye… zor se choosiye mera lund…” he panted, eyes half-closed in pleasure.
“Bhabhi… don’t stop sucking… suck… suck my cock hard…” he panted, eyes half-closed in pleasure.
 
He started increasing his speed, fucking her pretty mouth with slow but firm thrusts. He never tried to push too deep — he was still careful — but the rhythm was steady and relentless. Simran became completely crazy with desire. Her pussy was gushing, soaking her red thong completely as she knelt there, taking his monster cock like a hungry slut.
 
Bhola reached down with both hands and grabbed her heavy, leaking tits, one in each palm. He squeezed them hard, fingers sinking deep into the soft, milky flesh while he face-fucked her. Milk sprayed out between his fingers with every squeeze, running down her chest and belly in warm white rivers.
 
Simran moaned louder around his cock. She slid one hand under his heavy balls, cupping the big, full orbs that felt like two warm, heavy gold balls in her palm. Her tongue started flickering wildly against the sensitive underside of his fat cockhead, licking and teasing the leaking tip.
 
That sent powerful currents through Bhola’s entire body.
 
He groaned deeply and held her head with both hands, fingers tangling in her hair. His thrusts became faster, more urgent, sliding his thick lund in and out of her stretched mouth again and again.
 
“Ummmmmm… ummmmmmm…” Simran kept moaning, eyes watering, spit and precum dripping down her chin onto her tits.
 
Suddenly Bhola sucked in a sharp breath. His massive cock swelled impossibly thicker inside her mouth — the veins bulging, the shaft growing even harder. He couldn’t push any deeper. With one hard, final jerk of his hips, he exploded.
 
“Aaahhhhh… Bhabhi…!” he groaned, eyes squeezed shut.
 
Thick, hot ropes of cum blasted straight into Simran’s mouth in powerful jets. Neither of them wanted to pull away. Simran voluntarily kept her lips locked tight around the head, swallowing eagerly, wanting every drop. Bhola kept pumping involuntarily, depositing load after heavy load of his thick, creamy cum deep into her throat.
 
Because the cock wasn’t buried all the way, a lot of it spilled out — thick white cum overflowing from the corners of her stretched lips, running down her chin in messy rivers, dripping onto her heaving tits and belly. It was so much more than she had ever taken from Ravi — huge, endless spurts that kept coming and coming.