Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

He came right behind her again, grabbed her left tit with his left hand, lifted the heavy, hypnotising melon, and latched onto the nipple. He started sucking like a starving cub on its mother’s udder — long, hard, greedy pulls that made loud, wet slurping sounds.
Simran moaned helplessly, her body trembling.
 
“Bhola… tujhse ruka nahi ja raha hai kya? Aaahhh… kitna zor se choos raha hai tu… meri chuchiyan phaad dega kya aaj?”
“Bhola… can’t you stop? Aaahhh… you’re sucking so hard… are you going to tear my boobs apart today?”
 
Bhola pulled off just enough to speak, his voice muffled and filthy against her breast.
 
“Bhabhi… ye chuchiyan itni beautiful hain… aur ab doodh se bhari hui hain… main inhe choos sakta hoon jaise bachche gaay ke thannon se doodh peete hain… itna soft, itna ras bhara…”
“Bhabhi… these boobs are so beautiful… and now they are full of milk… I can suck them just like cubs suck milk from a cow’s udder… so soft, so juicy…”
 
Simran scolded him immediately, voice shaky with pleasure.
 
“Bhola… phir se gaay bol raha hai? Main teri gaay nahi hoon… aaahhh… dheere choos na…”
“Bhola… calling me a cow again? I am not your cow… aaahhh… suck slowly na…”
 
Bhola smiled against her tit and kept sucking, switching to the right one while still holding the left in his hand, squeezing and milking it.
 
“Bhabhi… aap gaay nahi ho… aap toh jannat ho. Ye chuchiyan… itni badi, itni soft, itni doodh bhari… main inhe din bhar choos sakta hoon. Inhe muh mein lekar choosna… inhe dabana… inhe apne muh se doodh nikalna… bas yahi karna chahta hoon pura din.”
“Bhabhi… you are not a cow… you are heaven. These boobs… so big, so soft, so full of milk… I can suck them the whole day. Taking them in my mouth and sucking… pressing them… extracting milk from them with my mouth… I just want to do this the whole day.”
 
He extended his tongue and started flicking her erect nipple rapidly, making the heavy breast jiggle while he held her sexy waist with his other hand, pulling her back against his hard body.
Simran squirmed, moaning loudly, her pussy soaking through her shorts again.
“Bhola… bas kar… aaahhh… itna mat bol… sharam aa rahi hai… tu mera servant hai aur meri chuchiyon ke baare mein aise baat kar raha hai…”
But Bhola wasn’t listening. He suddenly turned her around forcefully in one swift motion. Simran gasped sharply.
“Aaahhh!”
 
Bhola suddenly turned Simran around with strong hands on her waist. Her heavy, milk-filled tits swayed heavily from the motion, bouncing and jiggling in front of his face. She gasped sharply.
 
“Bhola… main khana paka rahi hoon… aaah!”
“Bhola… I am cooking… aaah!”
 
He didn’t reply with words. Instead, he leaned in slowly, opened his mouth, and let his warm tongue drag in one long, deliberate lick from her navel all the way up to the soft underside of her left breast. The flat of his tongue pressed firmly against her skin, tasting the faint salt of her sweat mixed with the sweet traces of leaked milk.
 
Simran’s breath hitched loudly.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola…”
 
He didn’t stop there. He flicked the tip of his tongue rapidly against her stiff left nipple — quick, fluttering licks that made the dark, puffy bud twitch and harden even more. Then he grabbed her right tit with his big hand, squeezing it firmly from the base so that a thick bead of milk appeared at the nipple. He leaned down and took just the tip into his mouth, sucking gently at first, drawing out the warm milk with slow, teasing pulls.
 
His actions turned filthier and more deliberate.
 
He opened his mouth wider and gave the side of her left breast a small, playful bite — not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough that the soft flesh jiggled beautifully when he released it. Simran whimpered, her knees weakening.
 
He went back to the nipple, fluttering his tongue rapidly against the erect tip, making it stand out even stiffer, then sucked it deep into his mouth again, hollowing his cheeks with long, wet pulls. Milk leaked from the corners of his lips as he nursed from her like he was addicted.
 
Simran’s hands gripped the edge of the counter. She tried to focus on the stove, but it was impossible.
 
“Bhola… aaahhh… meri chuchiyan… itna mat tease kar… main concentrate nahi kar paa rahi… oh fuck…”
“Bhola… aaahhh… my boobs… don’t tease them so much… I can’t concentrate… oh fuck…”
 
He switched to the right tit, repeating the same slow, filthy routine — long lick from below, small bite on the side that made the heavy breast bounce and jiggle, rapid tongue fluttering on the nipple until it was rock-hard and aching, then deep, greedy sucking that pulled milk straight into his mouth.
 
Simran’s breathing was ragged now. Her pussy was soaking through her shorts again. She couldn’t take it anymore.
 
She reached behind her, switched off the burner with a trembling hand, and turned fully toward him.
 
“Bas… bahut ho gaya…”
“Enough… it’s too much…”
 
She grabbed his hand and pulled him urgently toward his room. Bhola followed with a hungry smile.
 
The moment they entered his room, Simran sat down on the edge of his bed. Bhola immediately dropped to his knees in front of her, leaned in, and continued teasing her breasts with the same slow, filthy attention.
 
He licked the underside of her left tit in one long stroke, then gave the side a gentle bite that made the heavy flesh jiggle and bounce. He flicked his tongue rapidly against the stiff nipple, making it twitch and stand out even more, before finally taking the whole nipple and a big portion of the soft breast meat into his mouth and sucking hard.
Simran moaned loudly, her head falling back.
 
“Aaahhhhh… Bhola… tu aaj bilkul pagal ho gaya hai… meri chuchiyan choos raha hai jaise inhe khana hai…”
“Aaahhhhh… Bhola… you have gone completely mad today… you’re sucking my boobs as if you want to eat them…”
 
Milk sprayed into his mouth as he sucked with long, greedy pulls. He switched to the right tit, repeating every filthy step — slow lick, teasing bite that made the breast jiggle, rapid tongue fluttering on the nipple, then deep, vacuum-like sucking that made wet, obscene slurping sounds.
 
“Ummmmph… choos le… pi le mera doodh… aaahhh… itna zor se nehi… ahhhh …”
“Ummmmph… suck… drink my milk… aaahhh… not so hard… ahhhh …”
 
Bhola pulled off just enough to speak, his lips shiny with milk.
 
“Bhabhi… aapki chuchiyan itni soft aur ras bhari hain… main inhe din bhar muh mein rakhna chahta hoon… inhe choosna chahta hoon… inpe doodh nikalna chahta hoon… aur aapko pilana chahta hoon…”
“Bhabhi… your boobs are so soft and juicy… I want to keep them in my mouth the whole day… I want to suck them… I want to extract milk from them… and I want to feed you…”
 
He dove back in, sucking even harder, mauling both heavy tits with his hands while Simran moaned and trembled on the bed, completely lost in the filthy pleasure of her servant devouring her breasts.
 
Bhola sucked a big, warm mouthful of milk from Simran’s right tit, his cheeks hollowing deeply. Instead of swallowing, he pulled off the nipple with a wet pop, milk still filling his mouth. He quickly grabbed her face with both hands and crushed his lips against hers.
 
Simran understood instantly. She opened her mouth wide and they started a deep, messy smooch. Bhola pushed the thick, creamy milk straight onto her tongue. Their tongues tangled hungrily, mixing the warm milk with their spit as they kissed like desperate lovers. Some of the milk spilled from the corners of their mouths, running down her chin and dripping onto her heaving breasts.