Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

While they kissed, Bhola’s hands moved down to her tits. He grabbed both heavy, leaking melons and pulled them upward by the nipples, stretching the soft flesh. Simran moaned loudly into his mouth, the sound muffled but filthy.
 
“Mmmmmm… ummmmm… mmmphhh!”
 
She couldn’t shout properly, her voice trapped in the deep kiss, but her body jerked from the sharp pleasure-pain. Bhola didn’t let her break the smooch. He kept his mouth locked on hers, feeding her more milk while he played with her tits.
 
Finally, he released the nipples. Both heavy breasts settled back down with a soft, hypnotic jiggle, milk droplets flying off the tips. Bhola immediately used both palms to lift them again from underneath, rubbing his hands upward until they reached the nipples, then let them fall with another delicious bounce.
 
He kept playing with her tits like this — lifting, rubbing, letting them drop and jiggle — while still kissing her deeply. Simran’s moans grew louder and more desperate inside his mouth.
 
“Mmmmmm… ummmmmph… aaahhh… mmmphhh!”
 
Her moaning reduced to heavy breathing as Bhola finally broke the smooch. A thick string of milk and spit connected their lips for a second before breaking. He immediately leaned down, took her right nipple between his fingers, and pulled it upward firmly, stretching the sensitive bud.
 
Simran screamed in pleasure and pain.
 
“Bhola… aaahhhhh… lag rahi hai mujhe… ahhhh… dheere… oh fuck…!”
“Bhola… aaahhhhh… you are hurting me… ahhhh… slowly… oh fuck…!”
 
Bhola didn’t stop. He opened his mouth wide and took the entire nipple plus a big chunk of her soft breast meat inside, sucking hard and deep. His cheeks hollowed as he drew out long, powerful pulls of warm milk.
 
Simran’s left hand flew to the back of his head, fingers digging into his hair, rubbing and pulling him closer.
 
“Bhola… you are mad… tum pagal ho gaye ho… aaahhh… tum mujhe kaat rahe ho… meri chuchiyan kha jaoge kya aaj… ahhhh… zor se mat chooso baby…”
“Bhola… you are mad… you have gone crazy… aaahhh… you are biting me… are you going to eat my boobs today… ahhhh… don’t suck so hard baby…”
 
Bhola looked up at her without dislodging the nipple, his eyes dark with lust. He planted a wet, open-mouthed kiss right on the side of her breast, pressing his lips down firmly, then went back to sucking even harder, making loud, greedy slurping sounds.
 
“Mmmph… choos le… pi le mera doodh… aaahhh Bhola… tu aaj bilkul jaanwar ban gaya hai… meri badi-badi chuchiyan choos raha hai jaise inhe khana hai… ahhhh… dheere… meri nipple phaad dega kya…”
“Mmmph… suck… drink my milk… aaahhh Bhola… you have become a complete animal today… you’re sucking my big-big boobs as if you want to eat them… ahhhh… slowly… are you going to tear my nipple…”
 
He switched to the left tit without warning, sucking it with the same savage hunger, his hands still mauling and squeezing the other breast, milk spraying everywhere.
 
“Bhabhi… inhe choosna chahta hoon jab tak aapki chuchiyan khali na ho jayein… inhe dabana chahta hoon… aap meri Bhabhi ho lekin ye chuchiyan ab meri hain…”
“Bhabhi… I want to suck them until your boobs become empty… I want to press them… you are my Bhabhi but these boobs are mine now…”
 
Simran moaned loudly, her back arching, pushing her tits deeper into his mouth.
 
“Bhola… aahhhhh…..shaitaan… pi le sab doodh…”
“Bhola… aahhhhh…..you devil… drink all the milk…”
 
Bhola kept sucking like a man possessed — long, hard pulls, switching between both breasts, mauling them with his hands, making them bounce and jiggle while milk leaked and sprayed all over them.
 
The room was filled with the wet, filthy sounds of sucking, Simran’s broken moans, and Bhola’s hungry growls against her soft, milk-filled tits.
 
And neither of them wanted it to end.
 
Simran’s right hand slid down Bhola’s body and found the rock-hard rod that felt like it could punch a hole through a wall. It was burning hot, thick, and throbbing so strongly she could feel every pulse against her palm.
 
She looked up at him with dark, hungry eyes.
 
“Uth… khade ho ja,” she whispered.
“Get up… stand up,” she whispered.
 
Bhola stood up obediently. Simran quickly opened his pants and yanked them down. The fabric pooled around his ankles. He stepped out of them, leaving his massive cock completely free — thick, dark, and standing proudly, the fat head already leaking a thick bead of precum.
 
Simran immediately grabbed the heavy shaft from below with both hands, rubbing it slowly, feeling its impossible girth and heat. She stroked it from base to head, marvelling at how her small hands couldn’t even wrap fully around it.
 
Bhola stood there, breathing heavily, waiting to see what his Bhabhi would do next.
Simran looked up at him from her knees. The cock was so huge it was longer than her face. When she held it straight, it completely hid half of her pretty face behind its thick, veiny length. The fat, angry head hovered just above her forehead.
Bhola reached down, lifted the heavy log, and gently placed it on top of her face. The hot, heavy shaft rested across her forehead, nose, and lips, the weight pressing down on her. Simran’s eyes widened in pure shock and lust.
 
“Bhola… ye…” she breathed, voice trembling.
 
Bhola smiled softly.
 
“Bhabhi rukiye.”
“Bhabhi, wait.”
 
He quickly reached for a small cup of honey he had brought earlier. He dipped the swollen head of his cock into the jar, coating the fat tip generously with the golden, sticky sweetness. When he pulled it out, the head glistened obscenely with honey mixed with his own precum.
 
Simran opened her mouth to protest — “Bhola, honey kharab kar diya tune…” “Bhola, you spoiled the honey…”— but before she could finish the sentence, Bhola saw his chance. He pushed forward and shoved the honey-coated head straight into her open mouth.
 
Simran’s eyes flew wide as the thick, sweet-salty head stretched her lips.
“Mmmphhh…!”
 
Bhola groaned in pleasure.
 
“Bhabhi… ab ise chaatne mein aur bhi mazaa aayega… shehad ke saath mera ras… dono mil kar…”
“Bhabhi… now licking it will feel even better… my juice with honey… both mixed together…”
 
Simran sucked hard, her tongue swirling around the honey-covered head, tasting the sweet stickiness mixed with his thick precum. She sucked until the head popped out of her mouth with a wet pop, honey and spit dripping from her lips.
 
She smiled up at him, eyes glassy with lust, still holding the massive shaft in both hands.
 
“Ye itna mota hai Bhola… mere muh mein aa hi nahi raha hai… kitna bada aur mota lund hai tera…”
“It’s so thick, Bhola… it’s not even going in my mouth… your cock is so big and thick…”
 
Saying that, she leaned in and started licking the underside of the thick shaft with long, slow, filthy licks — from the base all the way up to the honey-coated head. Her tongue dragged wetly along the veiny length, making the heavy cock twitch and jump in her hands.