Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Then she tried to take the head back into her mouth again.
 
Bhola swayed his hips just a little at the perfect moment. The fat head moved and missed her open mouth, instead slapping heavily against the side of her face with a wet thwack.
 
Simran gasped, her cheek now shiny with honey and precum.
 
“Bhola… badmash…”
 
She immediately opened her mouth wider, determined, and tried again, but the teasing had only made her hungrier.
 
The thick, honey-sweet monster hovered in front of her face, waiting for her next move, while Simran knelt there — topless, flushed, and completely addicted to her servant’s enormous cock.
 
Simran was on her knees, eyes locked on the honey-coated monster cock hovering in front of her face. She lunged forward eagerly, mouth open wide, trying to catch the fat, glistening head.
 
But Bhola twitched his hips at the last second. The thick cock swayed to the right, slapping heavily against her left cheek with a wet thwack.
 
“Bhola… badmash… ruk nahi raha hai na?” she gasped, breathing hard.
“Bhola… you naughty boy… you’re not stopping, right?” she gasped, breathing hard.
 
She tried again, lunging forward with her mouth open. Bhola moved his hips again, this time making the heavy lund swing left and smack against her right cheek.
 
“Ufff… kitna mota hai tera lund… mere muh mein aa hi nahi raha…”
“Ufff… your cock is so thick… it’s not even going in my mouth…”
 
Frustrated and horny, Simran reached up with both hands to grab the thick shaft and guide it into her mouth. Bhola was faster. He caught both her wrists in one big hand and lifted her arms straight up above her head, pinning them there.
 
“Haath mat lagao Bhabhi… bas muh se hi lo,” he said, voice low and teasing.
“Don’t use your hands Bhabhi… take it only with your mouth,” he said, voice low and teasing.
 
Now helpless, Simran lunged forward again, mouth open, desperate to take the honey-sweet head. Her heavy tits swayed violently left to right with the motion, jiggling and bouncing beautifully. The fat cock twitched upward at the last moment, slapping her on the forehead with a wet smack.
 
“Aaahh… Bhola… tu kya kar raha hai… hila kyun raha hai ise… mujhe chahiye tera lund…”
“Aaahh… Bhola… what are you doing… why are you shaking it… I want your cock…”
 
She lunged once more, tits jiggling wildly. Bhola swayed his hips, making the thick head dodge right. The heavy shaft slapped across her lips and nose.
 
“Gluck… mmmph… Bhola… please… de de mujhe… itna sata mat mujhe… main geeli ho rahi hun sirf isko dekh kar…”
“Gluck… mmmph… Bhola… please… give it to me… don’t tease so much… I’m getting wet just by looking at it…”
 
Bhola smiled down at her, still holding her hands high above her head.
 
“Bhabhi… aap itni pyari lag rahi ho… aise muh khol kar mere lund ke peeche bhagti hui… aapki chuchiyan itni zor se hil rahi hain… bahut sundar lag rahi ho aap.”
“Bhabhi… you look so cute… running after my cock with your mouth open like this… your boobs are jiggling so hard… you look very beautiful.”
 
Simran lunged again, faster this time, mouth open like a hungry slut. Her tits swung left to right with even more force, the soft flesh slapping together. Bhola moved his hips at the perfect moment — the fat, honey-coated head dodged down and slapped heavily against her chin and lower lip.
 
“Uffff… Bhola… tu mera muh maar raha hai isse… itna bada aur mota lund… ruk thora is…aisa mat kar na?”
“Uffff… Bhola… you’re killing my mouth with this… such a big and thick cock… stop a little… don’t do like this na?”
 
She tried once more, throwing her head forward desperately. Her heavy breasts bounced and jiggled obscenely. Bhola twitched the cock upward again, letting the thick head smack right across her open mouth and nose.
 
“Slap… thwack…”
 
Simran whimpered, spit and honey dripping from her lips.
 
“Bhola… please… ab mat satao… daal do mera muh mein… main choosungi… zor se choosungi… jitna tu chahe utna choosungi tera lund… bas daal do na baby…”
“Bhola… please… don’t tease me anymore… put it in my mouth… I’ll suck… I’ll suck hard… I’ll suck your cock as much as you want… just put it in na baby…”
 
Bhola’s face was thick with lust as he looked down at her flushed, desperate face.
 
Simran lunged forward one last time, tits swaying wildly. Bhola finally stopped teasing and let her catch the fat head. She immediately sealed her lips around it with a loud, satisfied “Ummmmhhhh!” and started sucking hard, her tongue swirling greedily around the honey-sweet tip.
 
But even now, Bhola kept her hands pinned above her head, making her work for every inch while her heavy breasts continued to bounce and jiggle with her eager head movements.
 
The game had only made her hungrier… and Bhola was loving every second of it.
 
Bhola slowly pushed his hips forward, feeding the thick, honey-coated head of his cock between Simran’s eager lips. The fat, swollen tip stretched her mouth open as she sealed her lips around it and sucked hard, her tongue swirling greedily over the sweet, sticky surface.
 
“Ummmmhhhh…” she moaned deeply around the head, the sound vibrating along the thick shaft. The honey mixed with his salty precum tasted filthy and delicious on her tongue. She sucked with wet, hungry pulls, cheeks hollowing as she nursed on just the head like it was the only thing she needed in life.
 
Bhola groaned and suddenly pulled his hips back a little. The cock head slipped out of her mouth with a wet pop, leaving her lips shiny and parted.
 
Simran looked up at him with frustrated, lust-filled eyes.
 
“Bhola… kya kar raha hai tu? Mujhe apna lund de… mat chhina… main choos rahi thi na isko…”
“Bhola… what are you doing? Give me your cock… don’t snatch it… I was sucking it na…”
 
Bhola smiled down at her, his voice low and teasing.
 
“Bhabhi… dheere dheere… mazaa toh lijiye na…”
“Bhabhi… slowly slowly… enjoy it na…”
 
He played the game a few more times — slowly pushing the fat head into her waiting mouth, letting her suck hard for a few seconds with loud, wet “Ummmmph… slurp… mmmphhh…” sounds, then pulling back just enough so the cock slipped out again with a filthy pop.
 
Every time he withdrew, Simran scolded him breathlessly.
 
“Bhola… badmash… mat kheench… mujhe chahiye tera lund… daal do muh mein… aaahhh… kitna sata raha hai tu aaj…”
“Bhola… you naughty boy… don’t pull… I want your cock… put it in my mouth… aaahhh… how much you are teasing today…”
 
After teasing her a few more times, Bhola finally stood still, letting her take control.
Simran didn’t take the whole head in her mouth immediately. Instead, she leaned in and started worshipping the massive cock like it deserved. She licked the underside from base to tip with long, slow, flat-tongued strokes.
 
“Ummmm… so sweet…” she moaned, her tongue dragging wetly along the thick, veiny length.
 
She planted soft, open-mouthed kisses all over the shaft — wet mwah… mwah… mwah sounds as her thick lips pressed against the hot skin. Occasionally she would reach the fat head, open her mouth wide, and give it a deep, sloppy smooch, sucking the head between her lips for a second before releasing it with a wet pop.