Without any hesitation, Bhola moved closer, his face just inches from her pussy. He took a long, deep sniff; slow and deliberate; breathing in her scent like it was the most precious thing in the world.
Simran squeaked in embarrassment.
“Bhola… kya kar rahe ho?!”
“Bhola… what are you doing?!”
Bhola didn’t answer immediately. He placed a soft, reverent kiss right on her pussy lips over the wet panties and whispered against her skin:
“Bhabhi… aapki gaand itni beautiful hai… main yahin ghar bana ke hamesha rehna chahta hoon. Har roz aapki choot ki khushboo sung kar saans lena chahta hoon. Yeh khushboo… itni achhi hai… main roz aapki choot sung kar hi jeena chahta hoon.”
“Bhabhi… your ass is so beautiful… I want to make my home right here and stay here forever. Every day I want to breathe by smelling your pussy. This smell… it’s so good… I just want to live by smelling your pussy every single day.”
Simran’s face burned with shame and arousal. She tried to reach back with her left hand to cover herself.
“Shhh… Bhola… tum kitne gandi baatein kar rahe ho… mujhe sharam aarahi hai…”
“Shhh… Bhola… you’re talking so dirty… I feel so ashamed…”
But Bhola wasn’t done. He gently held her hips and kept her ass slightly raised. He started kissing the back of her thighs again; slow, wet, worshipping kisses; moving from her knees all the way up to the soft curve where her ass met her thighs.
His rock-hard cock was hanging heavy and thick between his legs, occasionally brushing against her calves as he worshipped her body with his mouth.
Simran’s breathing was ragged. Her body was trembling. She was completely exposed, her soaked panties the only barrier left, while Bhola kissed and inhaled her most intimate places like he was addicted to her.
The room was filled with the sound of her soft, helpless moans and the wet sounds of his lips against her skin.
Simran was moaning uncontrollably now.
Her body was on fire. The slow, deliberate kisses and licks Bhola was giving to her inner thighs were driving her insane. Every time his warm tongue dragged across her soft, sensitive skin, her pussy clenched hard and fresh slick leaked out, soaking her panties even more. She was desperate; she wanted him to just bury his face in her pussy and suck her juices like he sucked her milk. But Bhola was being deliberately cruel.
He kept kissing and licking her inner thighs, moving dangerously close to her pussy… and then pulling back again. Never touching where she needed him most.
“Bhola… what are you doing?” Simran moaned, her voice trembling. “Why are you doing this to me? Please… don’t tease me like this…”
“Bhola… tum kya kar rahe ho?” Simran moaned, her voice trembling. “Tum mere saath aisa kyun kar rahe ho? Please… mujhe aise mat satao…”
Bhola didn’t answer. He just kept going; slow, wet kisses on her thighs, sometimes biting gently, sometimes licking long stripes up her skin. Simran’s legs were shaking.
Then Bhola had an idea.
Without warning, he shifted his position. He moved between her legs, slid his strong hands under her ass, and lifted her body slightly so she was now slanting on the bed; technically a 69 position, but Bhola was sitting whereas her upper body was a bit raised while her lower half stayed down. In this position, his massive, rock-hard cock was now like a pole right in front of her face.
Simran’s eyes widened.
The thick, veiny monster was inches from her lips, the fat head glistening with precum, the heavy shaft throbbing.
She was going mad.
Her pussy was aching, her clit throbbing, and now this huge cock was right there, tempting her. She wanted to suck it. She needed to suck it. But she was also desperate for her own release.
“Bhola…” she whispered, her voice shaky, “main tujhe tab tak nahi choosungi jab tak tu mujhe release nahi deta… jab tak mujhe cum nahi karwata…”
“Bhola…” she whispered, her voice shaky, “I won’t suck you off until you give me a release… until you make me cum…”
But even as she said it, her eyes were locked on his cock. She couldn’t resist.
She leaned forward slightly and planted a soft kiss on the tip. Then another. Then she started kissing along the sides of his thick shaft, her lips wet and warm. The cock twitched hard against her face.
Bhola groaned.
At that exact moment, while Simran was lost in kissing his cock, Bhola leaned down and planted one long, deep, deliberate kiss directly on her pussy lips over her soaked panties.
“Ummmmmmhh…”
The sensation was too much.
Simran’s entire body seized up. A violent shiver ran through her as her orgasm crashed into her without warning.
“AAHHHHHH… BHOLA…!”
Her pussy spasmed hard. A powerful gush of hot, clear love juice squirted out, soaking through her panties and running down her thighs. Her legs trembled violently, her back arched, and her whole body shook with the intensity of the orgasm.
Bhola didn’t waste even a second.
While she was still in the middle of her orgasm, he grabbed the waistband of her panties and yanked them down in one smooth motion, exposing her dripping, swollen pussy completely. The moment the panties were off, he buried his face between her legs and started drinking her juices straight from the source.
His tongue licked broad, hungry strokes across her pussy lips, sucking and lapping up every drop of her release like a man dying of thirst.
Simran completely lost it.
“AAHHHHHH… OH FUCK… BHOLA…!”
Her body convulsed. The orgasm was so intense she felt like she might faint. Her thighs clamped around his head as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her. Her pussy kept pulsing, releasing more and more of her sweet juices straight into his mouth.
Bhola gripped her waist firmly with both hands, holding her in place as he drank from her like he had been starving for this moment. His tongue pushed inside her, licking deep, then flattened and dragged slowly over her clit, making her scream again.
Simran’s moans were loud, broken, and filthy.
“AAHHH… UMMMMMHH… BHOLA… I’M CUMMING… OH GOD… AAHHHHH…!”
Her entire body was shaking violently. The orgasm lasted for nearly two full minutes; long, powerful waves that made her toes curl, her back arch, and her heavy breasts bounce with every shudder. Milk leaked from her nipples in thin streams as her body convulsed.
Bhola didn’t stop. He kept licking, sucking, and drinking every drop she gave him, his face buried deep between her thighs, completely lost in the taste of his Bhabhi’s orgasm.
Simran lay there trembling, gasping, completely wrecked; her body still twitching from the aftershocks while Bhola continued to gently lap at her sensitive pussy, cleaning every last bit of her release with his tongue.
The room was filled with the sound of her heavy breathing and the wet, filthy sounds of Bhola drinking from her.
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