Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

The moment the front door clicked shut, he lifted her higher in his arms, her legs locked tightly around his waist, and started walking toward his room at the back of the house. All the while, his mouth stayed glued to her right tit, sucking with raw, animalistic hunger.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… dheere… aaahhh… tu kitna zor se choos raha hai…
“Aaahhh… Bhola… slow… aaahhh… you’re sucking so fucking hard…” Simran moaned, her head falling back, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
 
He was drinking from her like a man who had been denied for years. Loud, wet, greedy slurps filled the hallway as thick streams of warm milk jetted into his mouth. He swallowed noisily, but still more overflowed, running down his chin and soaking the front of his shirt.
 
“Ummmm… gluck… slurp… mmmphhh…” The filthy sounds echoed as he walked, never once letting go of her nipple.
“Ummmm… Bhola… you’re drinking my milk like you’re starving… aaahhh… suck… drink it all… my boobs are yours today…”
 
Simran’s moans grew louder, more broken.
 
“Aaahhh… fuck… Bhola… meri chuchiyan… aaahhh… itna zor se mat chooso… aaahhh… main mar jaungi… ummmm… aaahhh… choos le… pi le sab doodh… meri badi-badi chuchiyan teri hain aaj…”
“Aaahhh… fuck… Bhola… my boobs… aaahhh… don’t suck so hard… aaahhh… I’ll die… ummmmm… aaahhh… suck… drink all the milk… my big-big boobs are yours today…”
 
Bhola switched to her left tit without missing a step, latching on even harder. His teeth grazed the sensitive nipple, making her cry out. His strong hands were mauling her plump, soft ass the entire time — kneading the heavy, jiggly flesh like warm dough, fingers spreading her ass cheeks, squeezing hard enough to leave faint red marks. Every step made her ass bounce in his palms, the thin fabric of her panties wedged deep between her cheeks, rubbing against her soaked pussy.
 
“Uffff… Bhabhi… aapki gaand itni soft aur moti hai… main isko din bhar masalta reh sakta hoon… itni garam aur juicy… aaahhh…”
“Uffff… Bhabhi… your ass is so soft and thick… I can keep pressing it the whole day… so hot and juicy… aaahhh…”, he growled against her breast, his voice muffled and filthy.
 
Simran whimpered, grinding her dripping cunt against his hard abs as he carried her.
 
“Bhola… aaahhh… you’re so rough today… aaahhh… meri gaand ko itna zor se dabate ho… aaahhh… meri panty geeli ho rahi hai… aaahhh…”
“Bhola… aaahhh… you’re so rough today… aaahhh… pressing my ass so hard… aaahhh… my panty is getting wet… aaahhh…”
 
He reached his room, half-closed the door behind them with his foot, and finally lowered her onto his bed. But he didn’t stop sucking. He climbed over her, switching between her breasts with savage need — sucking one hard while mauling the other with his hand, pinching and tugging the nipple, making milk spray across his face and her chest.
 
Simran’s moans were continuous now, loud and shameless.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… choos le… pi le mera doodh… aaahhh… itna zor se… aaahhh… meri nipple phaad dega kya aaj… ummmmm… aaahhh… dono ko ek saath choos… aaahhh… meri chuchiyan teri hain… pi le sab… aaahhh… Bhola… tu mera doodh pi raha hai jaise bhookha ho… aaahhh… choos le zor se… meri badi-badi chuchiyan kha ja…”
“Aaahhh… Bhola… suck… drink my milk… aaahhh… so hard… aaahhh… are you going to tear my nipple today… ummmmm… aaahhh… suck both together… aaahhh… my boobs are yours… drink it all… aaahhh… Bhola… you’re drinking my milk like you’re starving… aaahhh… suck hard… eat my big-big boobs…”
 
 
Bhola growled like a beast against her soft flesh, sucking harder, his face now completely covered in her milk. His hands never stopped kneading her ass, spreading her cheeks, fingers brushing against her soaked panties and the heat of her dripping pussy.
 
Simran’s legs stayed locked around his waist, her hips grinding desperately against him, her voice breaking into filthy, needy moans as he devoured her tits like they belonged only to him.
 
The room was thick with the wet, obscene sounds of sucking, the slap of flesh, and Simran’s loud, broken cries of pleasure.
 
And Bhola had no intention of stopping anytime soon. He was lost in her — in the softness of her breasts, in the sweet taste of her milk, in the way her body trembled and begged for more under his mouth and hands.
 
Bhola lowered Simran onto his bed but only for a few seconds. His eyes were dark with lust. He grabbed the torn nightie still bunched around her waist and yanked it down her legs roughly, throwing it aside. Now she was completely naked except for her mangalsutra and the tiny white panty that barely covered her pussy.
 
The moment Bhola saw her like that — lying on his bed, heavy milk-filled tits rising and falling with her heavy breathing, the thin gold mangalsutra resting between her deep cleavage, and that small, flimsy panty clinging to her cunt — something snapped inside him.
 
His cock throbbed violently inside his pants.
 
He became mad.
 
Without wasting a second, he hooked both his thumbs into the waistband of her tiny panty and pulled it down in one rough, impatient motion. The fabric stretched and almost tore at the seams as he yanked it off her legs. Simran’s smooth, plump pussy came into view — swollen, pink, and already glistening.
 
“Bhola… wait… aaahhh…” Simran tried to say something, her voice shaky, but Bhola wasn’t listening.
 
He quickly opened his pants and pulled out his thick, hard monster cock. It sprang out angrily — dark, veiny, and already leaking thick precum from the fat bulbous head. Before Simran could finish her sentence, he climbed over her, straddled her chest, and shoved his cock straight into her open mouth.
 
Simran’s eyes widened for a second, but her mouth opened automatically, welcoming the thick rod like it belonged there. The heavy, warm head stretched her lips wide as it slid inside. She immediately started sucking on the huge bulb, her tongue swirling around the leaking slit, tasting his salty precum.
 
“Mmmphhh… gluck… ummmm…” she moaned around his cock, her hands reaching up to grab his heavy balls. She squeezed them gently at first, then firmer, feeling how full and tight they were.
 
Bhola groaned loudly above her.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhabhi… aapka muh… itna garam aur geela hai… aaahhh…”
“Aaahhh… Bhabhi… your mouth… is so hot and wet… aaahhh…”
 
He didn’t stay still for long. He leaned forward, pushing more of his thick cock into her mouth, and at the same time buried his face between her spread thighs.
 
The moment his tongue touched her pussy, he lost control.
 
Her cunt was already soaked. Thick, white, creamy juices coated her pink folds — evidence of how turned on she had been since morning. Bhola started slurping her pussy like a thirsty tiger drinking from a lake. Loud, wet, obscene sounds filled the room as he licked and sucked her swollen lips, drinking her juices noisily.
 
“Slurrrrp… gluck… mmmphhh… slurrrrp…”
 
Simran’s entire body jerked. She moaned loudly around his cock, the sound muffled and broken.
 
“Mmmphhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… meri choot… aaahhh… itna zor se mat chooso… aaahhh… mmmphhh…”
“Mmmphhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… my pussy… aaahhh… don’t suck so hard… aaahhh… mmmphhh…”
 
Her pussy was dripping. Every time Bhola’s tongue dragged through her folds, more of her thick white cream mixed with his spit and leaked down toward her ass. He was eating her like a man possessed — sucking her clit, pushing his tongue deep inside her hole, and slurping loudly like he wanted to drink every drop of her juice.