Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Simran’s hips started bucking against his face. She was sucking his cock harder now, her head moving up and down as much as she could in this position, her hands still massaging his balls. Saliva and precum were dripping down her chin onto her neck and mangalsutra.
 
Bhola pulled his mouth away from her pussy for just a second, his face shiny and wet with her juices.
 
“Bhabhi… aapki choot itni geeli aur swadisht hai… main isko din bhar choosta reh sakta hoon…”
“Bhabhi… your pussy is so wet and tasty… I can keep licking it the whole day…”
 
Then he dove back in, sucking even harder, making loud, filthy slurping noises as he drank from her leaking cunt while Simran moaned and gagged softly around his thick cock.
 
The room was filled with wet, obscene sounds — her sucking, his slurping, and her broken, desperate moans.
 
Bhola was relentless.
 
He kept his face buried between Simran’s thick thighs, licking and sucking her swollen pussy with loud, wet, animalistic sounds. His tongue dragged heavily through her folds, lapping up the thick, creamy white juices that kept leaking out of her. Every few seconds he would suck her clit hard, making obscene slurping noises that filled the small room.
 
“Slurrrrp… gluck… mmmphhh… slurrrrp…”
 
Simran’s body was already trembling. She was moaning continuously around his thick cock, her mouth stretched wide as she sucked on the fat head while her hands squeezed his heavy balls.
 
“Aaahhh… mmmphhh… Bhola… aaahhh… aaahhh… itna zor se nehi… aaahhh… main… aaahhh…”
 
Her first orgasm hit her suddenly.
 
Her thighs clamped around his head as her back arched off the bed. A broken, high-pitched cry escaped her mouth even with his cock still inside it.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bholaaa… main… main aaahhhhhh… aaahhh… fuck… aaahhh…”
 
Her pussy convulsed violently. Thick, white, creamy juices gushed out of her in waves, soaking Bhola’s mouth and chin. Her whole body shook as the orgasm tore through her.
 
But Bhola didn’t stop.
 
Instead, while she was still cumming, he pushed one long, thick finger deep inside her soaked cunt. The finger was long enough to reach places Ravi’s cock had never touched. The moment it curled upward and pressed hard against her G-spot, Simran’s eyes rolled back.
 
“AAHHHHH… BHOLAAAA…!”
 
Her second orgasm crashed into her before the first one had even finished.
 
Her pussy squirted. A hot, clear stream mixed with her thick white cream sprayed out around his finger as her body convulsed violently. She was moaning and crying at the same time, completely lost.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… ruk ja… aaahhh… main mar jaungi… aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… meri… aaahhh… jaan nikal rahi hai… aaahhh…”
 
Bhola growled against her pussy and dove in even deeper. He started slurping loudly, drinking her squirting juices like he was dying of thirst. His finger kept fucking her G-spot in short, firm strokes while his tongue licked and sucked everything that came out of her.
 
“Slurrrrp… gluck… mmmphhh… slurrrrp… aaahhh Bhabhi… aapka paani bahut swadisht hai…”
 
Simran was gone.
 
For almost five full minutes, she lay there shaking, moaning, and whimpering while Bhola kept eating her through multiple small aftershocks. Her mind was completely blank. All she could feel was his tongue and that long finger destroying her.
 
Slowly, she started coming back to her senses.
 
Her breathing was still ragged. She opened her eyes and realized Bhola’s thick cock was still resting against her lips. Without thinking, she opened her mouth and took the fat head back inside, sucking it lazily.
 
That’s when she discovered something.
 
While sucking him, she ran her hand from his ass crack all the way forward to his heavy balls and gave them a firm squeeze. The moment she did that, Bhola’s cock swelled up inside her mouth like crazy — becoming even thicker and harder.
 
Simran’s eyes widened.
 
She did it again. She rubbed her palm slowly from his ass to his balls, pressing firmly, and immediately felt his cock throb and grow even bigger in her mouth.
 
“Ummmm… mmmphhh…” she moaned around his dick, realizing what she had just found.
 
She started doing it repeatedly — rubbing from his ass to his balls while sucking him. Every single time she did it, his cock swelled and throbbed violently inside her mouth.
 
Somewhere in between, she realized Bhola had completely removed his pants and underwear. He was now fully naked from the waist down, his strong thighs straddling her chest as he kept licking her pussy.
 
Bhola was breathing heavily now. His hips were starting to move on their own.
 
“Bhabhi… aap aise mat kijiye… aaahhh… main… aaahhh… control nahi kar pa raha…”
“Bhabhi… don’t do like this… aaahhh… I… aaahhh… I can’t control…”
 
But Simran didn’t stop. She kept rubbing that sensitive spot between his ass and balls while sucking harder.
 
It became too much for him.
 
With a loud, guttural groan, Bhola’s cock erupted inside her mouth like a broken hosepipe.
 
Thick, hot cum shot out in powerful, heavy spurts. The first few ropes were so strong that Simran couldn’t swallow fast enough. His cock slipped out of her mouth with a wet pop, and the next thick jet splashed directly across her face — hitting her cheek, nose, and one eye.
 
“AAHHHH… BHABHI…!”
 
More cum kept shooting out in long, thick ropes. It landed on her lips, her chin, and even on her mangalsutra. Some of it dripped down onto her heavy breasts.
 
Simran quickly grabbed his throbbing cock with both hands and shoved the head back into her mouth, trying to catch the rest of it. She started swallowing as fast as she could, but the flow was endless. Thick, warm cum kept filling her mouth in heavy waves. Some of it leaked out from the corners of her lips and ran down her neck.
 
She was moaning around his cock while drinking him, her hand still rubbing that spot between his ass and balls, milking him for every drop.
 
Bhola’s body was shaking above her as he kept cumming, thick ropes of cum still shooting into her mouth even after almost a minute.
 
Simran’s face was a complete mess — covered in his thick white cum, one eye half-closed, her mangalsutra shiny and wet, and her mouth still wrapped around his pulsing cock as she kept swallowing whatever she could.
 
And Bhola was still not done.