Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

The moment their lips met properly, Simran’s tongue came out shyly, probing forward. It met Bhola’s tongue and they tangled instantly — hot, wet, and hungry. Their mouths danced together in a filthy, passionate kiss. Tongues sliding, sucking, licking each other’s lips and exploring deeply. Soft, wet sounds filled the room as they devoured one another.
 
“Mmmphhh… ummmm…” Simran moaned into his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders.
 
Bhola pulled her even closer, and suddenly they lost balance. Still locked in the kiss, they fell back onto the bed. Simran landed on top of him with a soft bounce.
 
Her heavy breasts heaved and almost spilled completely out of the already low neckline of the red nightie, the soft, milky flesh jiggling lewdly. At the same time, the short hem of her nightie rode all the way up her back, completely exposing her round, plush ass to the cool air.
 
Bhola didn’t stop kissing her even for a second. One of his hands slid up her spine, fingers tracing her smooth skin until they reached the back of her neck, holding her head in place as he kissed her deeper. His other hand moved straight down to her now fully exposed, naked ass globes.
 
He groaned into her mouth as he grabbed two big handfuls of her juicy ass. The flesh was incredibly soft yet firm — like warm velvet mixed with soft jelly. His strong fingers sank deep into the plush cheeks, kneading and spreading them apart as he kissed her.
 
In the mirror across the room, the view was pure filth: Simran’s beautiful, milky-white ass was being spread wide by Bhola’s hands. Her pink, swollen pussy lips were clearly visible, glistening with fresh arousal, the tight little rosebud of her asshole winking just above it every time he squeezed and pulled her cheeks apart.
 
Bhola shifted further back on the bed, pulling Simran with him so she was fully on top. Both his hands were now dedicated to mauling her naked ass — squeezing, rubbing, spreading, and occasionally slapping the soft flesh lightly, making it jiggle beautifully.
 
“Mmmphhh… aaahhh…” Simran moaned into the kiss, her hips grinding involuntarily against the massive bulge in his pants.
 
Bhola finally broke the long, wet kiss, both of them breathing heavily. Without warning, he grabbed the hem of her red nightie and started pulling it upward slowly. Simran, lost in the heat, raised her arms involuntarily, letting him slide the silky fabric up and over her head. He threw the nightie aside.
 
Now Simran was completely naked on top of him, except for the thin gold mangalsutra hanging between her deep, heavy cleavage — the sacred symbol of her marriage resting on her breasts while she straddled her servant.
 
Bhola’s eyes darkened with pure lust. He immediately leaned up and attacked her breasts — but not by sucking them right away. Instead, he circled the tip of his tongue teasingly around her left nipple, tracing slow, wet circles around the dark, sensitive areola without touching the stiff peak. He did the same to the right one, licking and teasing mercilessly.
 
Then he dragged his tongue down into her deep cleavage, licking the soft skin between her massive tits, tasting the faint trace of milk and sweat. He moved upward again, licking along her collarbone and then to her neck, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive skin just below her ear.
 
Simran squirmed wildly on top of him, her naked pussy rubbing against the hard ridge of his cock through his pants. Her moans were soft, needy, and continuous.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… tu kya kar raha hai… aaahhh… meri chuchiyan… aaahhh… itna tease mat kar… aaahhh… neck pe mat choos… aaahhh…”
“Aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… what are you doing… aaahhh… my boobs… aaahhh… don’t tease so much… aaahhh… don’t suck on my neck… aaahhh…”
 
Her body was trembling with pleasure as Bhola continued his slow, torturous worship of her neck, cleavage, and the sensitive skin around her nipples, driving her crazy with need.
 
Simran was losing her mind.
 
Bhola’s hot mouth on her neck, sucking and licking that sensitive spot, was driving her crazy. Her pussy was dripping, her nipples aching, and her body was burning with need.
 
She suddenly pushed his shoulders forcefully, making him sit up on the bed. Before he could react, Simran climbed onto his lap again and started stripping him with impatient hands.
 
She pulled his T-shirt up and over his head in one rough motion, throwing it aside. Her hands moved to his pants, fumbling with the button and zipper. Bhola tried to kiss her again, but she dodged slightly, kissing him back while still focused on getting his clothes off. She yanked his pants and underwear down together. Bhola lifted his hips to help her, and soon both were tossed away.
 
Now Bhola was completely naked from head to toe in front of her.
 
His massive 12-inch black cock stood proudly, pointing straight toward the ceiling like a thick, veiny obelisk. It was rock hard, the dark skin stretched tight over bulging veins, the fat purple head already leaking a steady stream of thick precum. The heavy balls hung below, full and tight. The sight was intimidating and mouth-wateringly obscene.
 
Simran stared at it for a long second but didn’t touch it yet. She was breathing heavily, trying to keep some control.
 
Bhola, however, had reached his limit.
 
In one swift move, he grabbed her waist, turned her around, and pushed her forward onto the bed. Simran ended up on her knees, face down on the mattress, her plump ass raised high in the air in a perfect doggy position. Her short red nightie had ridden all the way up her back, completely exposing her magnificent heart-shaped ass and dripping pussy.
 
Bhola groaned at the sight.
 
He reached forward with both hands and grabbed her gigantic, milky-white ass cheeks. His fingers dug deep into the soft, plush flesh, spreading them wide apart. The sight was breathtaking — her round ass opened up, revealing her swollen pink pussy lips glistening with thick white cream and her tight little pink asshole winking above it.
 
He wanted to bury his face in it immediately, but he held back.
 
Instead, he leaned in and blew a slow, hot stream of air directly onto her exposed, dripping pussy.
 
“Aaahhhhh… Bholaaa…!” Simran moaned loudly, her body jerking forward.
 
He started kissing her everywhere except where she wanted it most — soft, wet kisses on the back of her thighs, the lower curve of her ass, the inner thighs, right next to her leaking pussy but never on it. His hot breath and teasing lips were driving her insane.
 
Simran’s pussy was getting wetter by the second. Thick, creamy juices were visibly dripping down her thighs now. Her swollen pink lips were parting slightly, begging for attention.
 
“Bhola… aaahhh… kya kar raha hai… aaahhh… meri waha pe kiss kar… please…”
“Bhola… aaahhh… what are you doing… aaahhh… kiss me there… please…”
 
She tried to push back against his face, but Bhola pressed a firm hand on her lower back, keeping her exactly where he wanted — ass up, face down, completely at his mercy.
 
He blew another slow stream of air across her dripping cunt, then kissed the sensitive skin right beside her pussy lips, teasing her mercilessly.
 
Simran was moaning loudly now, almost angrily.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… bastard… aaahhh… mat sata… aaahhh… waha choos na… aaahhh… tu mujhe paagal kar dega… aaahhh…!”
“Aaahhh… Bhola… you bastard… aaahhh… don’t tease me… aaahhh… suck there… aaahhh… you’re going to drive me crazy… aaahhh…!”
 
Her grunting, frustrated moans mixed with desperate pleasure as Bhola continued his slow, torturous teasing — kissing, licking, and blowing hot air all around her aching, leaking pussy while keeping her ass spread wide open with his strong hands.