Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Her beautiful, heart-shaped ass jiggled every time she tried to move, the soft flesh rippling under his grip. The contrast of her milky white skin against his darker hands was incredibly erotic.
 
Simran was shaking with need, pushing her ass back desperately, but Bhola kept control, enjoying every frustrated moan and grunt coming from his married Bhabhi.
 
Simran couldn’t take the teasing anymore.
 
With a frustrated whimper, she pushed herself up, turned around, and shoved Bhola down onto his back. Before he could react, she climbed over him in one fluid motion, swinging one leg over his head until her bare, dripping pussy was hovering directly above his face. At the same time, she bent forward, her heavy breasts hanging down as she reached for his cock.
 
Bhola barely had time to register what was happening before Simran lowered herself onto his mouth.
 
The moment her warm, wet pussy touched his lips, Bhola groaned deeply and grabbed her thick thighs, pulling her down firmly onto his face. Simran gasped as she felt his hot mouth open beneath her.
 
“Aaahhh…!”
 
She didn’t have time to adjust. Bhola’s tongue immediately dragged a long, slow lick from the bottom of her pussy all the way up to her clit. The sensation was so sudden and intense that her arms nearly gave out.
 
Simran’s face was now right above his massive cock. It stood tall and angry, the thick black shaft glistening under the dim light. A fat drop of precum had formed at the tip and was slowly running down the side of the swollen head. She stared at it for a second, her breathing shaky, before leaning down.
 
She stuck her tongue out and gently licked the precum off the tip.
 
The taste was strong — slightly salty, a little sweet, and unmistakably masculine. Simran closed her eyes and licked it again, slower this time, letting her tongue swirl around the fat head to gather every bit of the sticky fluid. A soft, involuntary moan escaped her throat.
 
“Mmmhh…”
 
Bhola’s tongue was working steadily beneath her. He wasn’t rushing. His tongue moved in long, deliberate strokes, lapping at her swollen pussy lips like he was savouring her. Her pussy was already soaked — thick, creamy white juices coated her folds, and every time his tongue dragged through them, wet, messy sounds filled the room.
 
“Slurrrrp… gluck… mmmphhh…”
 
The smell of her arousal was strong and intoxicating — warm, musky, and sweet, mixed with the faint jasmine scent from her bath. Her pussy lips were puffy and pink, glistening with her nectar. Every time Bhola spread her ass cheeks wider with his hands, her hole opened slightly, revealing how wet and ready she was inside.
 
Simran tried to focus on his cock, but Bhola’s tongue was making it difficult. She wrapped one hand around the thick base of his shaft — or at least tried to. Her fingers couldn’t even meet around his girth. She gave it a slow stroke while her tongue kept licking the leaking tip, collecting every fresh drop of precum that oozed out.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola…” she moaned softly, her voice shy and breathless.
 
She opened her mouth and took the fat head between her lips. It was so thick that her jaw stretched almost immediately. She sucked gently, her tongue pressing against the underside of the head as she tried to take more of him. A fresh spurt of precum coated her tongue, and she swallowed it with a soft, muffled sound.
 
“Mmmphhh…”
 
Beneath her, Bhola was getting more aggressive. He pulled her down harder onto his face, his tongue pushing between her pussy lips and licking deep inside her. He was drinking her juices noisily, the wet sounds growing louder as he lapped at her like a man who had been starving for this taste. Every now and then, his nose would brush against her clit, making her hips jerk.
 
Simran’s moans were getting louder, but they remained soft and feminine — sweet, breathy sounds rather than vulgar words.
 
“Aaahhh… ummmm… aaahhh… Bhola…”
 
Her ass was spread wide over his face, her thick cheeks resting on either side of his head. Every time she moaned and shifted, her pussy rubbed against his mouth, smearing her creamy juices all over his lips and chin. Bhola didn’t seem to mind — if anything, he was licking her even more hungrily, his tongue moving in slow, heavy strokes that made her thighs tremble.
 
Simran tried to suck him deeper, but his cock was simply too big. She could only manage to take the head and a couple of inches into her mouth. Still, she sucked on what she could reach with genuine hunger, her hand stroking the rest of his thick shaft while her tongue swirled around the leaking tip.
 
Every time she tasted a fresh drop of his precum, she let out a soft, satisfied moan around his cock.
 
“Mmmhh… aaahhh…”
 
Bhola’s hands were gripping her ass tightly now, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he held her in place and continued devouring her pussy. His tongue would sometimes flick rapidly over her clit, then slide down to push inside her again, fucking her slowly with it. The combination was making Simran’s mind go blank.
 
She pulled her mouth off his cock for a moment, breathing heavily, a thin string of saliva and precum connecting her lips to his glistening head. She licked her lips, tasting him again, then leaned back down and took him into her mouth once more, sucking with more enthusiasm this time.
 
Her moans vibrated around his cock as Bhola continued to lap at her dripping pussy without any sign of stopping.
 
The room was filled with the wet, filthy sounds of both of them — her soft sucking and moaning, and his loud, hungry licking as he ate her from below.
 
Simran’s body was trembling on top of him, her heavy breasts hanging and swaying slightly with every movement, her mangalsutra dangling between them as she continued to worship his cock with her mouth while he feasted on her pussy.
 
Simran was completely lost in the moment.
 
She was bent over Bhola’s body, her heavy breasts hanging down and brushing against his stomach, while her mouth worked on his thick cock. She had already taken the fat head and a few inches inside, but she wanted more. She tried to push her head down further, taking almost half of his massive length into her mouth. The thick shaft stretched her lips obscenely wide. Her jaw was aching, but she kept going.
 
“Mmmphhh… gluck… mmmhh…”
 
She gagged softly as the fat head touched the back of her throat. Her eyes watered, but she didn’t pull away completely. She took a breath through her nose and tried again, slowly forcing another inch inside. Saliva was dripping down his shaft, coating his balls as she sucked him with wet, messy sounds.
 
Bhola groaned into her pussy.
 
At the same time, his strong hands grabbed her thick, plush ass cheeks and spread them wide apart. Simran’s pink, glistening pussy was already open and dripping, but Bhola’s attention moved lower. He stared at her tight, untouched pink asshole for a second before leaning up and dragging his tongue right over it.
 
Simran’s entire body jerked.
 
“Aaahhh…!” she moaned loudly around his cock, the sound muffled and broken.
 
Bhola didn’t stop. He licked her asshole again, slower this time, pressing the flat of his tongue against the sensitive ring before circling it. One of his hands moved up and grabbed her hanging breast, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh while his tongue continued to lap at her asshole.
 
Simran was shaking.