Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

She tried to focus on sucking his cock, but the feeling of his tongue on her most private place was too much. She took his cock deeper into her mouth again, almost halfway, and gagged once more. Thick strings of spit ran down his shaft as she pulled back slightly, only to try taking him in again.
 
“Gluck… mmmphhh… aaahhh…”
 
Bhola’s tongue was relentless. He licked from her dripping pussy all the way up to her asshole in long, slow strokes, then focused on her tight hole, pushing his tongue against it. At the same time, he kept mauling her hanging breasts — squeezing them, tugging on her sensitive nipples, and making milk leak out onto his stomach.
 
Simran’s moans were getting louder and more desperate, though still soft and feminine.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… yeh mat karo… aaahhh… main… aaahhh…”
 
Her thighs started trembling violently. Bhola could feel her pussy clenching around his tongue every time he licked her asshole. He pushed two fingers inside her soaked cunt while his tongue kept working on her ass, and that was the final push.
 
Simran’s orgasm hit her hard.
 
Her body suddenly went stiff on top of him. A broken, high-pitched moan escaped her mouth even with his cock still inside it.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bholaaa… main… main jhad rahi hoon… aaahhh…!”
 
Her pussy convulsed and a thick, creamy squirt mixed with her juices gushed out onto Bhola’s mouth and chin. Her asshole clenched and fluttered right against his tongue as she came. Her whole body was shaking uncontrollably.
 
Bhola didn’t move away. He kept his mouth open and lapped up everything she gave him, drinking her juices noisily while she came on his face. At the same time, his hands continued to squeeze and play with her hanging breasts, milking them as milk dripped from her nipples onto his chest.
 
Simran was moaning continuously, her voice soft and overwhelmed.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… ruk ja… aaahhh… main mar jaungi… aaahhh…”
 
Even while she was cumming, she didn’t let go of his cock completely. She kept it in her mouth, sucking weakly through her orgasm, her tongue lazily licking the underside of his thick shaft as her body trembled on top of him.
 
Bhola’s face was shiny and wet with her juices. He continued licking her through the aftershocks, occasionally moving his tongue between her pussy and her asshole while his hands kept squeezing her soft, heavy breasts.
 
Simran was breathing heavily, her face resting against his thigh as she slowly came down from her orgasm. His massive cock was still resting against her lips, wet with her spit. She gave it a soft, shaky kiss on the head before opening her mouth again, trying to take him back inside.
 
She was still shaking, but she wasn’t done with him yet.
 
Simran was still breathing heavily from her orgasm, her body trembling slightly on top of Bhola. His massive cock rested against her lips, thick and hard, glistening with her spit. She could feel it throbbing against her cheek.
 
As she slowly licked along the underside of his shaft, her hand wandered lower. Her fingers brushed against the sensitive stretch of skin between his heavy balls and his asshole — the perineum. The moment her fingertips pressed there and rubbed in slow circles, Bhola’s hips jerked violently upward.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhabhi!” he groaned loudly into her pussy.
 
His cock suddenly thrust up, pushing the fat head deeper into Simran’s mouth without warning. She gagged softly but didn’t pull away. Instead, she kept her lips wrapped around him and continued rubbing that same spot with her fingers.
 
She had found it.
 
Simran realized that whenever she pressed and rubbed that sensitive area, Bhola’s body reacted on its own — his hips would thrust upward, fucking her mouth even though she wasn’t moving her head much. It was like a trigger.
 
A shy, wicked little thrill ran through her.
 
She started licking his cock more deliberately now — long, slow strokes from the base all the way up to the leaking tip, her tongue flat and wet. At the same time, her fingers kept rubbing that spot between his asshole and balls in firm, steady circles.
 
Bhola was losing control.
 
He grabbed her thick ass cheeks harder and buried his face completely into her pussy. His tongue pushed deep inside her hole, fucking her with it in long, wet strokes. He wasn’t teasing anymore — he was devouring her. Every few seconds, his tongue would slide up and lick her asshole before going back down to her dripping cunt.
 
“Slurrrrp… gluck… mmmphhh… aaahhh Bhabhi…”
 
Simran moaned softly around his cock as she felt him eating her so hungrily. She kept licking his thick shaft while her fingers worked that sensitive spot. Every time she pressed there, Bhola’s hips would thrust up hard, pushing more of his cock into her mouth.
 
She could feel him getting closer.
 
His balls were tightening, and his cock was throbbing more violently against her tongue. His thrusts were becoming faster and more desperate. Simran kept rubbing that spot and licking him, her mouth stretched wide around his thickness.
 
Bhola suddenly let out a deep, guttural groan against her pussy.
 
His hips snapped up hard.
 
Thick, hot cum erupted from his cock in powerful spurts.
 
The first heavy rope shot directly into Simran’s mouth. It was so much that her cheeks bulged slightly. She tried to swallow, but the second and third ropes came immediately after, thick and forceful. Cum overflowed from the corners of her lips and ran down his shaft.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhabhi… aaahhh…!” Bhola groaned loudly, his voice muffled between her thighs.
 
His hips kept thrusting upward in short, desperate motions, as if his body was trying to fuck her mouth even while he was cumming. More thick ropes of cum kept shooting out — heavy, creamy, and endless. It was clear he had been holding back for a long time.
 
Simran was struggling to keep up.
 
She swallowed as much as she could, but there was simply too much. Warm cum filled her mouth, some of it leaking out and dripping down onto his balls. She pulled her mouth back slightly, gasping for air, and thick strands of cum stretched between her lips and his cock. Without thinking, she leaned back down and started licking the cum off his shaft, lapping at it like she didn’t want to waste any.
 
Bhola was still cumming.
 
Another strong spurt hit her tongue as she licked him. Simran moaned softly, her eyes half-closed, as she continued licking and swallowing whatever she could. Some of his cum had landed on her chin and neck. She even licked that off her own skin before going back to his cock, cleaning him with slow, thorough licks.
 
Bhola’s hips were still twitching, giving small, involuntary thrusts upward even as the intensity of his orgasm began to fade. His tongue had gone lazy between her legs, gently lapping at her pussy and asshole while he came down from his high.
 
Simran stayed there, softly licking and kissing his still-twitching cock, tasting the thick, salty-sweet cum that coated her tongue. Her fingers had stopped rubbing that spot, but she kept gently massaging his balls as she cleaned him with her mouth.
 
She was breathing hard, her face messy with his cum, her lips shiny and swollen.
 
Bhola lay beneath her, chest rising and falling heavily, his face still buried between her thick thighs, occasionally giving her pussy soft, lazy licks as he recovered.