Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Bhola was now fucking her with long, deep strokes. Every time he pushed in, his cock reached places inside her that had never been touched before. Simran could feel him hitting something deep inside her with every thrust — a spot that sent electric shocks through her entire body.
 
Her ass jiggled heavily with every impact. The thick, milky-white globes rippled and shook as Bhola’s hips slammed against them. He gripped her waist tightly, pulling her back onto his cock with every thrust, making sure he went as deep as possible.
 
The room was filled with filthy, wet sounds — the constant slapping of skin, the squelching of her soaked pussy, and Simran’s loud, desperate moans.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… aur andar… aaahhh… main… aaahhh… aaahhh…”
 
Bhola was breathing heavily behind her, completely focused on fucking her deep and hard. His cock was glistening with her thick juices every time he pulled out, only to disappear back inside her with a wet sound on the next thrust.
 
Simran’s arms had given out. Her upper body was lying flat on the bed while her ass stayed raised. Her moans were now constant and broken, her face pressed into the mattress as Bhola continued to pound into her from behind.
 
He showed no signs of slowing down.
 
Every few strokes, he would pull almost all the way out until only the head remained inside, then slam back in to the hilt, his balls slapping loudly against her wet pussy. Simran’s body would jerk forward with every deep thrust, her heavy breasts swinging beneath her as she moaned helplessly into the bed.
 
Bhola was lost in the feeling of her tight, married pussy gripping his cock so perfectly.
 
And he wasn’t planning to stop anytime soon.
 
Bhola suddenly stopped moving, buried deep inside her. Simran’s eyes fluttered open in confusion, her body still trembling from the deep, stretching sensation.
 
“Bhola… kya hua?” she whispered breathlessly.
 
He didn’t answer with words.
 
Instead, he pulled his hips back slowly until only the thick head remained inside her, stretching her entrance obscenely. Then, with a powerful thrust, he slammed back in with full force. The impact pushed Simran’s entire body forward on the bed.
 
“AAHHHHHHHHH…!” Simran cried out loudly, the sound raw and shocked as his cock drove even deeper than before.
 
Bhola repeated it. He pulled back almost completely, then drove forward again with even more power. His hips slapped loudly against her ass as he buried every thick inch inside her in one brutal stroke.
 
“AAHHHH… BHOLA… AAHHHH…!” Simran moaned, her voice breaking.
 
This was no longer gentle. Bhola was claiming her. Each powerful thrust was deliberate — a statement that from now on, she was his. He was her bull, and she was his cow to breed. His cock was ploughing her married pussy with deep, possessive strokes, stretching her walls again and again.
 
Simran’s moans grew louder and more desperate with every powerful thrust.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… bahut zor se… aaahhh… main… aaahhh… mar jaungi… aaahhh…!”
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… too hard… aaahhh… I… aaahhh… I’ll die… aaahhh…!”
 
Bhola reached forward, his strong hands grabbing both of her heavy, swinging breasts from below. He squeezed them hard, using them as handles while he continued fucking her with long, powerful strokes. Milk leaked from her nipples onto his fingers as he kneaded the soft, heavy flesh.
 
The wet, filthy sound of his cock slamming into her soaked pussy filled the room — loud, rhythmic slapping mixed with the squelching of her juices. Her plump ass rippled with every impact, the soft cheeks turning slightly red from the force.
 
After several minutes of this deep, powerful fucking, Bhola suddenly changed his rhythm. He started moving faster — short, rapid thrusts that made his hips blur as he pounded into her.
 
Simran’s moans turned into continuous cries of pleasure.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… yeh kya kar rahe ho… aaahhh… main… aaahhh… aaahhh…!”
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… what are you doing… aaahhh… I… aaahhh… aaahhh…!”
 
Her orgasm hit her like a storm.
 
Her entire body started shaking violently. Her legs trembled, her ass quivered, and her pussy clamped down hard around his thrusting cock. A fresh gush of her creamy juices squirted out around his shaft as she came hard.
 
“Aaahhhhhhhhh… Bholaaa… aaahhh… main… aaahhh… aaahhh…!”
 
But Bhola didn’t stop or slow down. While she was still in the middle of her orgasm, he suddenly pulled his cock out completely. Simran let out a disappointed whimper at the sudden emptiness.
 
Before she could react, Bhola lay down on his back and pulled her on top of him. She was still shaking from her climax as he lined up his cock and shoved it back inside her in one smooth thrust.
 
Simran moaned loudly as she felt him fill her again. She collapsed onto his chest, breathing heavily, her face buried in his neck while he slowly fucked her from below, giving her time to recover.
 
After a few moments, Simran lifted her head and kissed him deeply. Their tongues met in a messy, passionate kiss as she started moving her hips.
 
She understood what he wanted.
 
Without taking his cock out, she adjusted her legs. She brought them forward, folding them on either side of his body, and sat up straight on his cock. It was an extremely shameless position — her legs spread wide, knees bent, hands resting on her own knees as she sat on him like she was squatting.
 
The red nightie was bunched uselessly around her waist. Her heavy breasts hung freely, nipples hard and leaking. Her mangalsutra swayed between them. Her bare, creamy ass rested on his thighs, and his thick cock was buried deep inside her pussy in full view.
 
Simran looked down between her legs and moaned softly at the sight of her stretched pussy lips wrapped tightly around his massive shaft.
 
She started bouncing.
 
Slowly at first, then with more confidence. Every time she lifted herself, several inches of his thick, glistening cock would slide out of her, only for her to drop back down and take him deep again. Her heavy breasts bounced wildly with every movement, milk occasionally leaking from her nipples.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… itna gehra… aaahhh…”
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… so deep… aaahhh…”
 
Bhola’s hands came up to grab her bouncing ass, squeezing the soft flesh as he helped her ride him. His eyes were fixed on where they were joined — watching his thick black cock disappear into her tight, married pussy again and again.
 
Simran’s moans were getting louder as she rode him in this obscene, squatting position. Her body was glistening with sweat, her hair messy, her face flushed with pure pleasure.
 
She was completely lost in the feeling of being filled by her servant’s massive cock.
 
Simran was riding him in that shameless squatting position, her legs spread wide on either side of Bhola’s body, her hands resting on her own knees for balance. Her pussy was stretched tightly around his thick cock, and every time she lifted herself, her swollen pink lips clung to his shaft before she dropped back down, taking him deep again.