Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Bhola could see she was struggling to maintain the rhythm for long. Her thighs were beginning to tremble from the effort. Without saying a word, he slid his hands under her soft, heavy ass cheeks and started helping her. His strong fingers dug into the plush flesh as he lifted her up and then guided her back down onto his cock.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola…” Simran moaned, her head falling back slightly as he took control of her movements.
 
Now she didn’t have to do all the work. Bhola was lifting her ass with his hands and then pulling her down firmly onto his cock. Every time she dropped, his thick shaft disappeared completely inside her wet pussy. The wet, squelching sounds grew louder with every movement.
 
Her heavy breasts — those big, soft, jelly-like mangoes — were bouncing wildly with every drop. They slapped against each other and against her chest, the dark nipples hard and leaking small drops of milk that occasionally flew onto Bhola’s stomach and chest. The mangalsutra swung between them, occasionally getting caught between her breasts.
 
Bhola’s eyes were fixed on her bouncing tits and the way her pussy was swallowing his cock again and again. He started lifting her higher and bringing her down harder. Simran’s moans became louder and more broken.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh…aur zor se… aaahhh…”
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… harder… aaahhh…”
 
After several intense minutes of this, Simran’s legs finally gave out. She fell forward onto Bhola’s chest with a soft, exhausted moan. Her breasts pressed against him, and before she could catch her breath, Bhola grabbed her face with both hands and pulled her into a deep, hungry kiss.
 
Their mouths locked together. Tongues immediately started dancing — wet, messy, and desperate. While they kissed, Bhola’s hands moved down to her waist. He gripped her tightly and started thrusting up into her from below.
 
This time there was no slow build-up.
 
Bhola began fucking her like a jackhammer.
 
His hips moved in short, powerful, rapid thrusts, driving his cock in and out of her soaked pussy at a brutal pace. The wet, slapping sounds became almost continuous. Simran’s moans were muffled against his mouth as he kept kissing her deeply, his tongue fucking her mouth the same way his cock was fucking her pussy.
 
“Aaahhh… mmmphhh… aaahhh…” Simran moaned into his mouth, her body shaking on top of him.
 
Bhola didn’t slow down. He kept pounding into her from below, his hands holding her waist firmly so she couldn’t escape the force of his thrusts. Her pussy was making loud, filthy, wet sounds every time his cock slammed inside her.
 
Simran’s first orgasm hit her suddenly.
 
Her body tensed on top of him and she moaned loudly into his mouth as her pussy convulsed around his thrusting cock. Her juices gushed out, soaking his cock and balls. But Bhola didn’t stop. He kept fucking her through her orgasm, his thrusts becoming even faster.
 
Before she could fully recover from the first one, a second orgasm crashed into her.
 
Simran’s eyes rolled back as she came again, her body trembling violently on top of him. She tried to break the kiss to breathe, but Bhola held her face and kept kissing her deeply, swallowing her moans as he continued jackhammering into her from below.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… main… aaahhh… aaahhh…!”
 
A third orgasm followed soon after. Simran was completely overwhelmed. Her body was shaking uncontrollably, and she could barely kiss him back anymore. She was just moaning into his mouth while he kept fucking her without mercy.
 
Bhola’s pace became almost frantic.
 
The wet, obscene sound of his cock rapidly sliding in and out of her flooded pussy filled the room. Simran’s juices were everywhere — coating his cock, dripping down his balls, and making a mess on the bedsheet beneath them. Her heavy breasts were squished against his chest, milk leaking from her nipples onto his skin.
 
Bhola suddenly broke the kiss. He grabbed her ass with both hands, spreading her cheeks as he thrust upward with everything he had.
 
“Bhabhi… aaaahhhhhh…” he groaned.
 
Simran could only moan in response. She was too far gone.
 
With a deep, guttural groan, Bhola slammed his cock as deep as it could go and started cumming.
 
Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted inside her. The first powerful spurt hit deep against her cervix. Simran gasped loudly as she felt the hot liquid flooding her. Bhola kept thrusting in short, jerky movements as he came, pumping wave after wave of thick cum into her married pussy.
 
Simran could feel everything.
 
The hot, heavy spurts kept coming — one after another, filling her up completely. There was so much cum that it started leaking out around his cock even while he was still inside her, dripping down onto his balls. Bhola’s hips kept twitching upward as he emptied himself deep inside her.
 
Simran lay on his chest, completely spent, her pussy still spasming around his cock as it continued to throb and release more cum inside her. She could feel the warmth spreading deep in her belly.
 
Bhola’s arms wrapped around her tightly, holding her close as the last few spurts of cum pulsed into her flooded pussy.
 
Neither of them spoke for a long time.
 
Only the sound of their heavy breathing and the occasional wet drip of cum leaking out of her could be heard in the room.
 
Simran slowly pushed herself up from Bhola’s chest. Her body was trembling, her legs unsteady. She looked completely wrecked — her hair was messy and sticking to her sweaty face, her lips were swollen from kissing, and her heavy breasts were glistening with a mix of sweat and milk. Between her thighs, thick white cum was slowly leaking out of her freshly fucked pussy, running down her inner thighs in messy trails.
 
She leaned down and gave Bhola a long, soft kiss on the lips before getting off the bed. Bhola, still breathing heavily, sat up slowly. He looked exhausted, but his eyes followed her every movement.
 
He reached for a towel lying nearby and held it out toward her.
 
“Bhabhi… main saaf kar deta hoon,” he said quietly.
“Bhabhi… I’ll clean it,” he said quietly.
 
Simran looked at the towel, then at him. She shook her head.
 
“Nahi… main nahati hoon.”
“No… I’ll bathe.”
 
Without saying anything else, she walked toward the small attached bathroom. What surprised Bhola was that she didn’t close the door behind her. She left it slightly open — an open invitation.
 
Bhola sat on the bed for a few seconds, staring at the half-open bathroom door. He could hear the sound of the shower being turned on. The sound of water hitting the tiles filled the quiet room.
 
Inside the bathroom, Simran stood under the shower. The warm water cascaded over her body, washing away the sweat and some of the cum from between her legs. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, letting the water run over her face and breasts. Her body was still sensitive, her pussy still throbbing from the rough fucking she had just received.
 
She didn’t have to wait long.