Bhola groaned against her breast. He switched to the other nipple, sucking even harder, drinking her milk greedily. His hands tightened on her ass as he felt her grinding on him.
Simran was losing whatever little control she had left.
Her pussy was dripping. She could feel how wet she was getting as she rubbed herself against his cock. Her moans were getting louder, mixing with the sound of the running shower.
Bhola finally pulled his mouth away from her breast. His lips were shiny with milk and water. He looked at her for a second, then reached down between their bodies with one hand. He held his thick cock and positioned the fat head right at her entrance.
Simran’s eyes widened slightly.
Before she could say anything, Bhola pushed upward.
The thick head stretched her pussy lips apart and slid inside in one smooth motion.
“Aaahhhhhhh…!” Simran cried out, the sound loud and filled with both pleasure and shock as he entered her.
Bhola didn’t thrust hard. He held her firmly in his arms and started moving his hips in slow, deliberate strokes. His cock moved in and out of her at a steady pace while he kept her lifted against the wall. Every time he pushed in, Simran let out a soft, broken moan.
He leaned down again and took her nipple back into his mouth, sucking on it while he fucked her slowly. Milk continued to flow as he drank from her. After a few moments, he pulled his mouth away, lifted his face, and kissed her deeply.
While they kissed, he pushed some of her own milk from his mouth into hers.
Simran moaned into the kiss as she tasted her milk on his tongue. Their kiss became wet and messy — tongues sliding, milk and water mixing between their mouths as Bhola continued to fuck her with slow, deep strokes.
Her legs tightened around his waist. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she kissed him back hungrily, completely surrendering to the moment. The shower water kept pouring over them, washing over their joined bodies while Bhola moved inside her steadily, his cock stretching her pussy with every thrust.
Simran’s soft moans filled the small bathroom, mixing with the sound of running water and the wet sounds of their bodies moving together.
The shower was becoming a problem.
Water kept falling directly on their faces, making it difficult to kiss properly, and the constant spray was getting into their eyes and mouths. Bhola didn’t bother turning it off. Instead, he simply tightened his grip on Simran’s wet ass, lifted her higher against the wall, and stepped out of the shower with her still impaled on his cock.
Water dripped from both their bodies as he carried her straight to the bed. He sat down on the edge of the mattress with Simran still straddling him. The moment his ass touched the bed, Simran’s instincts took over completely.
She didn’t wait.
Placing her hands on his shoulders for support, she started bouncing on his cock — hard.
The wet, slapping sounds of her ass hitting his thighs echoed loudly in the room.
*Plap… plap… plap… plap…*
Her soaked pussy was making obscene, wet noises every time she dropped down and took his entire thick length inside her. Because they were both dripping wet from the shower, the sounds were louder and filthier than before.
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… aaahhh…!” Simran moaned without any shame now, her voice high and broken. “Bhola… aaahhh… itna mota… aaahhh… meri… aaahhh… aaahhh…!”
Bhola leaned back slightly, both hands grabbing her heavy, bouncing breasts. He squeezed them roughly, mauling the soft, wet flesh as milk leaked from her nipples onto his fingers. Every time she came down hard on his cock, her breasts jiggled wildly in his hands.
The sight was filthy.
A married woman, completely naked except for her mangalsutra, riding her servant’s massive cock with desperation. Her wet hair was sticking to her back and shoulders, water droplets running down her body, and her pussy was stretched wide around his thick, dark shaft. The contrast of her fair skin against his darker cock looked scandalous.
Simran was moaning continuously now, her voice getting louder with every bounce.
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aur zor se… aaahhh… meri chuchiyan mat chhodo… aaahhh… aaahhh…!”
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… harder… aaahhh… don’t stop sucking my boobs… aaahhh… aaahhh…!”
Bhola’s hands kept squeezing and playing with her breasts while she rode him. He occasionally leaned forward to suck on her nipples, drinking her milk as she kept jumping on his cock.
They were both so lost in the moment that neither of them heard the phone ringing at first.
It was only when the ringtone kept going on persistently that Simran’s mind registered the sound. Her eyes suddenly flew open. She looked toward the bedside table and saw Preeti’s name flashing on the screen.
Panic hit her instantly.
She pushed Bhola’s chest with both hands with full force.
“Ruko… Bhola ruk jao!”
“Stop… Bhola, stop!”, she said breathlessly, trying to get off him.
Bhola, surprised by the sudden push, let her go. Simran quickly climbed off his cock and reached for the phone with shaky hands. She stared at Preeti’s name but didn’t pick up the call. Her heart was pounding.
Before she could even catch her breath, she felt Bhola move behind her.
He grabbed her waist and pushed her forward onto the bed. Simran barely had time to react before he positioned himself behind her and shoved his cock straight back into her extremely wet pussy in one hard thrust.
“Aaaahhhhhh…!” Simran screamed into the bedsheet as his thick cock stretched her open again.
Bhola didn’t give her any time to adjust. He started fucking her immediately — standing on the floor while she was on her knees on the bed, her upper body lying flat on the mattress. Both of them were still wet from the shower, their skin glistening under the bedroom light.
The position was raw and shameless.
Bhola held her waist tightly and started pounding into her from behind. His hips slapped loudly against her ass with every thrust. Simran’s moans were loud and uncontrollable now.
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… ruk ja… aaahhh… Preeti ka call aa raha hai… aaahhh… aaahhh…!”
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… stop… aaahhh… Preeti’s call is coming… aaahhh… aaahhh…!”
But Bhola was too far gone. He kept fucking her hard and deep, his cock moving in and out of her soaked pussy at a steady, powerful pace. Water droplets from their bodies were flying with every thrust.
Just then, her phone vibrated again.
A WhatsApp message popped up on the screen.
Preeti: Reaching in 15 minutes. Keep the gate open.
Simran’s eyes widened in horror when she read the message. She immediately turned her head and looked back at Bhola with panic in her eyes.
“Bhola… ruk ja… please… Preeti aa rahi hai… 15 minute mein… aaahhh…!”
“Bhola… stop… please… Preeti is coming… in 15 minutes… aaahhh…!”
Bhola finally slowed down. He stopped thrusting but kept his cock buried deep inside her. He didn’t pull out. Instead, he stayed pressed against her ass, his thick length still stretching her pussy as he leaned forward slightly.
Simran was breathing heavily, her face half-buried in the bedsheet. She could feel every inch of him inside her — hot, hard, and throbbing.
“Bahut der ho gayi hai Bhola…” she said, her voice shaky. “Nikal… please nikal ja…”
“It’s too late now, Bhola…” she said, her voice shaky. “Pull out… please pull out…”
Bhola didn’t move. His hands were still holding her waist firmly. He looked down at where they were connected — his thick cock buried inside her married pussy, her lips stretched tightly around him, and her juices mixed with his cum leaking out around the base.
He stayed right there, deep inside her, even as the clock started ticking.
Bhola had completely lost control.
The moment Simran told him that Preeti was coming, something inside him snapped. Instead of stopping, he grabbed her waist tightly with both hands and started fucking her like a man possessed.
His thrusts became long, fast, and brutal.
*Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!*
His hips slammed into her ass with powerful, rapid strokes. His thick cock was driving in and out of her soaked pussy at a frantic pace. The wet, obscene sounds of their fucking filled the room as he pounded into her without mercy.
Simran’s eyes widened in shock.
“Aaahhh… Bhola… ruk ja… aaahhh… Preeti… aaahhh… aaahhh…!”
But Bhola wasn’t listening. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her waist as he pulled her back onto his cock with every thrust. His heavy balls were slapping loudly against her pussy. Simran’s body was jerking forward with every powerful stroke, her heavy breasts swinging beneath her.
She tried to speak again, but her words kept breaking into loud, helpless moans.
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aur zor se… aaahhh… main… aaahhh… aaahhh…!”
Bhola fucked her like this for another minute, his breathing rough and heavy. Then, without any warning, he suddenly pulled his cock out of her pussy. Before Simran could even react, he grabbed her hair with one hand and turned her around roughly.
In the next second, he shoved his thick, glistening cock straight into her mouth.
Simran’s eyes flew open in surprise.
“Mmmphhh—!”
Bhola held her head with both hands and started thrusting into her mouth. Within seconds, his cock swelled and he started cumming hard.
Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted into her mouth.
The first powerful spurt hit the back of her throat. Simran’s eyes watered as she instinctively started swallowing. But Bhola kept cumming — wave after wave of thick, creamy cum flooded her mouth. It was too much. Some of it overflowed from the corners of her lips and dripped down her chin onto her breasts.
Simran kept gulping, trying her best to swallow everything. Her throat moved as she drank his load, her eyes half-closed. Bhola’s cock kept throbbing and pulsing between her lips as he emptied himself completely into her mouth.
Finally, after what felt like a long time, his orgasm subsided.
Simran pulled her mouth off his cock, gasping for air. Thick strings of cum and saliva connected her lips to his cock. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, breathing heavily.
For a few seconds, both of them stayed still, trying to catch their breath.
Then reality hit Simran like a bucket of cold water.
She suddenly pushed Bhola away with both hands.
“Bhola… jao! Jaldi se kapde pehno!” she said in a panicked voice. “Neeche ka darwaza khula hai! Preeti aa rahi hai… 15 minute mein yahan pahunch jayegi!”
“Bhola… go! Quickly put on your clothes!” she said in a panicked voice. “The downstairs door is open! Preeti is coming… she’ll be here in 15 minutes!”
Bhola, who was still standing there naked with his semi-hard cock hanging between his legs, suddenly came back to his senses. His eyes widened as he realized what she had just said.
Without wasting another second, he turned around and ran out of the room completely naked. His wet feet made soft sounds as he rushed down the stairs.
When he reached the main door, he saw that it was wide open. The evening wind had pushed it open completely. Anyone could have walked in. Bhola’s heart skipped a beat. He quickly stepped outside, looked around to make sure no one was there, and then pulled the door shut. He locked it properly from inside and let out a sigh of relief.
Still naked, he ran back upstairs and went straight to his room. He closed the door behind him and locked it. His chest was rising and falling rapidly as he stood there for a moment, trying to calm himself down.
He quickly grabbed a fresh pair of clothes from his cupboard and started getting dressed. His mind was still spinning from everything that had just happened — the intense fucking, cumming in Simran’s mouth, and the sudden panic of Preeti arriving.
Meanwhile, upstairs in the bedroom, Simran was still sitting on the bed, completely naked and messy. Her lips were swollen, her chin and breasts had traces of Bhola’s cum, and her pussy was still leaking.
She looked at the clock.
Preeti would be here any minute.
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