[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Bhola slowly stepped down from the bed, his heavy cock swaying thick and hard between his legs as his feet touched the floor. The moment he was standing, Simran moved.
 
She dropped forward onto her hands and knees without being told. Her body shifted into the position of a dog — back arched slightly, head low, ass raised high. She began crawling toward him across the bed, then onto the floor, her movements slow and deliberate. Every step of her hands and knees made her massive ass sway heavily from side to side.
 
From behind, the view was pure filth.
 
Her gigantic, heart-shaped ass dominated the sight — two enormous, milky-white globes that were soft yet heavy, the flesh jiggling with every crawl. The deep cleft between them was dark and inviting. Lower, her thighs were thick, smooth, and powerful, the soft inner skin rubbing together faintly as she moved. Her calf muscles flexed with each forward push of her knees, the rounded shape of her lower legs tight and feminine. Between those thick thighs her pussy was fully on display. The outer lips were puffy and swollen from earlier use, a deep pink that looked wet and used. They were slightly parted, revealing the glistening inner folds. A single thick drop of her clear, sticky juice had gathered at the bottom of her slit and was slowly trickling down the soft skin of her right inner thigh, leaving a shiny trail. Just above her pussy, her tight pink asshole winked slightly with every movement of her hips, clean and small against the pale flesh surrounding it.
 
As she crawled, her heavy breasts hung straight down toward the mattress and then the floor. The gigantic, milk-filled globes swayed heavily with every motion, the soft flesh swinging and clapping softly against each other. Her dark nipples were stiff. A single white drop of milk beaded at the tip of her left nipple, grew heavier, and then fell with a soft *pat* onto the bedsheet below. Her mouth was still open exactly as he had ordered, tongue resting inside, strings of saliva still connecting her lower lip to her chin. Her eyes were glassy and fixed on his cock as she crawled closer, looking up at him with pure, shameless hunger.
 
Bhola’s cock twitched hard at the sight. The thick shaft pulsed, the dark head swelling even more as another bead of precum formed at the tip. The heavy balls between his legs drew up slightly.
 
If only Ravi could see this.
 
If only her husband could see how his wife looked right now — completely naked except for the waist chain and anklet, crawling on the floor like a bitch in heat toward the servant’s cock, her huge ass raised, her pussy dripping, milk leaking from her tits, mouth open and watering. If only he knew what his Bhabhi had become in this room.
 
When she reached him, Bhola bent down, grabbed a thick fistful of her hair from behind, and pulled her head up. He leaned in and crushed his mouth against hers in a deep, wet smooch. His tongue pushed into her open mouth, tasting her saliva as he kissed her hard.
 
He pulled back just enough to speak against her lips, his voice low and rough.
 
“Bhabhi… aap itni achchi lag rahi ho. Aap nangi bahot achchi dikhti ho. Aise hi rehna. Hamesha aise hi.”
“Bhabhi… you look so good. You look so beautiful naked. Stay like this. Always like this.”
 
Simran whimpered into the kiss, her open mouth still obeying, more saliva dripping down her chin onto her hanging breasts.
 
Then Bhola released her hair and moved behind her.
 
He dropped to his knees on the floor, his face level with the gigantic ass she was presenting. Up close the view was even more obscene. Her thick cheeks were spread slightly by the position, her puffy, wet pussy fully open and glistening, the drop of juice still slowly running down her right thigh. Her tight asshole sat right above it, soft and pink.
 
Bhola leaned in, stuck his thick tongue out, and dragged it slowly upward along the wet trail of her pussy juice on her thigh, collecting the sticky fluid. Then he moved higher and pressed his tongue flat against her dripping cunt, licking upward through her swollen folds to taste her directly.
 
Simran’s whole body shuddered as his tongue made contact.
Simran’s face burned with embarrassment. She was still on her hands and knees on the floor, completely naked except for the silver waist chain around her soft midriff and the anklet on her left leg. Her heavy breasts hung down, nipples stiff, a faint trail of dried saliva and milk on her skin. Her huge ass was raised high, pussy exposed and glistening.
 
She turned her head slightly, voice shaky and low.
 
“Bhola… yeh kya kar rahe ho? Itni sharam aati hai… aise mat dekho… “
“Bhola… what are you doing? I’m so embarrassed… don’t look at me like that…”
 
Bhola didn’t answer with words at first. He leaned in from behind and planted a soft, deliberate kiss right on the puffy, swollen petals of her pussy. His lips pressed against the wet folds, tasting the thin film of her juice.
 
Simran’s whole body shivered hard.
 
“Aaahhh…”
 
Bhola pulled back just enough to speak, his breath hot against her cunt.
 
“Bhabhi… aapki choot itni sundar dikh rahi hai aise. Gulabi, geeli, thodi si khuli hui… bilkul jaise koi phool. Aur yeh badi-badi gaand… waist chain ke saath dekh ke lagta hai jaise koi rani nangi baithi ho. Please… thoda hilaao na apni gaand, Bhabhi. Dekhte hi mera lund aur sakht ho jaata hai.”
“Bhabhi… your pussy looks so beautiful like this. Pink, wet, a little open… just like a flower. And this big ass… with the waist chain it looks like a queen sitting naked. Please… move your ass a little, Bhabhi. Just looking at it makes my cock even harder.”
 
Simran’s face was on fire. She was about to say something when the sharp ring of her phone cut through the room.
 
Bhola stood up, walked to the side table, and picked up the phone. The screen showed **Jasleen – Bangalore**.
 
Simran immediately tried to get up.
 
“Bhola… phone do… main uth jaati hoon—”
“Bhola… give me the phone… I’m getting up—”
 
He placed a firm hand on her lower back, keeping her exactly where she was — on all fours, ass up.
 
“Mat utho, Bhabhi. Aise hi baat karo.”
“Don’t get up, Bhabhi. Talk just like this.”
 
“Nahi… Bhola… please…”
“No… Bhola… please…”
 
But he had already swiped to answer. He put the phone on speaker for a second, then held it out to her. Simran glared at him with an angry, helpless smile — the kind that mixed irritation with the knowledge that she was already too far gone to fight properly. She took the phone with one hand, keeping the other on the floor for balance, and stayed on her knees.
 
“Hello… Jasleen?”