[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Her sister’s bright voice came through.
 
“Simmuuu! Finally. Kitni der se try kar rahi thi. Phone kahan tha tera?”
“Simmuuu! Finally. I’ve been trying for so long. Where was your phone?”
 
Simran tried to keep her voice normal, even as she felt Bhola’s presence behind her again.
 
“Sorry… bathroom mein thi thodi der. Sab theek hai?”
“Sorry… I was in the bathroom for a bit. Is everything okay?”
 
“Haan-haan. Sun, Ravi ke baare mein poochna tha. Usne kaha tha Bangalore meeting ke baad milne aayega, lekin abhi tak koi clear message nahi. Tumse baat hui uski?”
“Yes-yes. Listen, I wanted to ask about Ravi. He said he’d come meet after the Bangalore meeting, but there’s still no clear message. Did he talk to you?”
 
Simran shifted slightly on her knees. The waist chain moved against her soft belly.
 
“Haan… usne kaha tha meeting ke baad time nikalne ki koshish karega. Lekin Korea flight uski jaldi hai na… shayad tight ho. Maine kaha tha agar time mile toh zaroor mil lena tum logon se.”
“Yes… he said he’d try to make time after the meeting. But his Korea flight is soon… it might be tight. I told him if he gets time he should definitely meet you all.”
 
Jasleen sighed on the other end.
 
“Haan yaar. Rajiv bhi bol raha tha ki Ravi aaye toh dinner plan karte hain. Bahut din ho gaye milay. Ghar ka kya haal hai? Akeli toh nahi feel kar rahi na?”
“Yeah. Rajiv was also saying if Ravi comes we should plan dinner. It’s been so long since we met. How’s home? You’re not feeling lonely, right?”
 
Simran’s eyes flicked up as Bhola stepped in front of her. He was completely naked, his massive dark cock standing rigid. He held it at the base and slowly shook it in front of her face. The heavy shaft swayed. A thick bead of precum had gathered at the slit of the swollen head and was starting to stretch.
 
Simran’s mouth opened on its own. Her tongue came out and licked the clear drop of precum from the tip. The salty-sweet taste spread across her tongue. Bhola allowed it for a second, then suddenly pushed his hips forward. Only the fat, dark cock head slid past her lips and into her mouth. It stretched her lips wide. She moaned around it — a soft, wet sound that she quickly tried to turn into a normal response.
 
“Mmm… nahi… akeli nahi feel kar rahi. Ghar theek hai. Bhola sab sambhal leta hai.”
“Mmm… no… I’m not feeling lonely. Home is fine. Bhola handles everything.”
 
She spoke with the thick head still resting on her tongue. Her voice came out slightly muffled and breathy.
 
Jasleen continued, unaware.
 
“Achha hai. Main toh soch rahi thi tu bore ho rahi hogi. Ravi ke jaane ke baad ghar sunsaan lagta hoga. Kabhi Bangalore aa jaa na. Bachchon ko bhi bahut din ho gaye mausi se mile.”
“That’s good. I was thinking you must be getting bored. After Ravi left the house must feel empty. Come to Bangalore sometime. The kids haven’t met their mausi in a long time either.”
 
Bhola slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth. A thin string of saliva and precum connected her lower lip to the shiny head for a moment before breaking. He moved back behind her without a word.
 
Simran stayed exactly as she was — on all fours, phone pressed to her ear, ass raised high.
 
“Haan… sochti hoon kabhi. Lekin abhi Ravi ka schedule tight hai. Korea se wapas aake shayad thoda free ho.”
“Yes… I think about it sometimes. But Ravi’s schedule is tight right now. After he comes back from Korea he might be a bit free.”
 
Behind her, Bhola dropped to his knees again. He leaned in close. First he just breathed her in — a long, deep sniff of her wet, exposed pussy. The musky-sweet scent of her arousal filled his nose. Then his tongue came out and dragged slowly through her swollen folds, collecting the fresh juice that had gathered there.
 
Simran’s free hand clenched against the floor. A soft, involuntary moan slipped out before she could stop it.
 
“Mmm… a-aaisa hi hai. Ghar mein sab normal chal raha hai. Khaana-peena theek hai. Tu bata… Rajiv kaisa hai? Office ka pressure toh nahi hai zyada?”
“Mmm… y-yes like that. Everything at home is running normally. Food and all is fine. You tell me… how is Rajiv? Office pressure isn’t too much, right?”
 
Jasleen launched into a long update about Rajiv’s office, some project deadline, how the kids were asking about their mausi, and whether Simran had thought about visiting during the next holidays. The conversation kept going — ordinary sister talk about family, houses, Ravi’s travel, and plans.
 
All the while, Bhola stayed behind her, face buried between her thick thighs, slowly and thoroughly licking her dripping pussy. His tongue moved in long, wet strokes from her clit down to her entrance and back up, sometimes pushing slightly inside, sometimes circling her puffy outer lips. Every time he pressed particularly firmly, Simran’s voice would catch or soften for a second before she forced it back to normal.
 
She remained on her hands and knees, waist chain glinting, anklet visible on her left leg, heavy breasts hanging, mouth still slightly open from earlier, while her sister continued talking and Bhola continued eating her cunt with slow, filthy focus.
 
The conversation was nowhere near finished.
 
Simran stayed exactly as she was — on her hands and knees on the floor, phone pressed to one ear, ass raised high, the silver waist chain glinting against her soft midriff. Her heavy breasts hung freely, swaying slightly every time she shifted her weight. Behind her, Bhola’s tongue was still working slowly through her wet folds when Jasleen’s voice continued brightly on the other end.
 
“Haan toh main bol rahi thi, Ravi agar is baar mil gaya toh usko bolna ki next time longer stay kare. Rajiv uske saath kuch project discuss karna chahta hai. Aur haan, tumhare ghar ka kya scene hai? Akeli reh ke bore toh nahi ho rahi?”
“Yes so I was saying, if Ravi meets this time tell him to stay longer next time. Rajiv wants to discuss some project with him. And yes, what’s the scene at your house? You’re not getting bored living alone?”
 
Simran forced her voice to stay even.
 
“Nahi… bore nahi. Ghar theek chal raha hai. Bhola sab dekh leta hai. Khaana, safai, sab.”
“No… not bored. Home is running fine. Bhola looks after everything. Food, cleaning, everything.”
 
While she spoke, Bhola moved. He slid underneath her from the side, lying on his back so that his face was directly under her heavy, hanging breasts. The moment his mouth found her left nipple, he latched on hard — the way a hungry cub latches onto a cow’s udder. He sucked with long, deep pulls, cheeks hollowing, drawing thick streams of warm milk into his mouth. His hands came up and grabbed both soft, gigantic globes from below, squeezing and pulling them downward so the nipples stretched toward his lips.