[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Bhola kept the thick head of his cock pressed against Simran’s open, dripping pussy, rubbing it slowly up and down through her swollen folds. The fat, dark crown would catch at her entrance, stretch the soft pink lips for a second, then slide upward over her clit before dragging back down again. Each pass smeared more of her clear, sticky juice along the heavy shaft. The wet sounds were soft but filthy — a continuous, slippery *schlick… schlick…* that mixed with Jasleen’s voice on the phone.
 
Simran’s free hand was still planted on the floor. Her voice stayed as steady as she could manage.
 
“Haan Jasleen… Ravi ka schedule dekh ke bataungi. Korea se wapas aane ke baad hi clear hoga. Abhi toh—”
“Yes Jasleen… I’ll check Ravi’s schedule and tell you. It will only be clear after he comes back from Korea. Right now—”
 
Bhola suddenly pulled his hips back. The thick cock left her pussy with a wet sound. Simran felt the sudden emptiness and almost whimpered, but she bit it back. Behind her, Bhola dropped lower. First he only breathed her in — a long, deep inhale right against her dripping cunt. The musky-sweet scent of her arousal filled his nose. Then his tongue came out.
 
He licked her slowly, flat and thorough, from the bottom of her slit all the way up to her clit. He did it again. And again. Long, greedy strokes that collected every drop of juice she was leaking. His tongue pushed between the puffy outer lips, spread them open, and dragged over the sensitive inner folds. Simran’s thighs trembled.
 
“Mmm… haan… ghar mein sab theek hai. Bore nahi ho rahi…”
“Mmm… yes… everything at home is fine. I’m not getting bored…”
 
Bhola’s tongue moved higher. He pressed the tip against the tight, pink ring of her asshole and circled it once, then again. Simran’s whole body jerked. A soft, shocked sound escaped her before she could stop it. He licked the small, clean hole more deliberately — slow, wet circles, then a firm press that made the muscle twitch against his tongue. At the same time his nose stayed buried against her dripping pussy, breathing her in while he ate her ass.
 
Simran’s voice cracked.
 
“Jasleen… main… thoda busy hoon abhi. Baad mein—”
“Jasleen… I’m… a bit busy right now. Later—”
 
Jasleen was still talking, something about the kids wanting to video-call their mausi, when the orgasm hit Simran without warning.
 
Her right hand flew up and clamped hard over her mouth. The sudden movement forced her upper body lower toward the floor. Her back arched sharply and her huge, soft ass pushed up and out, presenting everything even more shamelessly to Bhola. Her eyes squeezed shut. A long, muffled moan vibrated against her palm as her pussy clenched and released in strong waves. Clear, thick juice poured out of her in a sudden rush, running down her inner thighs and dripping onto the floor in sticky strands. Her heavy breasts hung lower, swaying with every tremor that ran through her body. The silver waist chain shifted against her soft belly.
 
Bhola didn’t stop. While she was still coming, he gripped his thick cock at the base and pressed the swollen, dark head back against her spasming pussy. He rubbed it firmly through the flood of her juices, sliding the fat crown up and down over her clit and open entrance while her cunt kept pulsing. Every time her walls clenched, more juice coated his cock head. He kept rubbing her through the entire orgasm, slow and deliberate, making the wet sounds louder.
 
Simran’s hand was still pressed tightly over her mouth. Her body shook. Tears of pure overload stood in the corners of her eyes. Through the haze she somehow managed to lower the phone just enough and end the call mid-sentence. The screen went dark. Jasleen’s voice cut off abruptly.
 
She stayed on her hands and knees, breathing hard against her own palm, ass still raised high, pussy still twitching and leaking heavily around the thick cock head that Bhola continued to rub slowly through her soaked folds. Milk had beaded again at both nipples from the force of the orgasm and was beginning to trickle down the undersides of her hanging breasts.
 
Bhola’s voice came from behind her, low and rough.
 
“Bhabhi… ab phone band ho gaya. Ab aap free hain.”
“Bhabhi… the phone is off now. Now you are free.”
 
He kept the heavy head of his cock pressed right against her open, cum-slick pussy, waiting.
 
Simran was still trying to catch her breath, her body trembling from the orgasm that had just ripped through her. Her right hand was still near her mouth, her back arched, ass pushed high. Clear juice continued to leak from her open, swollen pussy and run down her inner thighs in sticky trails.
 
Bhola didn’t give her time.
 
He gripped the thick base of his cock, lined the fat, dark head up against her dripping entrance, and began to push. The swollen crown pressed against her soft, cum-slick folds and started forcing them open. Simran’s eyes flew open in shock.
 
“Bhola… ruk… aaahhh… bahut bada… aaahhh…!”
“Bhola… stop… aaahhh… it’s too big… aaahhh…!”
 
He ignored the words and kept pushing. Inch by thick inch the heavy shaft sank into her. Her pussy stretched obscenely around the dark, veiny cock, the soft pink lips gripping and spreading wider as more of him disappeared inside. The stretch was brutal. She could feel every ridge, every throbbing vein as he forced himself deeper.
 
“Aaaahhhhh… Bhola… dard… aaahhh… dheere… aaahhh…!”
 
Her voice broke into loud, raw moans. Tears of sharp, overwhelming sensation pricked at the corners of her eyes. Bhola kept going until a good portion of his massive length was buried inside her tight, married cunt. He paused only for a second, then slowly pulled back until just the fat head remained stretching her entrance.
 
Then he shoved.
 
The hard, sudden thrust drove him deep in one powerful stroke. Simran’s whole body jerked forward.
 
“AAAAHHHHHH… BHOLAAA…!”
 
The cry was loud and broken. Her heavy breasts swung hard beneath her with the impact. The silver waist chain shifted against her soft belly. Bhola’s right leg was planted firmly beside her right thigh; his left leg was folded, knee down near her left thigh, giving him the perfect angle and power. Both of his large hands locked onto the wide, soft curves of her hips, fingers sinking into the flesh as he held her in place.
 
He set a deliberate rhythm.
 
Slow, almost gentle pull-back — the thick cock sliding out until her pussy lips clung desperately to the ridge of the head — then a sudden, full-force shove that buried him deep again. Every hard thrust made her gigantic ass ripple and jiggle. Every impact sent her heavy, milk-filled breasts swinging forward in big, pendulous arcs. Milk beaded at her nipples from the force and began to drip onto the floor.
 
“Bhabhi… aapki choot itni tight hai,” Bhola growled behind her, voice rough and filthy. “Itni geeli, phir bhi itni kas ke pakad rahi hai mere lund ko. Dekho kaise khaa rahi hai pura.”
“Bhabhi… your pussy is so tight,” Bhola growled behind her, voice rough and filthy. “So wet, yet still gripping my cock so hard. Look how it’s swallowing the whole thing.”
 
He pulled back slowly again, watching the thick, shiny shaft emerge coated in her white, creamy juices, then slammed forward hard.
 
“Ugh—! Aaaahhh… Bhola… bahut andar… aaahhh… aaahhh…!”
 
Simran felt it. Every brutal shove made the fat head of his cock feel like it was punching against the deepest part of her, pressing up toward her stomach. The pressure was intense, almost nauseating in its depth, mixed with a dark, spreading pleasure that made her toes curl against the floor.
 
Bhola kept the same merciless pattern. Slow retreat. Hard, dominant shove. Slow retreat. Hard shove. Each time his hips met her soft ass with a loud, wet slap. Each time her pussy made a filthy, squelching sound as it was forced to take him. He was showing her exactly who was inside her — claiming her with every stroke, the bull methodically breeding his cow.