[doodhwale_bhaiya]

“Yeh choot ab meri hai, Bhabhi,”
“This pussy is mine now, Bhabhi,” he said between thrusts, hands tightening on her hips as he pulled her back onto his cock with every hard shove.
 
“Itna bada lund aapki shaadi-shuda choot mein… aur aap rone ke baawajood geeli ho rahi ho. Dekho kitna paani nikal raha hai. Meri gaay ban ke taras rahi ho.”
“Such a big cock in your married pussy… and even while crying you’re getting wet. Look how much water is coming out. You’re dying to become my cow.”
 
Simran’s arms were shaking. Her face was half-turned into her shoulder, mouth open, loud broken moans spilling out with every deep impact.
 
“Aaaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… dheere… nahi… aaahhh… zor se… aaahhh… pet mein… aaahhh…!”
 
He didn’t slow down. He kept the same rhythm — deliberate, powerful, possessive. Slow pull until she almost felt empty, then a savage thrust that filled her completely and made her heavy tits swing hard. The waist chain bounced against her soft stomach. Her puffy pussy lips were stretched tight around the thick base of his cock every time he bottomed out. Juice kept leaking out around his shaft and running down her thighs in shiny streams.
 
Bhola leaned over her slightly, still gripping her hips, still fucking her with that same slow-out, hard-in rhythm, his voice low and filthy right above her.
 
“Rona mat, Bhabhi. Yeh dard ke saath maza bhi aa raha hai na? Bolo. Bolo ki aapko mera lund andar chahiye. Apni gaand upar utha ke le rahi ho pura… jaise sach mein meri gaay ho.”
“Don’t cry, Bhabhi. This pain is also giving you pleasure, right? Say it. Say you want my cock inside. You’re lifting your ass and taking the whole thing… like you really are my cow.”
 
Simran could only moan loudly in answer, tears of overwhelming sensation on her cheeks, her body jolting forward with every powerful shove as her servant’s massive cock kept claiming her deep, over and over.
 
Simran’s arms finally gave out.
 
The relentless, deep pounding had left her shaking and overstimulated. With a broken cry she collapsed forward onto her stomach, her heavy breasts flattening against the bedsheets. The moment her body went flat, her thick thighs pressed tightly together, squeezing around the thick shaft still buried inside her and almost cutting off his access. The sudden tightness made her pussy clamp down hard around him.
 
Bhola’s cock reacted instantly.
 
It throbbed angrily inside the sudden constriction, as if offended by the restriction. A low, animal growl left his throat. He didn’t pull out. Instead he planted his hands on either side of her waist and began fucking her harder and faster, forcing his thick length in and out of the narrow, closed space between her clamped thighs. Every thrust had to fight its way through the soft pressure of her legs. The wet, filthy sounds became louder and more desperate — thick, squelching noises mixed with the heavy slap of his hips against her ass.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… chhod do… aaahhh… bahut ho gaya… please… aaahhh!” Simran cried out, her face turned sideways against the mattress, voice breaking with every brutal stroke.
 
He didn’t listen. He kept driving into her from behind while she lay face-down, legs closed, her huge ass jiggling violently under the force of his hips. Milk leaked from her compressed nipples onto the sheets. The silver waist chain dug into her soft belly with every impact.
 
She tried to escape.
 
Using whatever strength she had left, Simran began crawling forward on her elbows, trying to drag herself out from under him and off his cock. She managed only a few inches before Bhola’s hand shot out and locked around her right ankle. He yanked her back hard. Her body slid across the sheets toward him again. In the same motion he lined himself up and shoved the entire thick length back inside her stretched pussy in one powerful stroke.
 
“AAAAHHHH…!”
 
He fell forward on top of her, covering her completely with his heavier body. His chest pressed against her back. Both of his large hands found her wrists and pinned them to the mattress above her head. His feet slid between her ankles, placing his legs on the inside of hers. For a moment he stayed like that — buried deep, holding her down, breathing hard against the side of her neck.
 
Then he moved.
 
In one strong, coordinated motion he rolled them both over. Because his legs were already between hers, the roll forced her onto her back on top of him — but the result was not a normal straddle. As he turned, his own legs opened outward in a wide V. Since her legs were trapped on the outside of his, the spreading of his thighs forced her thick thighs to open wider and wider against her will. Her knees were pushed farther apart until her legs were completely spread, her pussy fully exposed and stretched around the thick base of his cock. She ended up lying on top of him, chest to chest, but with her legs forced obscenely open by the pressure of his thighs from the inside.
 
It was an embarrassing, helpless position.
 
Her heavy breasts were crushed against his chest. The waist chain pressed into both of their stomachs. Her open pussy was fully on display from below, the puffy lips stretched tight around his dark, veiny shaft. Because her legs were locked wide by his, she could not close them or regain any control. She was completely open, completely available, and completely pinned.
 
Simran’s eyes were wide with confusion and overload.
 
“Bhola… yeh… aaahhh… kya… aaahhh…!”
 
He pushed his hips upward and drove his thick cock back into her from below. The angle was deep and merciless. Every upward thrust made the fat head feel like it was pressing against her stomach from the inside. The stretch burned. Her walls fluttered and clenched around the massive intrusion as he began fucking her in steady, powerful strokes from underneath.
 
His right hand released one of her wrists only long enough to grab a full handful of her left breast. He mauling the soft, heavy flesh roughly — squeezing, lifting, and compressing it so that milk beaded and ran down onto his chest. His left hand slid between their bodies, found the swollen pearl of her clit, and began rubbing it in firm, wet circles in time with his thrusts.
 
His mouth was right beside her cheek. Simran turned her head on instinct and their lips met in a messy, open-mouthed kiss. She moaned into his mouth with every deep upward thrust, the sound muffled and desperate.
 
Bhola kept fucking her from below, legs still forcing hers wide open, one hand mauling her breast, the other rubbing her clit, tongue pushing into her mouth. The position left her with no escape and no way to hide how completely she was being used.
 
“Bhabhi… dekho kaise khol diya maine aapko,” he growled against her lips between kisses, voice thick and filthy. “Itni badi gaand, itni bhari chuchiyan, aur yeh tight choot… sab mera. Rona mat. Le lo pura. Aapki choot ab meri hai… aur main isko aise hi chodta rahunga.”
“Bhabhi… look how I’ve opened you up,” he growled against her lips between kisses, voice thick and filthy. “Such a big ass, such heavy boobs, and this tight pussy… all mine. Don’t cry. Take it all. Your pussy is mine now… and I’ll keep fucking it just like this.”
 
Every hard upward thrust made her heavy breasts bounce and drag against his chest. Milk continued to leak. Her open pussy made loud, wet sounds as it was forced to take the full thick length again and again. The waist chain jingled faintly between their bodies. Simran could only moan into his mouth, legs forced wide, wrists still partially pinned, completely caught in the filthy, dominant position he had put her in.
 
Simran’s body was trapped in the most embarrassing, open position she had ever been in. Her thick thighs were forced wide by Bhola’s legs from the inside, her knees locked apart, her swollen, stretched pussy completely exposed and wrapped tightly around the thick, dark shaft that kept driving up into her from below. Every upward thrust made the fat head punch deep against her cervix. Milk continued to leak from the breast he was mauling with his right hand. His left fingers rubbed firm, wet circles over her swollen clit. Their mouths stayed locked in a messy, open kiss, tongues sliding, saliva mixing.