[doodhwale_bhaiya]

She needed him to finish. Her pussy was already raw and oversensitive from the long, brutal fucking. If he came, she might finally get some relief. So she started talking.

She broke the kiss just enough to speak against his lips, her voice low, shaky, and filthy.
 
“Bhola… sun… agar Ravi agle kamre mein so raha ho… door band ho… aur main teri godi mein nangi baithi hoon… waist chain aur anklet ke alawa kuch nahi… toh tu kya karega? Kaise control karega apne lund ko?”
“Bhola… listen… if Ravi is sleeping in the next room… door closed… and I’m sitting naked in your lap… nothing but the waist chain and anklet… then what will you do? How will you control your cock?”
 
Bhola’s hips slammed upward harder in answer. The thick cock forced her walls open with a wet, filthy sound.
 
“Control? Bhabhi… main control nahi karunga. Main aapki choot mein lund daal ke aise hi chodunga. Ravi ke sone ki awaaz aati rahegi aur main aapki gaand pakad ke neeche se dhakka maarta rahunga. Aapki chuchiyan mere muh mein hongi, doodh nikal raha hoga, aur main bolunga — chup chap le lo, Bhabhi. Shose ke peeche aapki choot meri hai.”
“Control? Bhabhi… I won’t control. I’ll put my cock in your pussy and fuck you just like this. The sound of Ravi sleeping will keep coming and I’ll hold your ass and thrust from below. Your boobs will be in my mouth, milk coming out, and I’ll say — quietly take it, Bhabhi. Behind the noise your pussy is mine.”
 
Simran moaned loudly at the words and the extra force of his thrusts. She kept going, painting the next picture while he rubbed her clit faster.
 
“Aur agar kitchen mein ho… main khana bana rahi hoon… sirf apron pehna ho… neeche kuch nahi… aur tu peeche se aake apron utha de… toh? Tu kaise rokega khud ko?”
“And if we’re in the kitchen… I’m cooking… only wearing an apron… nothing underneath… and you come from behind and lift the apron… then? How will you stop yourself?”
 
Bhola growled against her cheek and drove up into her with short, powerful strokes that made her heavy breasts bounce and drag across his chest. Milk smeared between them.
 
“Main nahi rokunga, Bhabhi. Main aapko counter pe jhuka dunga. Apron upar karke aapki badi gaand ko kholunga aur seedha lund andar dhakel dunga. Choolhe ki aag ke saamne aapki choot ko chodunga. Aapki chuchiyan counter pe latak rahi hongi, doodh tapak raha hoga, aur main kehta rahunga — khana baad mein, pehle meri cum aapke andar jaaye. Kitchen ki hawa mein aapki geeli choot ki awaaz aayegi.”
“I won’t stop, Bhabhi. I’ll bend you over the counter. I’ll lift the apron, open your big ass and shove my cock straight inside. I’ll fuck your pussy in front of the stove fire. Your boobs will hang on the counter, milk dripping, and I’ll keep saying — food later, first my cum goes inside you. The sound of your wet pussy will fill the kitchen.”
 
Simran’s pussy clenched hard around him at the image. Juice leaked out around the thick base of his cock and ran down onto his balls. She was dripping, the wet sounds growing louder with every thrust.
 
She continued, voice more broken now.
 
“Aur agar Preeti neeche baithi ho… drawing room mein… aur hum upar ho… main teri godi mein is position mein… legs khuli hui… toh tu kya karega? Kaise control karega jab neeche uski awaaz aa rahi ho?”
“And if Preeti is sitting downstairs… in the drawing room… and we’re upstairs… me in your lap in this position… legs open… then what will you do? How will you control when her voice is coming from below?”
 
Bhola’s answer was another deep, punishing thrust that made her cry out. His fingers pinched her clit while his other hand squeezed her breast hard enough to force a fresh stream of milk.
 
“Control nahi, Bhabhi. Main aapko aur tez chodega. Preeti ke baat karne ki awaaz aati rahegi aur main aapki khuli hui taangon ke beech se lund pura andar tak dhakelta rahunga. Aapke muh pe haath rakh ke aapki choot ko phaadta rahunga. Jab who neeche coffee maangegi, tab main aapke andar jhadne wala honga. Aapki choot meri cum se bhar jaayegi aur aapko neeche jaake uske saamne normal baithna padega… meri nishani aapki taangon se chhalakti hui.”
“No control, Bhabhi. I’ll fuck you even harder. Preeti’s voice talking will keep coming and I’ll thrust my cock all the way inside between your open legs. I’ll cover your mouth and keep tearing your pussy. When she asks for coffee downstairs, I’ll be about to cum inside you. Your pussy will be filled with my cum and you’ll have to go down and sit normally in front of her… my mark dripping down your thighs.”
 
Simran’s eyes rolled back. The combination of his thick cock stretching her, the clit rubbing, the breast mauling, and the filthy words was pushing her toward another orgasm she wasn’t sure she could handle. She kept talking anyway, desperate to make him finish.
 
“Aur gaadi mein? Agar tu drive kar raha ho… main side mein nangi baithi hoon… sirf mangalsutra aur yeh waist chain… aur main teri lund ko haath mein leke sehla rahi hoon… toh? Red light pe tu kya karega?”
“And in the car? If you’re driving… I’m sitting naked beside you… only mangalsutra and this waist chain… and I’m holding your cock in my hand and stroking it… then? What will you do at the red light?”
 
Bhola’s hips became almost frantic. He fucked up into her with long, hard strokes, the fat head battering deep every time.
 
“Red light pe main gaadi rok ke aapko apni godi mein khinch lunga, Bhabhi. Aapki taangein khol ke seedha lund aapki choot mein ghusa dunga. Steering ke peeche aapki badi gaand meri jaanghon pe hogi aur main neeche se aise hi dhakka maarta rahunga. Bahar log nazar aa rahe honge… aur andar aap meri lund pe uchal rahi hongi. Main aapke kaan mein bolunga — log dekh rahe hain, lekin aapki choot abhi bhi meri hai. Cum andar hi lungi, Bhabhi. Bahar nahi nikalne dunga.”
“At the red light I’ll stop the car and pull you into my lap, Bhabhi. I’ll open your legs and shove my cock straight into your pussy. Your big ass will be on my thighs behind the steering and I’ll keep thrusting from below. People will be visible outside… and inside you’ll be bouncing on my cock. I’ll say in your ear — people are watching, but your pussy is still mine. I’ll cum inside only, Bhabhi. I won’t let it come out.”
 
Simran was shaking. Her forced-open legs trembled. Her pussy was making continuous wet, filthy noises as it was pounded from below. She could feel every thick inch of him, every vein, every time the ridge of the head dragged against her sensitive walls. Milk kept leaking from the breast he refused to stop mauling. Her clit was swollen and throbbing under his fingers.
 
She gave him one more scene, her voice almost a sob.
 
“Aur subah? Jab main so rahi hoon… nangi… sirf yeh chain aur anklet… aur tu subah uth ke dekhe… mera bada gaand aur meri geeli choot… toh? Tu kaise control karega khud ko? Mujhe sone dega?”
“And in the morning? When I’m sleeping… naked… only this chain and anklet… and you wake up and see… my big ass and my wet pussy… then? How will you control yourself? Will you let me sleep?”
 
Bhola’s answer was the hardest thrust yet. He buried himself to the hilt and stayed there for a second, grinding deep, before starting a rapid, punishing rhythm from below.
 
“Main aapko nahi sone dunga, Bhabhi. Main aapki taangein khol ke beech mein lit jaunga aur seedha lund andar daal dunga. Aapki neend mein hi aapki choot ko chodna shuru kar dunga. Jab aap aankh kholengi, tab tak mera lund aapke pet tak hoga. Main aapke kaan mein bolunga — subah ka doodh peene se pehle aapki choot ko paani pilana hai. Aapki badi chuchiyan mere muh mein hongi, aur main aapko subah ke pehle cum se bhar dunga. Control? Bhabhi… aapki nangi body dekh ke mera lund control nahi hota. Who sirf aapki choot mein ghusna jaanta hai.”
“I won’t let you sleep, Bhabhi. I’ll open your legs, lie between them and put my cock straight inside. I’ll start fucking your pussy while you’re still asleep. By the time you open your eyes, my cock will be up to your stomach. I’ll say in your ear — before drinking morning milk I have to water your pussy. Your big boobs will be in my mouth, and I’ll fill you with cum before morning. Control? Bhabhi… looking at your naked body my cock doesn’t stay in control. It only knows how to go inside your pussy.”
 
He kept fucking her harder with every scenario she painted. His cock felt thicker, hotter, more swollen inside her. The wet, slapping, squelching sounds of their joined bodies filled the bedroom. Simran’s forced-open pussy was being used without mercy, her clit rubbed continuously, her breast squeezed and milked, her mouth repeatedly claimed in messy kisses between the filthy words.
 
She had started the dirty talk to make him cum faster.
 
Instead, every scene she described only made him fuck her deeper and harder, turning her own words into fuel for the thick cock that kept claiming her from below.