[doodhwale_bhaiya]

And then he gave one long, powerful, continuous stroke.
 
The entire thick length sank into her.
 
Centimetre by centimetre the heavy, veiny shaft disappeared inside her used, still-sensitive cunt. Her walls were forced wide open around the massive girth. The fat head dragged deep until it pressed firmly against her cervix. Simran’s muffled scream vibrated against his mouth — extremely loud, raw, and broken — but not a single clear word escaped. Her body arched hard against him. Her heavy breasts smashed against his chest. Milk smeared between them.
 
Bhola’s left hand slid under her body, palm rough and large, and locked onto the full, soft globe of her ass. He squeezed hard, fingers sinking into the plush flesh, using the grip to keep her hips exactly where he wanted them. Then he began to fuck her.
 
Slow.
 
Long.
 
Deep.
 
He pulled back until only the thick ridge of the head stretched her entrance, the shaft glistening with their mixed fluids, then pushed forward again in one continuous, powerful stroke that buried every inch inside her. The wet, filthy sound of her pussy taking him filled the quiet bedroom — a thick, slow *schlick* each time he bottomed out. Her swollen lips clung to him on every withdrawal, reluctant to let the heavy cock leave.
 
Simran’s moans stayed loud and pained at first, each one swallowed by his relentless kiss. Her tongue tried to push his away; her body trembled with the overwhelming stretch. But Bhola kept the same merciless rhythm — long, deliberate strokes that dragged the fat head all the way from her entrance to the deepest point inside her and back again. Every thrust made her heavy breasts shift and leak against his chest. The silver waist chain pressed into both of their stomachs. Her leg stayed dbangd over his waist, keeping her open.
 
Gradually the quality of her sounds changed.
 
The sharp edge of pain began to blur. Her muffled cries grew wetter, deeper, more broken. Her tongue stopped fighting his and started moving with it — slow, slurping strokes, tasting him, answering the kiss. She began to suck on his tongue the same way he had sucked milk from her breasts earlier. Her hips gave the smallest, unconscious push back to meet his next long thrust. Her pussy, still raw and oversensitive from the earlier fucking, fluttered and clenched around the thick shaft as it forced her open again and again.
 
Bhola kept kissing her through every stroke, kept his hand locked on her ass, kept feeding her the full length of his cock in those slow, deep, filthy thrusts. The wet sounds grew louder. Milk continued to leak between their chests. Her body, which had tried to resist only minutes earlier, now clung to him, taking every long stroke while her tongue played greedily inside his mouth.
 
He was fucking his sleeping Bhabhi awake — slowly, thoroughly, and without giving her a single clear chance to protest.
 
Bhola kept the same slow, deep rhythm for several more minutes. Long, deliberate strokes that dragged the thick, veiny shaft almost all the way out before pushing every heavy inch back inside her. Simran’s pussy made wet, filthy sounds around him — a continuous soft *schlick… schlick…* as her swollen lips clung to the dark cock on every withdrawal. Her muffled moans had lost the sharp edge of pain. They were lower now, wetter, broken with growing pleasure. Her tongue had stopped fighting and was moving lazily against his.
 
Only then did Bhola break the kiss.
 
He pulled his mouth away from hers with a wet sound and immediately dropped his head to her chest. He latched onto her left breast, taking as much of the soft, heavy flesh as he could into his mouth, and began sucking hard. Milk flooded his tongue at once. He drank in long, greedy pulls while his hips continued their slow, deep thrusts.
 
Simran’s voice came out shaky and breathless against the top of his head.
 
“Bhola… tu… aaahhh… mujhe rest bhi nahi lene deta… hamesha… aaahhh… hamesha chodta rehta hai… main teri biwi nahi hoon… aaahhh… itna… itna mat kar…”
“Bhola… you… aaahhh… you don’t even let me rest… always… aaahhh… you keep fucking me… I’m not your wife… aaahhh… don’t… don’t do so much…”
 
Bhola didn’t release her nipple. He spoke around the soft flesh filling his mouth, the words muffled and thick with milk.
 
“Main apni Bhabhi ko chodna bahut pasand karta hoon… aap itni sexy ho… itni garam… main sirf aapke doodh ke liye aaya tha… aapko light feel karane… lekin aapki body dekh ke… aapki choot dekh ke… mera lund khada ho gaya… control nahi hua…”
“I love fucking my Bhabhi… you are so sexy… so hot… I had only come for your milk… to make you feel light… but seeing your body… seeing your pussy… my cock got hard… I couldn’t control…”
 
He switched to the right breast and sucked even harder, drawing thick streams of warm milk while his cock kept sinking into her in those long, steady strokes. His left hand remained locked on her ass, squeezing the soft globe, holding her open for every thrust.
 
Simran’s hips began to move with him despite her words. Her voice cracked.
 
“Tu… aaahhh… itna cum meri choot mein nahi daal sakta… har baar… itna… aaahhh… mat daal wahan… muh mein daal… main bhooki hoon… muh mein jhad… please…”
“You… aaahhh… you can’t put so much cum in my pussy… every time… so much… aaahhh… don’t put it there… put it in my mouth… I’m hungry… cum in my mouth… please…”
 
Bhola lifted his mouth from her breast just long enough to answer, a thin string of milk connecting his lower lip to her shiny nipple.
 
“Haan, Bhabhi… theek hai. Muh mein hi jhadunga. Lekin pehle aapka doodh peene do.”
“Yes, Bhabhi… okay. I’ll cum in your mouth only. But first let me drink your milk.”
 
The moment the words left him he changed pace.
 
His hips began to move faster, harder, more vigorously. The long strokes became stronger, deeper, the wet sounds louder and filthier as his thick cock pistoned in and out of her flooded pussy. At the same time he attacked her breasts with renewed hunger — sucking one nipple with deep, rhythmic pulls while his hand squeezed and milked the other, forcing more white streams to leak across her chest and onto the sheets. Milk ran down the side of her breast and onto his chin. He swallowed again and again, never fully releasing her.
 
Simran’s moans rose sharply.
 
“Aaaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… zor se… aaahhh… meri choot… aaahhh… itna gehra… aaahhh… doodh… aaahhh… main… aaahhh… aa rahi hoon…!”
 
Her orgasm hit hard. Her pussy clamped down around his thrusting cock in strong, rhythmic pulses, flooding him with fresh, clear juice that mixed with the earlier cum still inside her. Her back arched. Her heavy breasts pushed deeper into his sucking mouth. Loud, broken, filthy sounds spilled from her lips.
 
“Haan… aaahhh… chod… apni Bhabhi ki choot… aaahhh… doodh pi… aaahhh… lund… itna mota… aaahhh… andar…!”
 
Bhola fucked her through the entire orgasm without slowing, hips slamming harder now, the thick shaft making wet, slapping sounds against her. He kept sucking, switching breasts whenever one began to slow, determined to empty as much milk as possible while her cunt spasmed around him.
 
When her climax finally began to ebb he pulled out of her with a wet, filthy sound. A thick mixture of his earlier cum and her fresh juices poured out of her open pussy and ran down her thighs. Before she could even catch her breath he moved up her body, straddled her chest, and pushed the glistening, dark cock toward her mouth.
 
Simran’s hands came up instinctively.
 
Bhola caught both wrists in one large hand and pinned them firmly above her head against the mattress. His other hand gripped her jaw, holding her mouth open. He pushed the thick, cum-smeared head past her lips and into her mouth.
 
“Pi lo, Bhabhi. Sab.”
“Drink it, Bhabhi. All of it.”
 
He began to thrust shallowly between her lips, the fat head rubbing over her tongue. Within seconds his cock swelled and pulsed. Thick, heavy ropes of cum erupted straight into her mouth. He kept her head still, wrists pinned, forcing her to take every spurt. Wave after wave of hot, dense cum flooded her tongue and throat. Some spilled from the corners of her mouth and ran down her cheeks onto her breasts, but he did not pull back. He kept the cock head inside, rocking gently, making sure she swallowed.
 
“Niglo… poora… ek boond mat giraana…”
“Swallow… all of it… don’t spill a single drop…”