[doodhwale_bhaiya]

“Kya main… touch kar sakti hoon?”
“Can I… touch?”
 
Bhola didn’t answer. He just stood there, confused and shy, breathing fast.
 
Simran didn’t wait for words. She reached forward slowly, her small, milky-white hand looking tiny against the dark, monstrous cock. She ran her fingertips gently along the underside from base to head, feeling the heat, the throbbing veins, the impossible girth. The contrast was mesmerising — her soft, pale skin against the thick, dark shaft. She wrapped her fingers around it as best she could, but they didn’t even meet. It was too thick.
 
Her mind was spinning with filthy thoughts:
 
This is so big… so heavy… so strong… I want to tame it. I want to make it mine. I want to ride this monster every single night. I want it stretching me open while Bhola sucks my tits at the same time. Look at those veins… he must be in so much pain staying this hard all the time. How can I give him relief? How can I make this beautiful monster feel good?
 
She looked up at him again, voice soft and shaky.
 
“Bhola… main kya kar sakti hoon madad ke liye?”
“Bhola… what can I do to help?”
 
Bhola shifted uncomfortably, still not understanding the full weight of her words.
 
“Kuch nahi, Bhabhi… yeh apne aap chala jayega. Hamesha jaata hai.”
“Nothing, Bhabhi… it will go away on its own. It always does.”
 
Simran’s eyes widened.
 
“Yahan zyada sensation nahi hota?”
“You don’t feel much sensation here?” she asked, gently squeezing the thick shaft.
 
Bhola shook his head, looking almost apologetic.
 
“Main zyada feel nahi karta, Bhabhi. Mujhe asal mein aata-jaata feel nahi hota. Maaf karna.”
“I don’t feel much, Bhabhi. I don’t really feel it coming and going. I’m sorry.”
 
Simran’s mind reeled.
 
He doesn’t feel it? That means… this huge, beautiful cock is basically only for others to enjoy? Not even for him? He can stay hard for hours… maybe even fuck for hours without cumming too fast…
 
The realisation hit her like a drug. A dark, delicious thrill ran through her body. Her pussy clenched again, leaking fresh slick down her thighs.
 
She opened her mouth to say something — anything — when the doorbell rang sharply through the house.
 
Ravi was back.
 
Simran’s eyes widened in panic. She quickly stood up, but before she could move away, she leaned forward one last time. She pressed her cheek and nose against the hot, throbbing length of his cock, inhaling deeply — the musky, masculine scent mixed with the faint sweetness of his precum. She closed her eyes for one long second, breathing him in like she was memorising it.
 
Then she pulled back, smiled up at him with flushed cheeks, and whispered:
 
“Aaj tum mujhe mera hissa dena bhool gaye…”
“You forgot to feed me my share today…”
 
She straightened her shirt, turned, and hurried toward the main door, completely forgetting she was still in her super-short white shorts and loose open shirt — no bra, nipples clearly visible through the fabric, shorts riding high on her thighs, the crotch dark with her arousal.
 
She opened the main door for Ravi, her heart pounding, body still humming from everything that had just happened.
 
Simran’s legs were still shaky as she had walked to the main door, her heart racing from everything that had just happened in Bhola’s room. She opened it with what she hoped was a normal smile, and Ravi stepped inside, briefcase in hand, looking tired but happy to be home.
 
The moment his eyes landed on her, they widened.
 
“Simran… wow,” he said, stopping in the doorway and taking her in from head to toe. “You are looking… something else tonight.”
 
She was still in the loose white short and matching loose shirt she had thrown on earlier. The shorts rode high on her creamy thighs, the hem barely covering the lower curve of her ass. The shirt hung open at the top two buttons, giving a dangerous glimpse of her deep cleavage and the soft inner swells of her heavy breasts. Her nipples were still stiff and slightly visible through the thin fabric, and the faint damp spots from her leaking milk were just noticeable if someone looked closely. Her hair was messy from the earlier activities, cheeks still flushed, lips slightly swollen. She looked like a woman who had just been thoroughly used — which, in a way, she had.
 
She laughed lightly, trying to play it off.
 
“I just came downstairs looking for you. There you rang the bell at the perfect time.”
 
Ravi stepped inside, still staring at her legs and the way the shirt clung to her curves.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

“Where’s Bhola?” he asked casually, setting his bag down.
 
Simran shrugged, keeping her voice steady.
 
“He’s somewhere around. I don’t know… probably in the kitchen or his room. I haven’t seen him”, she was surprised at her openly lying to her husband. Her heart skipped a beat.
 
Ravi nodded, too tired to think much of it, and they both headed upstairs together. Simran walked a step ahead, very aware of how her ass moved in the short shorts and how the shirt shifted with every step, threatening to reveal more.
 
Bhola was still in his room, his heart was pounding like a rabbit as Simran had just walked outside with his dick in his hands. The massive erection in his pants refused to go down even slightly. The powder had dulled the sensation, but the visual and emotional overload from what had just happened with Simran had kept him painfully hard. He quickly pulled his dick upward, tucking the thick shaft against his lower belly, then grabbed a long, loose kurta from his cupboard and wore it over his pants. The hem hung low enough to completely hide the obscene bulge. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself, and went back to the kitchen to finish cleaning up, his mind still replaying the feeling of Simran’s soft lips brushing against his cock.
 
Upstairs, Ravi dropped onto the bed with a tired sigh and looked at Simran again as she moved around the room.
 
“Simran, seriously… you are wearing such scandalously sexy clothes today,” he said with a playful grin. “Men would die just looking at you like this.”
 
She turned toward him, smiling teasingly, and gave a little spin that made the shorts ride up even higher on her thighs.
 
“Don’t worry… no men will see me to die,” she replied, her voice light and playful.
 
Ravi raised an eyebrow, still grinning.
 
“Really? What about Bhola?”
 
Simran’s heart skipped, but she kept her tone casual and confident.
 
“Ravi, he is family. Don’t worry about him.”
 
Ravi chuckled and pulled her closer, kissing her forehead.
 
“Of course I never do. He’s like a younger brother to us”, Simran just felt awkward and a bitter taste with that word Brother.
 
He leaned back against the headboard and asked, “Anyway, how was your day?”
 
Simran quickly deflected, not wanting to linger on anything that might make her blush.
 
“Forget about me. How was your day?”
 
Ravi’s face lit up a little as he started talking.
 
“Actually, it was pretty good. I closed a new deal with a Bangalore-based company. They want us to integrate AI into their gaming and digital magazine platforms — smart recommendation engines, personalised content, that kind of thing. It’s a big project. I have to fly to Bangalore tomorrow morning for the first meeting. I’ll be back the next day morning, hopefully.”
 
Simran nodded, trying to look interested while her mind was still downstairs, replaying every second of what had happened with Bhola. Her nipples were still tingling, her pussy still wet, and the taste of her own milk from his mouth lingered faintly on her tongue.
 
She smiled at Ravi and said softly, “That sounds important. You should rest well tonight.”
 
But inside, her thoughts were already drifting back to the servant’s room and the monster she had finally seen.
 
Simran slipped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her with a soft click. The moment she was alone, she leaned against the sink for a second, trying to steady her breathing. Her body was still humming from everything that had happened downstairs — the taste of her own milk on Bhola’s lips, the sight of his monstrous cock, the way it had slapped against her mouth and chin. She could still feel the heat of it against her skin.
 
She quickly lowered her loose white shorts and the soaked white panty in one motion, letting them pool around her ankles. Her pussy was completely exposed now — plump, puffy outer lips glistening with her arousal, the inner folds a deeper, wetter pink, slightly parted and shining. Her clit was swollen and erect, peeking out from its hood, throbbing visibly with every heartbeat. A thin string of her slick hung from her entrance, stretching downward before breaking and dripping onto the floor.
 
She sat down on the toilet seat, thighs spread, and let go.
 
The moment the warm piss started flowing, a sharp, unexpected shiver ran through her entire body. The stream was strong and steady, hissing against the porcelain, the heat of it cascading over her swollen clit and sensitive inner lips. The sensation was immediate and overwhelming — hot liquid rushing over already hypersensitive flesh, teasing every nerve ending, making her gasp and tremble. Her pussy clenched involuntarily around nothing, sending fresh sparks up her spine. Goosebumps exploded across her arms, thighs, and the undersides of her heavy breasts.
 
She looked incredibly sexy like this — sitting on the toilet with her shorts and panty around her ankles, legs spread wide, head tilted back, lips parted in a soft, surprised moan. Her milky-white skin glowed under the bathroom light, her heavy breasts rising and falling with each shaky breath, dark nipples still stiff and leaking tiny drops of milk that rolled down the curves. Her pussy was on full display — plump, dripping, the pink folds glistening with a mixture of her piss and arousal. The way her thighs trembled, the way her belly tightened with every pulse of pleasure, the way her toes curled against the floor — she looked like a woman lost in the most forbidden kind of ecstasy.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

She thought of Bhola’s cock again.
 
God… how huge it was. That thick, dark monster… so veiny, so heavy… I could still smell it when I pressed my face against it. That musky, masculine scent mixed with his precum… I wanted to taste it so badly. I wanted to wrap my lips around that fat head and feel it stretch my mouth open. I wanted it inside me. Deep. Hard. Filling me completely while he sucked my tits at the same time.
 
She tried to stop the thoughts.
 
She knew the dopamine was flooding her brain like sugar — the same way people eat ice cream too fast, desperate to make the sweetness last longer, only to finish it quicker. She tried to slow down, to push the filthy images away, but they kept coming back stronger. Her pussy clenched again as the last drops of piss trickled out, and she shivered with another wave of unknown joy.
 
She wiped herself slowly, almost caressingly, the toilet paper dragging over her swollen clit and making her bite her lip. Then she stood up, pulled her shorts and panty back up (the panty immediately soaking through again), and stepped out of the bathroom.
 
Ravi was already in the bedroom, taking off his watch.
 
“I’m going to take a quick bath,” he said, smiling at her.
 
Simran nodded, still a little dazed.
 
“I’ll go downstairs and ask Bhola to lay the table once dinner is ready.”
 
She went downstairs, her legs still slightly unsteady. The moment she stepped into the kitchen, she saw Bhola standing near the counter, arranging some plates. Without thinking, she walked straight up to him, reached out, and lifted the front of his kurta with one hand, exposing the crotch area of his pants.
 
The monster was still there — fully erect, straining obscenely against the fabric, the thick outline clearly visible, the head pushing hard against the waistband. A large wet spot of precum had soaked through.
 
Simran made a small concave with her left hand and gently pressed it against the bulge, feeling the incredible heat and hardness. She lifted it slightly upward, testing its weight, feeling how it throbbed against her palm.
 
Bhola tried to step back, but he was already pressed against the kitchen slab behind him. He looked at her with wide, surprised eyes.
 
Simran whispered, almost in awe:
“Ye kitna hard hai, Bhola…”
“It’s still so hard, Bhola…”
 
He swallowed, voice low.
 
“Ji Bhabhi… ye do ghanta baad hi jayega.”
“Yes, Bhabhi… it will go away after two hours only.”
 
Simran’s eyes darkened with lust and concern.
 
“Chinta mat karo…main kuch ahl nikalti hun.”
“Don’t worry… I will find a solution.”
 
She gripped the thick shaft through his pants for a moment — her small hand barely able to wrap around half of it — then released it with a shaky breath.
 
“”Table taiyaar kardo aur dinner ki taiyaari bhi,”
“Lay the table and prepare everything for dinner,” she said softly, stepping back.
 
Bhola nodded quickly, adjusting his kurta to hide the massive erection as best as he could.
 
Simran turned: her mind spinning with the feel of his cock still burning against her palm.
 
Simran stood in the kitchen, still flushed and breathing a little too fast after everything that had happened in Bhola’s room. Her loose shirt was slightly crooked, the top buttons still open, and the faint damp spots over her nipples were visible if anyone looked closely. She glanced toward the stairs, making sure Ravi was still upstairs, then turned to Bhola who was standing near the counter, trying to compose himself after the intense moment they had just shared.
 
She stepped closer, voice low and hurried.
 
“Bhola…aaj raat kisi tarah manage karo. Kal se, main zaroor kuch karungi. Vada karti hun.”
“Bhola… manage somehow tonight. From tomorrow, I will do something. I promise.”
 
Bhola nodded quietly, his eyes dark but respectful. He didn’t argue. He simply accepted her words with the same calm loyalty he always showed.
 
Simran gave him one last lingering look, then turned and walked upstairs, her loose shorts riding high on her thighs with every step.
 
When she entered the bedroom, Ravi was already out of the shower. He stood near the bed in just a towel around his waist, pulling clothes from the wardrobe and folding them neatly into his travel bag. He looked tired but focused, the way he always did before an important trip.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Simran walked over and immediately started helping him. She took a couple of shirts from his hands, folded them properly, and placed them inside the bag.
 
“You’re packing already?” she asked softly.
 
Ravi nodded. “Flight is at 7:30 AM. I need to leave the house by 5:00 to reach the airport on time. Traffic can be unpredictable.”
 
Simran helped him arrange his laptop charger, documents, and a spare formal shirt.
 
“Then you have to wake up very early,” she said, trying to sound normal. “Should I set an alarm for you?”
 
Ravi smiled and kissed her forehead.
 
“Don’t worry. I’ll set it. But yes, I’ll need to leave around 5.”
 
They worked together in comfortable silence for the next thirty minutes, folding clothes, checking if he had everything he needed. When the bag was finally zipped, Ravi looked at her.
 
“Should we ask for dinner now? I’m getting hungry.”
 
Simran nodded. “I’ll go down and tell Bhola to serve it.”
 
They had a quiet dinner at the dining table — simple dal, roti, sabzi, and curd that Bhola had prepared. Ravi ate quickly, still thinking about the meeting the next day. Simran tried to focus on the food, but her mind kept drifting downstairs to Bhola and everything that had happened earlier. Her breasts felt heavy again, her pussy still faintly throbbing from the earlier denial and the memory of his massive cock.
 
After dinner, as Bhola cleared the table, Ravi looked at him.
 
“Bhola, be ready by 5:30 tomorrow morning. You’ll have to drive me to the airport.”
 
Bhola nodded without hesitation.
 
“Koi baat nehi Sahib. Main sab kuch taiyaar kar dunga 5 baje tak. Aapke breakfast ke liye kuch pack bhi kar du?”
“No problem, Sahib. I will make everything ready by 5. Will you carry something for breakfast?”
 
Ravi shook his head.
 
“Zarurat nehi. Flight mein hi mil jayega.”
“No need. It will be catered for in the flight.”
 
Simran, who had been quiet, finally spoke up.
 
“Jasleen and Rajiv (her husband) will be there in Bangalore. Will you get time to meet them? Should I inform them?”
 
Ravi thought for a moment.
 
“Let me finish my meeting first. Let’s see. If I’m able to take out some time, then it’s better to inform them. Otherwise they will feel bad that I came to Bangalore and left without meeting them.”
 
Simran nodded.
 
“True.”
 
 
After dinner, the house settled into its usual quiet rhythm. Ravi went upstairs early to sleep, wanting to be fresh for the early flight. Simran stayed downstairs for a while, pretending to watch something on TV, but her mind was elsewhere.
 
She didn’t go to Bhola again that night.
 
She was too excited — almost nervous — about the next day. Tomorrow Ravi would be gone for at least one full night. The house would be empty except for her and Bhola. No one to hide from. No footsteps on the stairs to fear. The thought made her heart race and her body heat up all over again. She could already imagine the possibilities — being able to let Bhola suck her freely, without rushing, without the constant fear of being caught.
 
She went upstairs around 11:30 PM, changed into her nightie, and slipped into bed beside Ravi. He was already asleep. She lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, her hand resting lightly on her lower belly as her mind played out filthy scenarios for the next day.
 
She didn’t go down to get milked again that night.
 
She wanted to save it. She wanted to be full and aching for Bhola tomorrow when the house was finally theirs.
 
Sleep came slowly, filled with anticipation and dark excitement.
 
The alarm went off at 4:45 AM. Ravi got up quickly, showered, and came downstairs dressed in his travel clothes. Bhola was already waiting, car keys in hand, the car parked outside and ready.
 
Simran came down a few minutes later in her nightie, still sleepy but trying to look awake. She gave Ravi a quick hug and kiss.
 
“Safe flight. Call me when you reach.”
 
Ravi smiled, gave her a tight hug, and walked out with Bhola.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Bhola opened the car door for him, loaded the bag in the trunk, and got into the driver’s seat. The car pulled away from the house as the first light of dawn touched the sky.
 
Simran stood at the door, watching the taillights disappear down the street.
 
The house was now completely empty except for her and the man who had been waiting downstairs.
 
She closed the door slowly, heart beating faster.
 
The real day was about to begin.
 
Simran stood at the main door, watching the car slowly pull away down the driveway. Ravi waved from the passenger seat, and she waved back with a small, forced smile. Bhola was in the driver’s seat, his silhouette visible through the window, and she felt a strange flutter in her belly as the car turned the corner and disappeared from sight.
 
She closed the door softly and leaned against it for a long moment, the house suddenly feeling much larger and quieter than it had just minutes ago. The silence pressed in on her. She walked back upstairs slowly, her bare feet quiet on the steps, and slipped back into the bedroom.
 
She lay down on the bed, pulling the sheet over herself, hoping to catch a little more sleep before the day truly began. But sleep refused to come.
 
The moment her head touched the pillow, her mind betrayed her. It went straight back to Bhola’s room. To the moment his pants came down. To the sight of that huge, magnificent cock that had been hidden between his legs all this while — dangling invisibly, waiting, heavy and thick even when soft.
 
She could see it so clearly in her memory: dark, thick as her wrist, heavily veined, the swollen head glistening with a bead of precum. The way it had sprung free with such force, slapping heavily against her chin and open mouth. The way it had looked so powerful, so aggressive, so much bigger than anything she had ever imagined. The heavy balls hanging low beneath it, full and pendulous, swaying slightly with his heartbeat.
 
How is something like that even possible? she thought, turning onto her side and pressing her thighs together.
 
All these days he has been sucking my tits, carrying me, holding me… and that monster was there, hanging between his legs, hidden, waiting. How did I never notice how big it was?
 
The words Bhola had said kept ringing in her ears like a dangerous promise:
 
“It will go after 2 hours or so…”
 
Two hours. That massive thing stayed hard for two whole hours. The thought made her pussy clench hard. She imagined him walking around the house with that heavy erection, the thick shaft swinging heavily in his pants, leaking precum, waiting for her. She imagined touching it again, feeling its heat, its weight, its impossible girth in her small hand.
 
How do I tame it? How do I even begin to handle something like that? It’s so big… it would stretch me open so wide. Would it even fit? Would it hurt? Or would it feel so good I lose my mind? I want to love it. I want to worship it. I want to make it mine. I want to ride this monster while he sucks my tits at the same time. I want to feel it stretching me open, filling me completely.
 
The fear and fascination mixed together in a dangerous cocktail.
 
What if it hurts? What if it doesn’t fit? What if I can’t take all of it? But… what if I can? What if I let him fuck me with that monster while he drinks from my breasts? What if he breeds me with it?
 
She squeezed her thighs tighter, trying to fight the growing need, but her hand unconsciously slid down her body, resting on her lower belly, fingers twitching with the urge to touch herself.
 
She was terrified.
 
She was exhilarated.
 
She was completely obsessed.
 
And sleep remained far, far away.
 
The house was quiet.
 
Ravi was gone.
 
Gone for the night.
 
Simran turned onto her stomach, pressing her aching breasts into the mattress, trying to smother the need. But it only made it worse. Her mind kept going back to that moment — the way the cock had sprung free, the way it had slapped against her face, the way it had looked so dark and powerful against her fair skin.
 
She was afraid of how much she wanted it.
 
She was afraid of how badly she needed to feel it.
 
She was afraid of what it would do to her marriage if she let herself have it.
 
But the desire was winning.
 
She lay there for a long time, unable to sleep, her body hot and restless, her mind replaying the sight and scent of Bhola’s magnificent cock again and again.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Simran lay on her back in the middle of the large bed, the soft mattress cradling her body as the morning light filtered through the curtains. She was wearing the nightie. The hem had ridden up high on her creamy thighs, barely covering the lower curve of her plump ass cheeks. Her dark nipples pressed visibly against the thin fabric, two faint damp circles already forming where fresh milk was slowly leaking.
 
She looked incredibly sexy — dripping with raw, unfiltered sex.
 
Her long dark hair was spread messily across the pillow, a few strands clinging to her flushed cheeks. Her lips were slightly parted, still swollen from earlier, and her chest rose and fell with quick, shallow breaths. The way her heavy breasts strained against the shirt, the way her thick, milky-white thighs pressed together restlessly, the way her hips shifted every few seconds as if seeking friction — everything about her screamed pure, aching need. A thin sheen of sweat made her skin glow, and the unmistakable scent of her arousal lingered faintly in the air around her.
 
She was fighting her inner turmoils with everything she had.
 
What if anyone finds out? The thought hit her like a cold wave.
 
Ravi would be devastated. He trusts me completely. If he ever knew that I let Bhola suck my tits… that I came on his mouth… that I tasted my own milk from his lips… he would never forgive me. I’m destroying everything. I’m a terrible wife.
 
But her inner demon was stronger today.
 
It immediately flooded her mind with the image of Bhola’s massive cock — that dark, thick, veiny monster that had sprung free and slapped heavily against her face. She could see it so clearly: the way it hung heavy and long, thicker than her wrist, the fat head glistening, the heavy balls swaying below. The masculine scent of it still lingered in her memory — musky, potent, intoxicating. Her pussy clenched hard at the thought, a fresh gush of slick soaking into her panty.
 
The demon whispered hotly:
 
Look at what you have. That huge, powerful cock was right in front of you. You felt its heat. You smelled its aroma. You want it so badly. Stop worrying about Ravi. Stop pretending you’re a good little wife. You’re a woman with needs. And Bhola can give you everything you crave. Let him fuck you with that monster while he sucks your tits dry. Let him breed you. You know you want it.
 
Simran squeezed her thighs together tightly, trying to fight the growing ache. Her hand unconsciously slid down her belly, stopping just above the waistband of her panty. She could feel how wet she was, how her clit throbbed with every heartbeat. Her breasts felt heavier than ever, milk leaking steadily now, the wet spots on her shirt growing larger and more obvious.
 
She turned onto her side, pressing her face into the pillow, trying to push the filthy images away.
 
This is wrong… I can’t keep doing this…
 
But the demon laughed softly in her head and showed her the image again — Bhola’s gigantic cock, thick, veiny, and throbbing, pointing straight at her open mouth.
 
Her pussy throbbed harder. She whimpered quietly into the pillow, her body betraying her completely.
 
She was dripping with sex — physically and mentally — lying there in her loose clothes, fighting a losing battle against the overwhelming desire that had taken root inside her.
 
Simran sat up on the bed, her body still heavy with the afterglow of everything that had happened downstairs. Bhola had not yet returned from driving Ravi to the airport, and the house felt strangely empty and full of possibility at the same time.
 
She didn’t hesitate.
 
She stood up right there beside the bed and peeled off her nightie in one fluid motion. The fabric whispered down her body and pooled at her feet, leaving her completely naked in the soft morning light. Her skin was still slightly flushed from earlier, a faint sheen of sweat and arousal making her glow. Her heavy breasts hung full and ripe, the dark nipples stiff and leaking slow, glistening trails of milk that ran down the smooth curves and dripped from the tips. Her belly was soft and feminine, the deep navel catching a tiny bead of sweat. Below that, her pussy was visibly swollen and wet — the plump outer lips puffy and glistening, the inner folds a deeper pink, slick with her juices. Her clit peeked out, swollen and sensitive. Her ass looked even more delicious from the side — round, firm, heart-shaped perfection that jiggled softly as she moved.
 
She looked extremely delicious. Ready to eat. Like a ripe, fertile fruit waiting to be devoured.
 
Simran stretched her arms high above her head, rising onto her tiptoes, her back arching naturally. Her breasts lifted with the motion, nipples pointing upward, milk beading even more at the tips. The stretch made her belly tighten and her ass cheeks clench, the movement accentuating every curve of her body. She let out a soft, satisfied sigh, then tip-toed gracefully toward the bathroom, completely naked, her hips swaying with each step.
 
She closed the bathroom door behind her and turned on the shower. Warm water cascaded over her body. She stood under the spray, humming a soft, absent-minded tune, letting the water run down her neck, between her heavy breasts, over her soft belly, and between her thighs. The water mixed with the milk leaking from her nipples and the slick dripping from her pussy, creating rivulets that ran down her legs.
 
After about fifteen minutes, while she was still humming and rinsing her hair, there was a soft knock on the bathroom door. The door, which she hadn’t locked properly, clicked open slightly.
 
Bhola’s voice came through the gap.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

 
“Bhabhi…”
 
Simran turned off the water and wrapped a towel around herself quickly.
“Yes, Bhola? What happened?”
 
He spoke calmly from the other side of the slightly open door.
 
“Bhabhi… aapke chuchiyon ko choosne ka time ho gaya hai.”
“Bhabhi… it’s time to suck your boobs.”
 
Simran’s breath caught. She smiled to herself, a mix of surprise and amusement.
 
“Pata hai,” she called back, voice slightly husky. “Tum neeche jao. Main ek minute mein aa jaungi.”
“I know,” she called back, voice slightly husky. “You go downstairs. I’ll come in a minute.”
 
Bhola’s footsteps retreated down the corridor.
 
Simran stood under the shower a little longer, letting the water beat against her skin. She thought to herself:
 
This guy openly asks me to suck my boobs like it’s the most normal thing in the world. I have to tell him to be careful when someone might be around. But… God, the way he says it so innocently… it makes me wet every single time.
 
She smiled to herself, turned off the shower, and stepped out.
 
She dried herself slowly, then walked back into the bedroom still naked. She chose something deliberately sexy and easy for Bhola to access: a beach-type kameez in soft coral pink — extremely low-cut, with only thin strings for shoulders and a plunging neckline that showed a massive amount of her sexy cleavage. The side cuts went all the way up to her upper waist, making her side boobs easily visible and accessible. The kameez ended high on her thighs, barely covering her ass. Underneath she wore only a tiny red thong, the waistband deliberately visible whenever she moved. Her hair was left dishevelled and slightly damp, falling in messy waves around her shoulders.
 
She looked very sexy — dangerously so. The outfit screamed availability. Her target was clear: make Bhola’s hardness go away through some means, whatever it took.
 
She sat down on the edge of the bed and picked up her phone, starting to search online: “how to relieve persistent erection” and “what to do when a man stays hard for hours”.
 
Her mind was already racing ahead.
 
Simran was still sitting on the edge of the bed, phone in hand, when she heard Bhola’s footsteps on the stairs. She quickly locked the screen and placed the phone aside just as he appeared at the open door, holding a glass of warm milk mixed with the usual Jeevdhatu powder.
 
“Bhabhi, ye lijiye,” he said softly, stepping inside. “Doodh pi lijiye… aur mujhe bhi peene dijiye.”
“Bhabhi, take this,” he said softly, stepping inside. “Please drink this milk… and let me also drink your milk.”
 
The words were so innocent, so to the point, yet they landed like pure filth in the quiet room. Simran felt a fresh rush of heat between her legs. She couldn’t help but laugh — a soft, surprised, slightly nervous laugh that made her heavy breasts jiggle under the loose shirt.
 
“Bhola… tum sach mein aise bolte ho,” she said, taking the glass from him, her cheeks warm. “Tum mujhse phir se peena chahte ho already?”
“Bhola… you really say it like that,” she said, taking the glass from him, her cheeks warm. “You want to drink from me again already?”
 
Bhola smiled shyly but honestly.
 
“Haan Bhabhi… aapka doodh bahut swadist hai. Main ise roz peeta hoon toh mujhe bahut takat milti hai. Aapki chuchiyan itni bhari hui rehti hain… main unhe khali kiye bina chain nahi milta.”
“Yes Bhabhi… your milk is very tasty. I drink it every day so I get a lot of strength. Your boobs stay so full… I don’t feel at peace until I empty them.”
 
Simran took a sip of the milk, her eyes flicking down to the obvious bulge still straining in his pants. She could see the wet spot from his precum had grown larger.
 
“Tumne meri short aur shirt dhone ko de di?”
“You gave my short and shirt for washing?” she asked, trying to change the subject slightly while her mind kept replaying the sight of his massive cock.
 
“Haan Bhabhi,” he replied, standing close. “Woh dono kapde doodh se aur paseene se geele ho gaye the. Main dho deta hoon. Bhabhi… bathroom se nightie aur panty bhi le lu? Main usko bhi saaf kar dunga.”
“Yes Bhabhi,” he replied, standing close. “Those two clothes had become wet with milk and sweat. I will wash them. Bhabhi… should I also take the nightie and panty from the bathroom? I will clean them too.”
 
Simran’s face flushed deeper. She shifted on the bed, feeling the dampness between her thighs.
 
“Panty is not there.”
“Panty Nahi hai waha,” she said quietly.
 
Bhola went to the bathroom and picked up the nightie but couldn’t find the panty; looked confused for a few seconds, then his expression cleared.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

“Ohh… aapne panty nahi pehni thi?” he asked, voice still completely innocent but the words themselves filthy in context. “Garmi bahut hai na? Main samajh sakta hun, Bhabhi. Aapki chuchiyan itni bhari hui rehti hain, pura sharir garam ho jata hoga.”
“Ohh… you didn’t wear any panty?” he asked, voice still completely innocent but the words themselves filthy in context. “It’s very hot, right? I can understand, Bhabhi. Your boobs stay so full, your whole body must get hot.”
 
Simran’s pussy throbbed at his casual words. She pressed her thighs together, trying to hide how wet she was getting again.
 
“You go downstairs,” she said, voice a little shaky. “I’ll come after drinking the milk.”
“Tum niche jao,” she said, voice a little shaky. “Main doodh peeke aati hun.”
 
Bhola nodded, but before he turned to leave, he gave her one last look — his eyes flicking to the wet spots on her shirt over her nipples.
 
“Jaldi se pi lijiye, Bhabhi,” he added softly.
“Hurry up and drink it, Bhabhi,” he added softly.

He put his hands under her boobs slightly and flicked them upwards lsightly and said,
 
“Aapki chuchiyan bahut full lag rahi hain. Kal raat ko aapne peene nehi diya na, isliye abhi full ho gayi hai. Aap jaldi aajaiye… main turant dono ko achhe se khaali kar dunga.”
“Your boobs look very full. You didn’t let me drink last night, right? That’s why they are so full now. Come quickly… I will empty both of them properly right away.”
 
Simran’s breath hitched. She could only nod, unable to form a reply as he finally turned and went downstairs.
 
She sat there for a moment longer, glass in hand, mind spinning with his filthy-yet-innocent words. The way he talked about her breasts so openly, so naturally, made her feel both embarrassed and unbearably aroused.
 
She took a long sip of the milk, her free hand unconsciously moving to cup one of her heavy breasts through the shirt, feeling how full and tender they still were.
 
Simran finished the glass of milk Bhola had brought her, the warm liquid sliding down her throat while her mind was still spinning from everything that had happened downstairs. She placed the empty glass on the bedside table, wiped her lips with the back of her hand, and called out softly but clearly:
 
“Bhola… saamne ka darwaza bandh kardo aur upar aajao. Meri doodh yahin aake piyo aaj.”
“Bhola… close the front door and come upstairs. Come drink my milk here today.”
 
Her voice carried a quiet authority mixed with something darker — a clear invitation to her own bedroom, the same place where it had all started on that fateful stormy night when the breast pump got stuck. This was only the second time she was calling him into the marital bed.
 
Bhola appeared at the bedroom door within a minute. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him with a soft click. The moment his eyes landed on Simran, he stopped.
 
She was kneeling on the bed, legs spread wide apart, sitting back on her heels. Her loose white kameez was completely down, bunched at her waist like a forgotten robe. With both hands she cupped her heavy, swollen breasts from below, lifting them up and gently shaking them toward him — an open, shameless invitation. The dark, leaking nipples pointed straight at him, milk already beading at the tips and rolling down the creamy undersides in slow, shiny trails. Her shorts had ridden up high on her thick thighs, the crotch visibly darkened with her arousal. Her hair was messy, cheeks flushed, eyes dark with lust.
 
It was such an erotic, obscene sight — the married woman on her knees in her own bedroom, offering her leaking tits to the servant like a bitch in heat.
 
Bhola’s breath caught. His cock, already half-hard again, twitched visibly in his pants as he stared at her.
 
He started climbing onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress, moving toward her like a man in a trance.
 
Simran’s eyes dropped to his crotch and she suddenly raised one hand.
 
“Ruko.”
“Stop.”
 
Bhola froze on all fours on the bed.
 
She looked him straight in the eyes, voice low but firm.
 
“Tum underwear kyun pehen rakhe ho? Jab tum mere saath akela hote ho, toh zaroorat nahi hai pehenne ki.”
“Why are you wearing underwear? When you are alone with me, you need not wear it.”
 
Bhola looked embarrassed, shifting awkwardly.
 
“Nehi Bhabhi, rehne dijiye…”
“No Bhabhi, it’s okay…”
 
Simran shook her head, her heavy breasts swaying with the movement.
 
“No. Abhi apni pant utaar do. Aur apna underwear bhi utaar do. Tumhara wohh… pareshan karega.”
“No. Take off your pants now. And take off your underwear. Your that thing… will trouble you.”
 
She was too shy to say the word “dick” or “cock,” but the meaning was crystal clear.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Bhola hesitated for a few seconds, cheeks burning. But Simran’s gaze was steady and commanding. Slowly, he stood up on the bed, unbuttoned his pants, and pushed them down to his ankles. He was still wearing his white underwear, the fabric stretched obscenely tight over the massive, thick bulge. The outline of his heavy cock and the fat head was impossible to miss.
 
Simran stared, biting her lower lip.
 
“Haan…Utaaro underwear apna.”
“Yes… take off your underwear.”
 
After a few more seconds of shy hesitation, Bhola hooked his thumbs into the waistband and slowly lowered the underwear down to his ankles.
 
His massive cock sprang free, swinging heavily between his legs like a thick, dark pendulum. It was still soft but already enormous — easily eight inches long even flaccid, thick as Simran’s wrist, with a slight downward curve and heavy, low-hanging balls swinging beneath it. The dark skin, prominent veins, and the fat, bulbous head made it look like a living weapon.
 
Simran’s eyes widened, her mouth parting in awe.
 
She pointed to the chair near the bed.
 
“Dono pant aur underwear utha lo aur wahan chair par rakh do.”
“Pick up both pant and underwear and keep them on the chair there.”
 
Bhola, still confused but obedient, stepped out of his clothes, picked them up, and placed them neatly on the chair.
 
Simran looked at his naked lower body — the thick, heavy cock dangling between his strong thighs — and said softly:
 
“Abhi mere saath ho to koi baat nahi… pant baad mein pehenna.”
“Now that you are with me it’s okay… you can wear the pant later.”
 
Bhola’s cock twitched visibly at her words, starting to thicken and lift even as he stood there.
 
Simran couldn’t take her eyes off it. The sight was mesmerizing — the way it hung heavy and full, the dark skin, the veins, the way it swayed with his slightest movement. She was dripping again, her soaked panty clinging to her swollen pussy lips.
 
She looked up at his face, her voice soft but firm.
 
“Jab tak aise nahi aoge… mera doodh nahi milega.”
“Until you come like this… you won’t get my milk.”
 
She lifted both her heavy breasts with her hands, shaking them gently toward him, the leaking nipples pointing straight at his mouth.
 
“Ab jaldi aao aur piyo.”
“Now come fast and drink.”
 
Bhola’s eyes darkened with hunger. He climbed onto the bed again, moving toward her on his knees, his thick, heavy cock swinging between his legs like a thick, dark snake ready to strike.
 
Bhola crawled onto the bed like a hungry animal, his knees sinking into the mattress as he moved toward her. His huge, soft cock swung heavily between his thick thighs, thick as her wrist even when not hard, the dark shaft swaying and slapping lightly against his balls with every forward movement. The fat head bobbed, still glistening from the precum that had leaked earlier. It looked obscene — a heavy, dark monster hanging low, not yet fully erect but already promising destruction.
 
Simran sat back on her heels, legs spread wide, breathing fast. She watched that swinging cock with wide, hungry eyes, her pussy clenching hard at the sight.
 
He reached her and didn’t waste time. His rough hands hooked under the thin strings of her kameez and yanked them down her shoulders in one rough motion. Both heavy, milk-filled breasts spilled out completely — full, round, and already leaking. Thick white drops rolled down the undersides and dripped from her dark, puffy nipples.
 
“Bhabhi… dekhiye in bade-bade, tapakte hue chuchiyon ko,” Bhola growled low, voice thick with need. “Mere liye itne meethe doodh se bhare hue… aaj main har boond pee jaunga.”
“Bhabhi… look at these big, leaking tits,” Bhola growled low, voice thick with need. “So full of sweet milk for me… I’m going to drink every drop today.”
 
He lowered his head and latched onto her left tit like a starving man. His mouth sealed tight around the nipple and a big chunk of soft flesh, sucking hard and deep. The first powerful pull made milk jet straight into his mouth in thick, creamy streams. Simran threw her head back and moaned loudly, a raw, filthy sound echoing in the bedroom.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… oh fuck… yes…”
 
Each strong suck made her gasp and whimper. Her hands flew to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him harder against her breast even as she tried to stay in control.
 
Bhola sucked like he owned her. Loud, wet, greedy slurps filled the room as he drank. Milk spilled from the corners of his lips, running down his chin and dripping onto her belly. He switched to the right tit without warning, latching on even harder, squeezing the left one roughly with his hand, milking it downward so more milk sprayed out.
 
Simran was losing it.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

“Bhola… thora dheere, baby… itna zor se mat kheench… ahhh fuck… tum itna zor se choos rahe ho…”
“Bhola… try to be gentle, baby… itna zor se mat kheech… ahhh fuck… you’re sucking so hard…”
 
But Bhola didn’t care. He growled against her nipple, the vibration sending shocks straight to her clit.
 
“Gentle? Nahin, Bhabhi… yeh bade-bade, rasile chuchiyan aaj mere hain. Main inhe poora khaali kar dunga. Dekhiye kitna doodh mere liye nikal raha hai… aapki chuchiyon se fuware ki tarah doodh tapak rahi hain.”
“Gentle? No, Bhabhi… these big, juicy tits are mine tonight. I’m going to empty them completely. Look how much milk is coming out for me… your whore tits are leaking milk like fountains.”
 
He sucked a massive mouthful of warm milk from her right breast, cheeks hollowed, then suddenly pulled off with a wet pop. Milk sprayed across his face. He grabbed her by the back of the neck, yanked her forward, and crushed his mouth against hers in a deep, filthy kiss.
 
Simran moaned into his mouth as he pushed the thick, creamy milk straight onto her tongue. She tasted herself — sweet, warm, slightly salty — mixed with his spit. She kissed him back hungrily, sucking the milk from his tongue, swallowing greedily while her hands gripped his shoulders.
 
“Mmmph… fuck, Bhola… mera apna doodh tumhare muh se kitna accha lag raha hai…”
“Mmmph… fuck, Bhola… my own milk tastes so good from your mouth…”
 
He broke the kiss, strings of milk and saliva connecting their lips, and dove straight back to her left tit. He sucked even harder this time, squeezing both breasts roughly, making them spray milk everywhere.
 
“Aur do, Bhabhi… apna doodh aur do,” he mumbled around her nipple, voice muffled and filthy. “Main tab tak peeta rahunga jab tak aapki chuchiyan bilkul khali na ho jaayen… phir main aapko muh mein bhar dunga.”
“More, Bhabhi… give me more of your milk,” he mumbled around her nipple, voice muffled and filthy. “I want to drink till your tits are dry… then I’ll fill your mouth.”
 
Simran was moaning nonstop now, holding his head with both hands, hips grinding uselessly in the air.
 
“Haan… sab pee lo, Bhola… choos lo meri badi-badi milky boobs… inhe aapne liye khali kar do…”
“Yes… drink it all, Bhola… suck my big milky tits… make them empty for you…”
 
He pulled off again, mouth full, and kissed her hard a second time. This time he pushed even more milk into her mouth, making her swallow noisily while his tongue fucked her lips. Simran kissed him back like a desperate slut, moaning and sucking on his tongue, tasting herself on him.
 
When he finally broke away, both of them were breathing hard, lips shiny with milk and spit.
 
Bhola looked down at her flushed face, his heavy cock now starting to thicken and lift between his legs.
 
“Aur chahiye, Bhabhi?” he asked, voice rough. “Aapki chuchiyon mein mere liye abhi bhi bahut saara baaki hai…”
“More, Bhabhi?” he asked, voice rough. “Your tits still have so much left for me…”
 
Simran could only nod, eyes glassy with lust, already lifting her leaking breasts toward his mouth again.
 
Simran cried out in pure ecstasy, her back arching sharply as Bhola sucked her tit like a savage animal. Her voice broke into loud, shameless moans that filled the sunlit bedroom.
 
“Bhola… kya ho gaya hai tujhe aaj… tu… tu toh bilkul jaanwar ban gaya hai… ahhh fuck… aur do mujhe… aur doodh pi le meri chuchiyon ka…”
“Bhola… what has happened to you today… you… you have become a complete animal… ahhh fuck… give me more… drink more milk from my boobs…”
 
Bhola didn’t answer with words. He just sucked harder, cheeks hollowing deeply, drawing a massive mouthful of thick, warm milk from her right breast. Then he suddenly pulled off with a loud, wet pop, milk spraying across her chest. He grabbed the back of her neck roughly and smashed his mouth against hers in a deep, filthy kiss.
 
Simran moaned into his mouth as he pushed the hot, creamy milk straight onto her tongue. Their tongues met for the first time — sliding, twisting, tasting her own sweet milk mixed with his spit. Something electric happened in that moment. The kiss turned messy, hungry, almost desperate. Milk and saliva dribbled down their chins as they devoured each other.
 
Bhola’s cock was now super erect — rock-hard, thick, and standing straight up like an iron rod, the fat head angry and dark, veins pulsing visibly. Every time he leaned in to kiss her deeper, the massive shaft poked hard into her soft belly, the hot, throbbing head leaving sticky trails of precum on her skin.
 
Simran’s eyes flew open mid-kiss. She pulled back sharply, breathing hard, and yanked his t-shirt up with both hands.
 
The monster sprang into view — huge, dark, and terrifyingly hard, pointing straight up toward her face, the thick shaft twitching with every heartbeat. It looked even bigger in the morning light, the heavy balls hanging low and full beneath it.
 
Simran stared, mouth open, completely mesmerized.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

She quickly grabbed both his wrists to stop him from covering it again, then slid her right hand underneath the massive cock, cradling it from below in a soft concave. The weight and heat of it made her gasp.
 
“Bhola… ye itna bada hai…”
“Bhola… this is so big…”, she whispered, voice shaking with lust.
 
Bhola looked embarrassed, trying to pull back.
 
“Bhabhi… sorry… ye har baar aisa ho jata hai…”
“Bhabhi… sorry… this happens every time…”
 
“Shhh…” Simran hushed him, gently stroking the underside with her fingers, feeling the thick veins pulse against her palm. “Ye to itna bada hai ki… ki main samajh nahi paa rahi ki isko kaise handle karun…”
“Shhh…” Simran hushed him, gently stroking the underside with her fingers, feeling the thick veins pulse against her palm. “This is so big that… I am unable to understand that how to handle this …”
 
She swallowed hard, eyes still glued to the monstrous dick in her hand.
 
“Bhola… ise tum lund kehte ho?”
“Bhola…do you call this lund?”
 
“Ji Bhabhi… lund,” he answered shyly.
 
Simran’s voice turned soft but filthy, full of dark hunger.
 
“Bhola tu chinta mat kar… main tujhe aaram dungi. Pehle meri godi mein so ja aur doodh peeta reh. Main ise sehlake thik kar dungi.”
“Bhola, don’t worry… I’ll give you comfort. First lie in my lap and keep drinking milk. I’ll stroke it and make it fine.”
 
Bhola’s eyes widened, but he obeyed instantly. He lay down on the bed and placed his head on her soft, naked lap. The position was obscene — his face right under her heavy, leaking tits, his massive, rock-hard lund standing straight up like a thick dark pole between his legs.
 
Simran looked down at him, her voice dripping with lust.
 
“Ab pi le meri chuchiyan… aur main tera lund sehlaungi.”
“Now drink from my boobs… and I’ll stroke your cock.”
 
Bhola didn’t waste a second. He turned his head, licked one leaking nipple slowly, sending a strong current straight through her body, then latched on hard and started sucking again like a hungry calf.
 
Simran moaned loudly, one hand holding his head to her breast, the other reaching down to wrap around his massive, throbbing lund. She stared at it in awe — so hard, so veiny, so fucking huge — while Bhola drank greedily from her tits.
 
The morning sun lit up the filthy scene perfectly.
 
Bhola attacked Simran’s heavy, milk-swollen breasts like a hungry cub going after its mother’s udders — wild, desperate, and completely shameless. His mouth latched onto her left tit with savage force, sucking so hard that her entire breast stretched forward into his hungry lips. Loud, wet, filthy slurping sounds filled the sunlit room as thick streams of sweet milk jetted straight down his throat.
 
“Aaahhh Bhola… aaahhh fuck…” Simran moaned loudly, her voice breaking into raw, slutty whimpers. “Kitna zor se choos raha hai tu… meri chuchiyan phaad dega kya aaj…”
“Aaahhh Bhola… aaahhh fuck…” Simran moaned loudly, her voice breaking into raw, slutty whimpers. “You’re sucking so hard… are you going to tear my boobs apart today…”
 
With every brutal suck, the monster cock between Bhola’s legs grew even harder. The thick veins bulged out more and more, pulsing visibly along the dark, veiny shaft like ropes under the skin. His heavy balls tightened as he involuntarily pushed his ass up into the air, hips thrusting helplessly into nothing, fucking the open space like he was imagining pounding her tight pussy.
 
Simran’s right hand finally slid down and touched the monster.
 
“Hayee maa…” she gasped, eyes wide.
 
Her small fingers couldn’t even wrap around half of it at first. The girth was insane — thicker than her wrist, hot, throbbing, and rock-hard. She adjusted her grip, using both hands now, and still her fingers didn’t meet. The massive lund felt like a thick, burning iron bar in her palms.
 
A fat goblet of thick, white precum had formed at the swollen tip, glistening obscenely. It was creamy and heavy, something she had never seen before in her life — not with Ravi, not in any porn. It looked almost like a pearl of pure lust ready to drip down the shaft.
 
Simran licked her lips hungrily, staring at it while Bhola kept sucking her tits like a maniac. He was grunting and growling against her nipple, switching between both breasts, squeezing and mauling them roughly, making her squirm in a delicious mix of pain and ecstasy.
 
She started stroking him slowly — long, firm strokes from base to head, her soft hands gliding over the veiny monster. The more she stroked, the thicker and harder it became, until it reached its full, terrifying size. It was now so massive that she needed both hands just to cover the shaft, the fat purple head leaking more and more thick precum with every upward stroke.
 
Bhola made deep, animal grunting sounds around her nipple.
 
Simran’s voice came out shaky and filthy.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

“Bhola… ye kitna bada lund hai tera… aur kitna bara hoga aur…?”
“Bhola… this cock of yours is so big… and how much bigger will it get…?”
 
Bhola just smiled against her tit, eyes dark with lust, and kept sucking even harder, pulling her nipple deep into his mouth.
 
Simran couldn’t take it anymore.
 
She bent down, grabbed his hair, and yanked his face out of her breasts. Milk sprayed across his lips as she crushed her mouth against his in a deep, hungry kiss. This time there was no milk in his mouth — just pure, filthy desire. Their tongues met instantly, sliding and twisting together, drinking each other’s saliva like starving lovers. The kiss was wet, messy, and loud — loud smacking sounds filling the room as they devoured each other.
 
While they kissed, Simran’s right hand never left his monster cock. She gripped the thick, throbbing lund tightly and started stroking it faster, pumping the massive shaft up and down, feeling it pulse and leak more thick precum all over her fingers.
 
Bhola groaned into her mouth, tongue fucking hers, hips bucking up into her hand as she jerked his giant cock while they kissed like animals.
 
The scene was erotic and filthy. Simran sitting on the bed with her legs closed, tits out and leaking, tongue deep in Bhola’s mouth, both her hands working his enormous, veiny lund like it belonged to her now.
 
And Bhola was lost in her — sucking her tongue, drinking her spit, and thrusting his massive cock into her soft hands like a desperate bull.
 
The day had only just started, and they were already crossing every line.
 
Simran started shivering violently, her whole body trembling as a sudden, powerful orgasm crashed through her. She was cumming hard just from kissing Bhola and stroking his massive monster cock — no penetration, no fingers in her pussy, just the filthy taste of his tongue and the burning heat of that thick lund pulsing in her small hands.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… ammmmm…ahhhhh…ammmmm….” she moaned into his mouth, her voice breaking into slutty whimpers.
 
Her pussy clenched and gushed, soaking her red thong completely as fresh slick ran down her thighs. Her legs shook, toes curling, heavy tits bouncing against Bhola’s chest while she kept stroking that enormous cock with both hands.
 
Bhola broke the kiss with a wet smack, strings of saliva and milk connecting their lips. Without a word he dove straight back to her tits, attacking them like a wild animal. He switched sides rapidly, sucking one nipple then the other, loud, obscene slurping sounds echoing in the room. Milk sprayed everywhere — thick white jets shooting out every time he pulled off, coating his face, her chest, and the bedsheet.
 
It had been almost fifteen minutes of nonstop sucking and kissing, and the air was thick with the scent of her milk and pussy. The situation was so fucking intense that if Bhola had wanted to, he could have thrown her on her back, spread her legs, and shoved that giant monster cock straight into her dripping pussy right then and there — and Simran wouldn’t have said a single word of protest. In fact, she would have grabbed that thick, veiny lund herself, rubbed the fat head against her swollen clit, and guided every inch inside her hungry cunt like a desperate whore.
 
But Bhola kept sucking.
 
Simran came again — this time with vigorous, uncontrollable shaking. Her body jerked hard, tits bouncing wildly as she pulled his head tight against her chest, smothering his face between her leaking melons.
 
“Bhola… choos le… choos meri chuchiyan… pi le sab doodh… aaahhh fuck…”
“Bhola… suck… suck my boobs… drink all the milk… aaahhh fuck…”
 
Bhola sucked like a maniac, grunting and growling against her flesh, his cheeks hollowing deeply. He tried to take a whole huge chunk of her gigantic mango-like breast into his mouth — stretching the soft flesh, teeth grazing the sensitive skin, leaving red marks around her areola. Simran cried out sharply.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… dard ho raha hai… bus kar… bus kar na…”
“Aaahhh… Bhola… it’s hurting… stop… please stop na…”
 
But Bhola didn’t stop. Usually he would ease up after two or three hard pulls, but today he was merciless. He sucked her right nipple with brutal force, pulling it long and thick before letting it pop out with a loud, wet smack. The heavy tit settled back down like soft jelly, jiggling obscenely, milk still spraying from the swollen tip. He did it again and again, switching between both breasts, sucking and popping them mercilessly while Simran moaned and cried in a mix of pain and ecstasy.
 
“Bhola… bus kar… dar ho raha hai… itna zor se mat kheech… aaahhh fuck… phir se aa rahi hoon main…”
“Bhola… stop… I’m scared… don’t pull so hard… aaahhh fuck… I’m cumming again…”
 
He switched to the left tit and tried to finish it the same way — sucking harder and harder, pulling the nipple until it stretched obscenely before releasing it with another loud pop. Simran was already nearing her third orgasm in less than fifteen minutes. Her body was trembling nonstop, pussy gushing, thighs shaking as she kept stroking his massive cock with both hands.
 
The precum was now flowing so heavily that it had leaked all the way down the thick shaft and was coating her wrist in thick, white, sticky strands. Every stroke made wet, filthy squelching sounds as her fingers glided over the veiny monster.
 
Bhola’s hips kept thrusting up into her hand, fucking her soft palms while he drank from her tits like he would never stop.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

The morning sun lit up the filthy scene — Simran’s tits red and marked from his savage sucking, milk everywhere, her hands wrapped around that enormous, throbbing lund, precum dripping down her fingers as she jerked him desperately.
 
And Bhola was nowhere near done.
 
Bhola finally tore his mouth away from Simran’s swollen, red-marked tits with a loud, wet pop. Thick strings of milk and saliva stretched between his lips and her dark, puffy nipples before breaking. Milk was everywhere — dripping down her heavy breasts, running over her belly, soaking the bedsheet.
 
Simran didn’t give him a second to breathe.
 
She grabbed his hair roughly and yanked his face to hers, crashing her mouth against his in a deep, desperate, never-ending smooch. Their tongues met instantly, twisting and fucking each other like starving animals. The kiss was filthy — loud, wet smacking sounds, saliva mixing, tongues sliding deep into each other’s mouths as they drank every drop of spit and leftover milk.
 
Bhola’s left hand found her right tit on its own and started squeezing it hard, mauling the soft, heavy flesh, fingers sinking deep while milk sprayed between his fingers. Their muffled moans vibrated into each other’s mouths — Simran’s high-pitched, slutty whimpers mixing with Bhola’s deep, hungry growls.
 
“Mmmph… mmmph…” Simran moaned into the kiss, her hands never stopping as she stroked his massive, throbbing lund with both fists. The thick shaft was rock-hard, veins bulging, the fat head leaking nonstop. Precum coated her fingers, making every stroke wet and slippery.
 
Finally, after long, breathless minutes, Simran pulled back gasping for air, a thick string of saliva connecting their tongues for a second before it broke.
 
She looked down at his monstrous cock still standing proud and angry, harder than ever, the head shiny with precum.
 
“Bhola… tumhara lund ka main kya karun… mere haath mein dard ho raha hai,” she panted, voice hoarse and filthy. “Dekho kitna mota aur sakht hai… dono haath bhi chhote pad rahe hain iske liye.”
“Bhola… what should I do with your cock… my hands are hurting,” she panted, voice hoarse and filthy. “Look how thick and hard it is… even both hands are feeling small for it.”
 
Bhola was breathing hard, lips shiny with spit and milk.
 
“Bhabhi… mujhe nahi samajh aa raha hai… ye khud hi nahi maan raha hai.”
“Bhabhi… I don’t understand… it’s not listening to me at all.”
 
Simran bit her lip, eyes dark with lust. She looked at that huge, veiny monster and made up her mind.
 
“Achha… uthke baitho.”
“Okay… get up and sit.”
 
Bhola sat up on his knees in front of her, his massive lund pointing straight at her face, thick and proud, the fat head already dripping.
 
Simran stared at it hungrily.
 
“Bhola main thak gayi hoon… lekin main kuch karti hoon.”
“Bhola, I’m tired… but I’ll do something.”
 
She quickly slid off the bed, standing naked except for her soaked red thong. The thin lace was completely drenched, clinging to her swollen pussy lips. She told him to get down from the bed and stand in front of her.
 
Bhola obeyed, his heavy cock swinging as he stood.
 
Simran sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide, her tits still leaking, red marks all over them from his savage sucking.
 
She leaned forward, opened her mouth, and tried to take the fat head inside.
 
Bhola instinctively moved back, confused.
 
She tried again.
 
He backed off once more.
 
Simran looked up at him, eyes burning with need, voice low and filthy.
 
“Mat jao peeche, Bhola… mujhe muh mein lene do. Warna ye kabhi nahi maane ga.”
“Don’t go back, Bhola… let me take it in my mouth. Otherwise it won’t listen at all.”
 
She tried a third time, mouth open, tongue out.
 
Bhola started to pull back again.
 
Simran lunged forward like a hungry slut, grabbing his thick thighs and yanking him toward her. In one swift motion she took the fat, swollen head of his monster cock straight into her hot, wet mouth.
 
Bhola let out a loud, shocked groan.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhabhi…!”
 
The head alone stretched her lips obscenely wide. It was huge, hot, salty, and leaking thick precum that coated her tongue instantly. She moaned around it — a deep, satisfied “Ummmmhhh…” sound vibrating along his shaft.

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She pulled him closer, refusing to let go, so she could sit properly on the bed while keeping the fat head locked in her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she started sucking gently, tasting the thick, creamy precum like it was the sweetest nectar she had ever had.
 
Bhola’s hands hovered in the air, confused and overwhelmed, but Simran gripped his thighs tighter, holding him in place.
 
She pulled off just for a second, strings of spit and precum connecting her lips to his cockhead, and looked up at him with glassy, cock-drunk eyes.
 
“Bhola aise mat hilo… yahin ruko… warna ye muh se nikal jayega.”
“Bhola, don’t move like that… stay right here… otherwise it will slip out of my mouth.”
 
She didn’t waste another second.
 
She opened her mouth wide again and took the fat head back inside with a loud, hungry “Ummmmhhh…” sound, sucking harder this time, her tongue swirling around the leaking tip while her hands stroked the thick shaft she couldn’t fit in her mouth.
 
The morning light poured over them — Simran sitting on the bed in nothing but a soaked red thong, mouth stretched wide around Bhola’s enormous lund, sucking and moaning like a desperate whore while he stood there, trembling, his heavy balls hanging low.
 
And Bhola’s monster cock was finally getting the attention it had been begging for all morning.
 
Simran opened her mouth wider, trying desperately to take more of Bhola’s massive cock inside. The thick, dark head stretched her lips obscenely, forcing her jaw wide open. She pushed forward slowly, her tongue flattening against the underside, tasting the salty, thick precum that kept leaking in heavy drops. But it was so fucking huge — so thick and so long — that even after taking the head and a couple of inches, she felt her throat start to resist. This was the first time in her life she was trying to swallow such a monstrous dick. Her eyes watered slightly as she looked up at him, cheeks hollowed, lips stretched tight around the girth.
 
Bhola stared down at her, completely mesmerised. The sight of his beautiful, married Bhabhi on her knees with his huge cock stuffed in her mouth was heavenly. Her soft, pink lips were wrapped so perfectly around the dark, veiny shaft — it looked like her mouth had been made just for this. The way her cheeks bulged, the way her eyes looked up at him with pure lust and struggle, the way her heavy, leaking tits bounced every time she moved her head — it was the most erotic thing he had ever seen.
 
Simran noticed him staring. She pulled her mouth off his cock with a wet pop, strings of spit and thick precum connecting her swollen lips to the fat head.
 
“Aise kya dekh rahe ho, Bhola?” she asked, breathing hard, voice husky and filthy. “Mera muh itna bada nahi hai… aur tumhara lund itna mota hai ki meri lips phat rahi hain.”
“Why are you looking at me like that, Bhola?” she asked, breathing hard, voice husky and filthy. “My mouth is not that big… and your cock is so thick that my lips are tearing apart.”
 
Bhola’s eyes were dark with hunger, but his voice stayed soft and honest.
 
“Bhabhi… thank you so much. Bahut bahut achcha lag raha hai. Aap bahot sundar dikh rahi ho… sach mein.”
“Bhabhi… thank you so much. It feels really really good. You look very beautiful… really.”
 
Simran blushed deeply, still holding the thick base of his cock in both hands, stroking it slowly.
 
“Bhola, badmash… maine tumhara lund muh mein le rakha hai, dono haath se sehla rahi hoon, aur tum bol rahe ho ki main sundar lag rahi hu? Kitna sharmila hai tu… lekin tera lund toh bilkul shaitan ban gaya hai.”
“Bhola, you naughty boy… I have your cock in my mouth, stroking it with both hands, and you’re saying I look beautiful? How shy you are… but your cock has become a complete devil.”
 
Bhola smiled shyly, his voice low and full of awe.
 
“Bhabhi, sach maaniye… aap sach mein bahot sundar dikhti hain iss lund ko muh mein liye hue. Aapke jaisi koi nahi. Aapki lips… aapki aankhein… sab kuch itna perfect lag raha hai.”
“Bhabhi, believe me… you really look very beautiful with this cock in your mouth. There is no one like you. Your lips… your eyes… everything looks so perfect.”
 
Simran felt a fresh rush of heat between her legs. She looked away shyly for a second, then Bhola reached down, cupped her face gently, and pulled her up into a tight, hungry kiss. Their mouths crashed together again, tongues sliding deep, tasting each other. His massive cock, still rock-hard and slick with her spit, lunged forward and slapped heavily against her chin and neck while they kissed.
 
Simran moaned into his mouth, then broke the kiss, gasping.
 
“Bhola… aise hi chalta raha toh main mar jaungi… tumhara lund itna bada aur sakht hai ki meri saans hi nahi le paa rahi.”
“Bhola… if it continues like this I will die… your cock is so big and hard that I can’t even breathe.”
 
She gave his chest a small, playful push so he stood straight again.
 
“Khade raho wahan… main kuch karti hoon.”
“Stand there… I’ll do something.”
 
Bhola stood obediently, his enormous cock pointing straight at her face like a thick, dark weapon. Simran sat back on the edge of the bed, legs spread, completely topless, her heavy tits still leaking milk down her belly. She leaned forward, opened her mouth wide, and took the fat head back inside with a loud, satisfied “Ummmmhhh…”

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Only about twenty percent of his monster cock fit in her mouth. Her lips were stretched to the limit, cheeks bulging as she sucked hungrily, tongue swirling around the leaking tip.
 
She pulled off for a second, gasping, still stroking the thick shaft with both hands.
 
“Bhola… ye itna bara lund kahan se laye ho tum? Yeh toh sach mein jaanwar hai… kitna mota, kitna lamba… iska sahi jagah ke baare mein soch kar bhi darr lag raha hai.”
“Bhola… where did you get this big cock from? This is really an animal… so thick, so long… even thinking about where it’s supposed to go is making me scared.”
 
Bhola groaned, hips twitching.
 
“Bhabhi… aap bas choosiye ise… choosiye zor se… ye aur tight ho raha hai… bahut mazaa aa raha hai.”
“Bhabhi… you just suck it… suck it hard… it’s getting even tighter… it feels so good.”
 
Simran tried to say something more but Bhola suddenly lunged forward, pushing the fat head back into her open mouth before she could finish her sentence. She moaned loudly around his cock — “Ummmmhhh!” — as he held her head gently but firmly, keeping his lund inside her warm, wet mouth.
 
The morning light poured over them, making the filthy scene even more obscene: Simran sitting on the bed in just her soaked red thong, mouth stuffed with Bhola’s massive cock, sucking and moaning like a hungry whore while he stood in front of her, eyes half-closed in pleasure, gently fucking her pretty mouth with slow, shallow thrusts.
 
And Bhola wasn’t planning to stop anytime soon.
 
Bhola couldn’t hold back anymore.
 
His hips started moving on their own, pushing forward slowly, feeding inch after thick inch of his massive, veiny lund deeper into Simran’s hot, wet mouth. The fat head stretched her lips obscenely wide, forcing her jaw open as far as it could go.
 
“Bhabhi… aap thore der rest lijiye,” he groaned, voice low and rough with need. “Main karta hun… aapke muh mein main daalta hun.”
“Bhabhi… you rest for a while,” he groaned, voice low and rough with need. “I’ll do it… I’ll put it in your mouth.”
 
Simran’s eyes flew wide open in shock and raw lust as the thick shaft slid further inside. She could only moan helplessly around the enormous cock filling her mouth.
 
“Ummmmmm… ummmmmmm…” The filthy, muffled sounds vibrated along his lund with every shallow thrust. Her tongue pressed flat against the underside, tasting the thick, salty precum that kept leaking heavily onto her tongue.
 
Bhola felt like he was losing his mind. This was probably the first time in his life he was actually feeling something so intense in his dick. The warm, wet suction of Simran’s mouth, the way her soft lips stretched tight around his girth, the way her tongue flicked and swirled — it was sending electric shocks straight through his heavy balls.
 
“Bhabhi… aap chusna bandh mat kijiye… choosiye… zor se choosiye mera lund…” he panted, eyes half-closed in pleasure.
“Bhabhi… don’t stop sucking… suck… suck my cock hard…” he panted, eyes half-closed in pleasure.
 
He started increasing his speed, fucking her pretty mouth with slow but firm thrusts. He never tried to push too deep — he was still careful — but the rhythm was steady and relentless. Simran became completely crazy with desire. Her pussy was gushing, soaking her red thong completely as she knelt there, taking his monster cock like a hungry slut.
 
Bhola reached down with both hands and grabbed her heavy, leaking tits, one in each palm. He squeezed them hard, fingers sinking deep into the soft, milky flesh while he face-fucked her. Milk sprayed out between his fingers with every squeeze, running down her chest and belly in warm white rivers.
 
Simran moaned louder around his cock. She slid one hand under his heavy balls, cupping the big, full orbs that felt like two warm, heavy gold balls in her palm. Her tongue started flickering wildly against the sensitive underside of his fat cockhead, licking and teasing the leaking tip.
 
That sent powerful currents through Bhola’s entire body.
 
He groaned deeply and held her head with both hands, fingers tangling in her hair. His thrusts became faster, more urgent, sliding his thick lund in and out of her stretched mouth again and again.
 
“Ummmmmm… ummmmmmm…” Simran kept moaning, eyes watering, spit and precum dripping down her chin onto her tits.
 
Suddenly Bhola sucked in a sharp breath. His massive cock swelled impossibly thicker inside her mouth — the veins bulging, the shaft growing even harder. He couldn’t push any deeper. With one hard, final jerk of his hips, he exploded.
 
“Aaahhhhh… Bhabhi…!” he groaned, eyes squeezed shut.
 
Thick, hot ropes of cum blasted straight into Simran’s mouth in powerful jets. Neither of them wanted to pull away. Simran voluntarily kept her lips locked tight around the head, swallowing eagerly, wanting every drop. Bhola kept pumping involuntarily, depositing load after heavy load of his thick, creamy cum deep into her throat.
 
Because the cock wasn’t buried all the way, a lot of it spilled out — thick white cum overflowing from the corners of her stretched lips, running down her chin in messy rivers, dripping onto her heaving tits and belly. It was so much more than she had ever taken from Ravi — huge, endless spurts that kept coming and coming.

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Simran fought the powerful current of sperm flooding her mouth, swallowing as fast as she could, but still more kept spilling out. She refused to let go of his cock until the last violent jerk finally stopped and his heavy balls stopped twitching in her palm.
 
Only then did she slowly pull her mouth off with a wet, obscene pop. Thick strings of cum and spit connected her swollen lips to the still-throbbing head of his monster lund.
 
She sat there panting heavily, chest heaving, face and tits covered in his thick cum, breathing hard through her open mouth.
 
The room smelled of sex, milk, and fresh cum.
 
And Simran looked completely wrecked — in the most beautiful, filthy way possible.
 
Simran’s tongue flicked out greedily and licked the sensitive tip of Bhola’s still-throbbing monster cock, tasting the last thick bead of his cum mixed with her spit. The moment her warm tongue touched the swollen head, Bhola jerked back sharply, hips twitching.
 
“Aur nahi Bhabhi… aur nahi…” he gasped, voice hoarse and shaky. “Bahut sensitive ho gaya hai ab…”
“No more Bhabhi… no more…” he gasped, voice hoarse and shaky. “It has become very sensitive now…”
 
Simran looked up at him with hungry, cock-drunk eyes, lips shiny and swollen. She smacked her lips loudly, savouring the salty, creamy taste of his heavy load. Then she reached out, gently lifted the massive, softening cock in her small hand, and brought it back to her mouth.
 
It was still enormous even as it softened — thick and heavy like a fat, dark cucumber hanging between his strong thighs, the veiny shaft glistening with her spit and the last drops of cum. The fat head was still flushed dark purple, slowly losing its angry hardness but still impressive as hell.
 
She opened her mouth wide and took the sensitive head back inside with a wet, hungry suck.
 
Bhola let out a loud, surprised groan.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhabhi…!”
 
Simran sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling around the sensitive tip as if she couldn’t get enough. Milk was still leaking from her own tits, dripping down her chest while she nursed on his spent cock like a greedy little slut.
 
She finally pulled off with a soft pop, gave the fat head one last loving kiss, and let the heavy lund fall back down between his legs, swinging heavily.
 
“Aisa lagta hai mujhe bhi jab tum jor se kheenchte ho,” she whispered, voice thick and filthy. “Jab tum meri chuchiyan itna zor se chooste ho na… tab mujhe bhi aisa hi jhatka lagta hai. Ab samajh aaya tujhe?”
“It feels the same to me when you pull hard,” she whispered, voice thick and filthy. “When you suck my boobs so hard… I also get the same jolt. Now you understand?”
 
Bhola smiled shyly, breathing hard, his massive cock still twitching between his legs.
 
Simran looked at him with soft, lust-filled eyes.
 
“Bhola… thank you… mera share dene ke liye. Bahut mazaa aaya.”
“Bhola… thank you… for giving me my share. It felt really good.”
 
Bhola stepped closer, cupped her flushed face gently with both hands, and leaned down to kiss her deeply on the lips again — slow, tender, but still full of hunger. Their tongues met once more, tasting each other’s spit and the faint remains of his cum.
 
When he pulled back, he whispered against her lips:
 
“Aapko bhi thank you, Bhabhi… isko thanda karne ke liye. Aapne bahut achha kiya.”
“Thank you to you too, Bhabhi… for cooling it down. You did it very well.”
 
He turned to pick up his underwear from the chair.
 
Simran immediately stopped him.
 
“Bhola… bola na nahi pehenna.”
“Bhola… I told you not to wear it.”
 
Bhola paused, then smiled that innocent-yet-filthy smile of his.
 
“Ok Bhabhi… jaise aap kahen.”
“Ok Bhabhi… as you say.”
 
He left his underwear and pants on the chair and stood there completely naked from the waist down, his heavy, spent cock hanging thick and low between his legs like a satisfied python.
 
Simran watched him for a long second, biting her lip, before he finally turned and went downstairs.
 
She sat there for a moment, chest heaving, face and tits still sticky with his cum and her own milk, pussy throbbing like crazy. Then she stood up on shaky legs and walked to the bathroom.

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Excellent update. Hope they fuck in the next update.

But before that you will enjoy a lot. I am particularly looking at the votes. Not understanding how to steer the storyline.

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Should Ravi stay hidden? Can Simran cross all lines so soon? Should Bhola find the ultimate use of his tool? What about Maan Singh? That fucker is planning to increase his harem. Whats this new project of Ravi? Will it keep him busy? So many fucking questions.

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This is an AI gen output

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This is an AI gen output