[doodhwale_bhaiya]

He had to fly to Korea the day after tomorrow for a week to understand the core architecture of their platform before finalizing the Indian rollout. Today, back in Chandigarh, he had to brief his team and lock in the project scope.
 
Ravi hadn’t told Simran any of this.
 
He simply said it was a big networking project with a Korean-Indian tech firm.
 
And Simran, lost in her own whirlwind of secrets, hadn’t asked for more details.
 
Simran finished her breakfast quietly, her mind still replaying the previous day’s events. Bhola moved around the kitchen efficiently, preparing lunch in advance. The house felt deceptively normal.
 
But underneath it all, the tension was simmering.
 
Ravi was at the office, preparing for his Korea trip and the high-stakes project with Meera Kapoor.
 
Simran was at home, carrying the weight of her growing addiction to Bhola.
 
And Bhola… was simply doing his job, unaware of how deeply he had already changed the dynamics of the house.
 
 
Simran went upstairs after breakfast and lay down on the large bed, staring at the ceiling fan spinning slowly above her. The house was quiet, but her mind was anything but.
 
What would happen when the inevitable finally happened?
 
The thought sent a fresh wave of goosebumps racing across her skin. Her stomach fluttered with a strange, nervous heat. She could already imagine it — Bhola’s massive, thick cock pushing inside her, stretching her pussy to its limits, filling her completely. The burn, the fullness, the overwhelming pleasure-pain of taking something so enormous. She had felt how big it was in her mouth, how it had stretched her lips and made her gag. What would it do to her pussy?
 
She pressed her thighs together tightly, feeling a fresh twitch between her legs.
 
He ate my pussy like a man possessed yesterday… and I had the biggest, most violent orgasm of my life. And he’s supposed to be a virgin. What will happen when he actually fucks me? When that monster slides all the way inside me?
 
The image made her bite her lip hard. Bhola was like a delicious, forbidden dish she didn’t want to finish, but she also couldn’t stop craving more. Every time she was near him, her body reacted on its own. She was losing control, and it terrified her.
 
She couldn’t stay in this house like this. She would go mad if she kept thinking about him all day.
 
Simran sat up, grabbed her phone, and opened Google Maps. She searched for the nearest gym. A Cult Fit center popped up just a few kilometers away — modern, well-equipped, with good reviews. Perfect.
 
She called them immediately.
 
“Hello? Yes, I’d like to know about your monthly subscription plans… timings, classes, everything.”
 
While she was on the call, discussing packages and class schedules, Bhola quietly entered the room with a glass of warm milk mixed with Jeevdhatu. He placed it gently on the bedside table without interrupting her conversation.
 
Simran gave him a small, distracted nod of thanks and continued speaking on the phone.
 
Bhola noticed she hadn’t taken a bath yet. He went to the bathroom, picked up the used clothes, and took them downstairs to the laundry area. Then he prepared a bowl of his special fragrant massage oil — the same blend of sweet almond, ylang-ylang, sandalwood, clary sage, and vanilla he had used before. He brought the bowl back upstairs and waited patiently near the door.
 
By the time Simran finished her call and hung up, Bhola was standing there with the bowl in his hands.
 
Simran looked at him, a complex mix of emotions swirling inside her — lingering desire, fresh guilt, and a growing need to create some distance.
 
The house felt smaller with every passing hour.
 
And Bhola was still there, ready to serve her in every way she might need.
 
Simran had just finished her call with the gym when Bhola entered the room again, carrying the bowl of fragrant massage oil. The sweet, warm scent of almond, vanilla, and sandalwood filled the air as he approached the bed.
 
“Bhabhi… aap let jaiye. Main aapko massage kar deta hoon,”
“Bhabhi… you lie down. I’ll give you a massage.” he said softly, his voice gentle but firm.
 
Simran shook her head quickly, feeling a rush of shyness.
 
“Nahi Bhola… abhi nahi. Main thak gayi hoon. Baad mein.”
“No Bhola… not now. I’m tired. Later.”
 
Bhola didn’t move. He stood there holding the bowl, looking at her with quiet concern.
 
“Bhabhi… aapke body ko zarurat hai iski. Aapki chuchiyan itni bhari hui rehti hain… doodh se. Massage se blood flow better hoga. Dard kam hoga. Aur aapki hips, thighs, legs — sab tight ho gaye hain. Roz kaam karne se muscles stiff ho jaate hain. Please… let me do it. Aapko comfortable feel hoga.”
“Bhabhi… your body needs this. Your boobs stay so full… with milk. Massage will improve blood flow. The pain will reduce. And your hips, thighs, legs — everything has become tight. Muscles get stiff from working every day. Please… let me do it. You will feel comfortable.”
 
Simran shifted on the bed, pulling her sundress down over her thighs self-consciously.
 
“Bhola… mujhe sharam aa rahi hai. Tum already itna karte ho… ab massage bhi?”
“Bhola… I’m feeling shy. You already do so much… now massage too?”
 
Bhola sat on the edge of the bed, his voice patient and caring.
 
“Bhabhi… yeh sirf madad hai. Aapki chuchiyan itni sensitive hain… doodh se bhari rehti hain. Massage se woh soft rahengi, crack nahi honge. Aur aapki gaand aur taange — woh bhi bahut soft hain lekin andar se tight. Main dheere dheere karunga. Aapko koi takleef nahi hogi. Trust me.”
“Bhabhi… this is just help. Your boobs are so sensitive… they stay full of milk. Massage will keep them soft, they won’t crack. And your ass and legs — they are very soft but tight from inside. I will do it slowly. You won’t feel any discomfort. Trust me.”
 
Simran bit her lip, feeling her resistance weakening. The memory of his hands on her body from previous massages made her stomach flutter.
 
“Phir bhi… abhi nahi. Ravi ghar aane wala hai jaldi.”
“Still… not now. Ravi is about to come home soon.”
 
Bhola smiled gently.
 
“Bhabhi… sirf 20 minute. Aap let jaiye. Main aapke toes se shuru karunga. Bahut relaxing hota hai. Aapki body ko rest milega. Aap itni thak gayi ho… please.”
“Bhabhi… just 20 minutes. You lie down. I’ll start from your toes. It’s very relaxing. Your body will get rest. You are so tired… please.”
 
After a few more minutes of his soft, persistent persuasion — explaining how the oil would help with milk flow, reduce pain in her breasts, loosen her hips and thighs, and prevent any future issues — Simran finally sighed in defeat.
 
“Theek hai… bas 20 minute. Aur dheere karna.”
“Okay… just 20 minutes. And do it slowly.”
 
She lay down on her stomach on the bed, still wearing the yellow sundress that ended high on her thighs. Her heart was beating fast. She knew where this could lead, yet a part of her was also waiting for it. Her breathing was already heavier, her nipples hardening against the fabric.
 
Bhola started slowly, deliberately.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

He sat near her feet and poured a little warm oil on his palms. He began with her toes — massaging each one gently, rolling them between his fingers, pressing the pads with his thumbs. The sensation was electric. Simran let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing despite herself.
 
He moved up to her shins, his strong hands gliding over her smooth skin, kneading the muscles with slow, firm strokes. Every press sent warm tingles up her legs.
 
Then he reached her upper thighs. His hands worked the soft, squishy flesh with deep, deliberate pressure — thumbs circling, palms rubbing upward. The sundress had ridden up dangerously high, almost exposing the lower curve of her ass.
 
Simran’s breathing grew heavier. She buried her face in the pillow, trying to stay calm.
 
Suddenly, Bhola stopped at her thighs. He moved up and sat near her head instead. He poured more oil and started massaging her scalp and forehead with slow, hypnotic circles. His fingers pressed gently into her temples, then moved through her hair, rubbing her scalp in rhythmic motions.
 
Simran’s eyes fluttered closed. She felt dreamy, almost floating.
 
“Palat jaiye, Bhabhi,”
“Turn around, Bhabhi,” he whispered after a few minutes.
 
Almost in a trance, Simran turned onto her back. The sundress shifted, riding even higher on her thighs.
 
Bhola’s hands moved to her neck, massaging the sides and base with firm but gentle pressure. His thumbs worked the tight muscles there, making her sigh softly.
 
After a while, he paused.
 
“Bhabhi… dress utaar do. Iske andar massage mushkil ho raha hai. Oil lagane mein dikkat hogi.”
“Bhabhi… take off your dress. It’s difficult to massage properly with it on. It will be hard to apply oil.”
 
Simran’s eyes opened. She looked at him with a mix of shyness and playful accusation.
 
“Bhola… tum bahut badmash ho. Tum chahte the ki main dress utaar doon aur mujhe sharminda feel kara do, hai na?”
“Bhola… you are naughty. You wanted me to take off my dress and make me feel shameful, didn’t you?”
 
Bhola smiled innocently, but his eyes were dark with desire.
 
“Bhabhi… sirf massage ke liye. Aap comfortable feel karengi.”
“Bhabhi… only for the massage. You will feel comfortable.”
 
Simran hesitated for a long second, then gave in. She sat up slightly and let Bhola help her pull the sundress up and over her head. The thin fabric slid off her body, leaving her completely naked except for her small white panties.
 
She lay back down on her stomach, her heart pounding, her full, round ass and smooth back now completely exposed to him.
 
Bhola poured more oil on his hands and started again — this time on her neck and shoulders, his strong fingers working the muscles with slow, deliberate strokes. The scent of the oil filled the room as his hands glided over her bare skin.
 
Simran closed her eyes, trying to relax, but her body was already humming with anticipation.
 
Bhola’s hands moved like a dream over Simran’s body.
 
She was already slipping into a deep trance, her breathing slow and heavy as his strong, oiled palms glided over her bare back. The fragrant oil — sweet almond blended with vanilla, sandalwood, ylang-ylang, and clary sage — filled the room with a warm, intoxicating scent. His fingers pressed firmly into her shoulder blades, then moved down her spine in long, deliberate strokes, working out every knot with perfect pressure. Simran let out a soft, dreamy sigh, her body melting into the mattress.
 
“Ummmm… Bhola… yeh bahut achha lag raha hai…”
“Ummmm… Bhola… this feels really good…”, she murmured, her voice thick with relaxation.
 
Bhola smiled quietly and continued. He moved down to her feet, pouring more warm oil on his palms. He started massaging her toes one by one, rolling them gently between his fingers, pressing the pads with his thumbs. The sensation was electric. Simran giggled and squirmed as he hit the ticklish spots.
 
“Bhola… hehe… ruk… itna mat kar… tickle ho raha hai…”
“Bhola… hehe… stop… don’t do so much… it’s tickling…”
 
But he didn’t stop. He moved up to her calves, his large hands kneading the plump, milky-white flesh. Her calves were soft yet firm, a perfect blend of femininity and subtle muscle. He worked them thoroughly, thumbs digging in slow circles, making her moan softly into the pillow.
 
Then he reached her thighs.
 
Those milky, soft, squishy thighs — the Gods’ own land. Thick, creamy, and impossibly smooth. Bhola’s fingers sank into the plush flesh, massaging with deep, sensual strokes. He worked the inner thighs slowly, his thumbs brushing dangerously close to her pussy with every upward glide. Simran’s breathing grew heavier, her body starting to respond despite herself.
 
Bhola paused for a moment at the lower curve of her ass. He reached for a pillow, slid his left hand under her flat belly, and gently lifted her hips. He placed the pillow beneath her stomach, raising her plump ass higher into the air. Simran didn’t protest. She stayed silent, her heart racing.
 
He returned behind her and started pressing on her lower back and waist with slow, firm pushes. His hands moved lower, fingers hooking into the waistband of her small white panties. Very slowly, very deliberately, he pulled the thin fabric down until it was nestled just above her ass crack.
 
Simran’s breath hitched.
 
Then, in one swift but smooth motion, Bhola tugged her panties all the way down to her knees, completely exposing her beautiful, milky-white ass and her glistening pussy.
 
Simran suddenly realized what had happened. She had been almost dozing off in pleasure, but now she jolted awake.
 
“Bhola… no!” she cried out, trying to reach back and grab her panties.
“Kya kar rahe ho?!”
“What are you doing?!”
 
But Bhola was stronger. He gently but firmly caught both her wrists and held them for a moment, then pulled the panties completely off her legs and placed them neatly on the side of the bed.
 
“Bhabhi… fikar mat kijiye. Aapke panties oil se kharab ho jayengi. Aap relax rahiye… aapko bahut aaram milega.”
“Bhabhi… don’t worry. Your panties will get ruined by the oil. You just relax… you will feel very comfortable.”
 
Simran’s protests were weak, her voice shaky.
 
“Bhola… yeh galat hai… aaahh…”
“Bhola…this is wrong…. aaahh…”
 
Bhola didn’t reply. He poured more oil on his hands and started massaging her ass globes. Those plump, heart-shaped cheeks were pure heaven — soft like warm dough, yet firm enough to bounce back beautifully with every press. His large palms covered each cheek completely, squeezing, kneading, and spreading them slightly as he worked the oil deep into the flesh. The cheeks jiggled like jelly every time he released them, only to snap back into their perfect, round shape.
 
Simran felt a rush of blood through her entire body. Her pussy was getting wetter by the second.
 
“Bhola… tum bahot badmash ho… aaahhh… yeh kya kar rahe ho… mere peeche haath laga rahe ho…”
“Bhola… you are very naughty… aaahhh… what are you doing… you’re touching my ass…”

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Bhola kept massaging her ass with slow, sensual strokes, his thumbs occasionally brushing dangerously close to her asshole and the wet lips of her pussy.
 
After a few minutes, he spoke softly.
 
“Bhabhi… palat jaiye please.”
“Bhabhi… turn over please.”
 
Simran hesitated for a long second, her body trembling with a mix of shame and arousal. Then, almost against her will, she slowly turned onto her back, completely naked now, her heavy breasts, soft belly, and glistening pussy fully exposed to him.
 
The massage was far from over.
 
Simran lay on her back, completely naked except for the thin white panties that were already soaked. Her heavy breasts rose and fell with her quick breaths, dark nipples stiff and leaking tiny drops of milk. She looked up at Bhola with wide, nervous eyes.
 
“Bhola… no… main nangi hoon… yeh galat hai…”
“Bhola… no… I’m naked… this is wrong…”
 
Bhola’s voice was calm and reassuring, his hands still resting on her thighs.
 
“Bhabhi… chinta mat kijiye. Yeh sirf massage ke liye hai. Aapko comfortable feel hoga. Main kuch galat nahi karunga.”
“Bhabhi… don’t worry. This is only for the massage. You will feel comfortable. I won’t do anything wrong.”
 
Simran’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. She covered her breasts with her arms, trying to hide them.
 
“Phir bhi… wada karo … koi naughty cheez nahi karoge. Bas massage… okay?”
“Still… promise me… you won’t do any naughty thing. Only massage… okay?”
 
Bhola didn’t reply with words. Instead, he gently but firmly turned her over onto her stomach again. He slid a pillow under her lower back, raising her abdomen and making her plump ass lift slightly into the air. The position left her completely vulnerable — ass up, legs slightly parted, her soaked panties stretched tight over her pussy.
 
Simran’s breathing grew heavier. She knew where this was heading, yet a dark part of her was waiting for it. Her heart pounded as she felt the cool air on her exposed skin.
 
Bhola poured more warm oil on his palms and started massaging her thighs again. His strong hands kneaded the soft, milky flesh, thumbs pressing deep into the inner thighs. Simran started laughing uncontrollably from the tickling sensation.
 
“Bhola… hehe… ruk… itna mat kar… gudgudi ho raha hai… aaahhh… ruko!”
“Bhola… hehe… stop… don’t do so much… it’s tickling… aaahhh… stop!”
 
She tried to get up, squirming and giggling, but Bhola placed a firm hand on her lower back and gently pushed her back down.
 
“Bhabhi… oil gir jayega. Shaant rahiye… relax…”
“Bhabhi… the oil will spill. Stay calm… relax…”
 
Simran kept laughing, her body shaking, ass jiggling with every movement. Bhola’s hands moved higher, dangerously close to her ass cheeks.
 
“Bhola… please… main nahi kar sakti… haa haa… mujhe gudgudi mat karo!”
“Bhola… please… I can’t… haa haa… stop tickling me!”
 
Bhola smiled and suddenly changed tactic.
 
“Okay Bhabhi… pehle main doodh pee leta hoon phir.”
“Okay Bhabhi… let me drink the milk first then.”
 
He moved up quickly, flipped her onto her back again, and latched onto her left tit. He sucked hard and deep, drawing out thick streams of warm milk with loud, greedy slurps.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… no… aise nahi… main nangi hoon… aaahhh… dheere…!”
“Aaahhh… Bhola… no… not like this… I am naked… aaahhh… slowly…!”
 
But Bhola kept sucking, squeezing her breast firmly with one hand while drinking from the other. Milk leaked from the corners of his mouth as he fed hungrily. Simran tried to push his head away, but her strength was fading.
 
“Bhola… please… aaahhh… meri chuchiyan… bahut sensitive hain aaj…”
“Bhola… please… aaahhh… my boobs… are very sensitive today…”
 
Bhola pulled off for a second, mouth full of milk, and kissed her deeply. Simran moaned into the kiss as he pushed the warm milk onto her tongue. Their tongues tangled messily, sharing the sweet liquid in a long, passionate smooch.
 
“Mmmphhh… ummmmm…”
 
He broke the kiss and went back to sucking — this time for a full five minutes, alternating between both breasts, sucking hard and deep, making her moan and squirm. Every now and then he would feed her more milk with another deep, tongue-filled kiss.
 
Finally, he moved back down to her belly. He poured a few drops of oil into her belly button and started massaging it slowly with his thumb, circling the sensitive spot.
 
Simran giggled again, her body twitching.
 
“Bhola… hehe… yeh kya kar rahe ho… tickle ho raha hai…”
“Bhola… hehe… what are you doing… it’s tickling…”
 
Then, without warning, he dripped a few warm drops of oil directly onto her pussy, right over the thin white panties. The oil soaked through the fabric instantly, making it cling even more obscenely to her swollen lips.
 
Simran jumped with a sharp gasp.
 
“Bhola… kya kar rahe ho?! Aaahhh… nahi… wahan mat…”
“Bhola… what are you doing?! Aaahhh… no… not there…”
 
She tried to pull his hand away, but Bhola was stronger. He gently pressed his fingers against her pussy over the panties and started massaging in slow, deliberate circles.
 
Simran’s protests grew weaker.
 
“Bhola… please… aaahhh… yeh galat hai… mat karo wahan…”
“Bhola… please… aaahhh… this is wrong… don’t do it there…”
 
But Bhola had other plans.
 
In one swift motion, he unzipped his pants, pulled out his massive, rock-hard cock, and shoved the thick head straight into her open mouth, muffling her protests completely.
 
“Mmmphhh…!!”
 
Simran’s eyes widened in shock as the fat head stretched her lips wide. Bhola folded his right leg on the bed for balance and started moving his hips slowly, sliding the thick cock in and out of her mouth.
 
Simran moaned around the girth, her hands instinctively gripping his thighs. She started sucking him again, her tongue swirling around the head as Bhola fucked her mouth with slow, deep strokes.
 
The room was once again filled with the wet, filthy sounds of her sucking and his low groans.
 
Bhola’s hands moved lower, gliding over Simran’s soft, oiled belly with slow, deliberate circles. His thumbs pressed gently just above her pubic bone, massaging the sensitive area right before her pussy. Simran’s eyes were closed, her breathing heavy and dreamy. She had Bhola’s thick, rock-hard cock in her mouth, sucking on it lazily like a child with a lollipop — slow, wet, sensual pulls, her tongue swirling around the fat head, tasting the sweet-salty precum that kept leaking onto her tongue.
 
“Ummmm… mmmphhh…” she moaned softly around the girth, her lips stretched wide, cheeks hollowing gently as she nursed on him.
 
Bhola’s fingers traced the inner lines of her thighs, brushing right along the edges of her swollen pussy lips without actually touching them. He could see a thin, translucent string of her slick slowly escaping from between her puffy pink folds, dripping down toward her asshole. The sight made his cock twitch hard in her mouth.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

He swiped his index finger through the leaking juices, collecting the warm, sticky nectar, and brought it to his mouth. He licked it clean with a low, hungry groan.
 
“Mmm… Bhabhi… aapki choot ka ras itna tasty hai… kitna geeli ho rahi ho aap…”
“Mmm… Bhabhi… your pussy juice is so tasty… you’re getting so wet…”
 
Simran’s hips lifted slightly on their own, pushing her pussy upward, exposing her glistening lips even more perfectly. She was dripping, the thin white panties completely soaked and transparent, clinging to every swollen fold.
 
She started sucking his dick like crazy now — head bobbing faster, taking more of the thick shaft into her warm, wet mouth. Wet, filthy sounds filled the room: slurp… gluck… mmmphhh… sluuuurp…
 
Bhola groaned and shifted his position. He moved so that his head was near the edge of the bed, still keeping his cock in her mouth. He positioned himself behind her head, leaning over her so he could reach her breasts easily.
 
Simran kept sucking hungrily, her tongue working the underside of his shaft while her hands stroked what she couldn’t fit in her mouth.
 
Bhola reached down and started massaging her heavy, leaking tits with both hands, squeezing the soft flesh, rolling her stiff nipples between his fingers.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhabhi… aapki chuchiyan itni badi aur doodh bhari hain… main inhe din bhar choos sakta hoon…”
“Aaahhh… Bhabhi… your boobs are so big and full of milk… I can suck them the whole day…”
 
Simran moaned loudly around his cock, the vibration traveling down his shaft.
 
“Ummmmphhh… gluck… mmmphhh…”
 
Bhola kept mauling her breasts, pinching and tugging her nipples while she sucked him with wet, sloppy enthusiasm. The room was filled with the obscene sounds of her mouth working his thick lund and his hands squeezing her milky tits.
 
Suddenly, Bhola felt his balls tighten. He had been holding back, but the sight of her sucking him so greedily while he played with her tits pushed him over the edge.
 
He grabbed the base of his cock and started jerking it fast.
 
Within seconds, he exploded.
 
Thick, hot ropes of cum blasted into Simran’s mouth in powerful waves. She moaned loudly, her eyes widening as she tried to swallow the massive load.
 
“Gluck… gluck… ahhhhmmmm… mmmphhh… gluuuuck…”
 
Wave after wave of thick, creamy cum flooded her mouth, filling it completely. Some spilled from the corners of her lips, running down her chin and dripping onto her tits. Simran gulped desperately, swallowing as much as she could, making loud, wet gulping sounds.
 
“Ammmmm… gluck… ahhhhmmmm… mmmphhh…”
 
Bhola groaned deeply, his cock jerking in her mouth as he emptied his heavy balls.
 
When the last powerful spurt finally stopped, Simran slowly pulled her mouth off his cock with a wet *pop*. Thick strings of cum connected her lips to the head. She looked up at him, face messy, lips swollen, eyes glassy with satisfaction.
 
She leaned forward and planted a soft, loving kiss on the sensitive tip.
 
Bhola let his still-hard cock swing freely between his legs, not bothering to tuck it back in. He moved down between her legs, folded her knees up toward her stomach, and spread her thighs wide.
 
Her pussy lips parted beautifully — pink, swollen, dripping wet, the perfect, mesmerizing sight.
 
Bhola leaned down and gave her pussy a deep, open-mouthed smooch, his tongue pressing flat against her swollen folds.
 
Simran squirmed hard, letting out a sharp, surprised moan.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola…!”
 
The morning was far from over.
 
Bhola slowly pulled his still-hard cock out of Simran’s mouth with a wet *pop*, thick strings of spit and cum connecting her swollen lips to the fat, glistening head. He looked down at her with a mix of satisfaction and lingering hunger.
 
“Bhabhi… abhi kaam bahut hai. Warna main aapko aur bahut mazaa deta… aapki choot ko choos-ta, aapko aur zor se mazaa deta… lekin abhi time nahi hai.”
“Bhabhi… there’s a lot of work right now. Otherwise I would have given you much more pleasure… I would have licked your pussy, given you even stronger orgasms… but there’s no time now.”
 
Simran was still catching her breath, her face messy with his cum, lips puffy and shiny. She looked up at him, voice hoarse and teasing.
 
“Bhola… tune mera muh mein lund kyun daala? Main toh sirf doodh chuswa rahi thi…”
“Bhola… why did you put your cock in my mouth? I was only getting my milk sucked…”
 
Bhola smiled down at her, his thick cock still twitching near her face.
 
“Bhabhi… main jaanta tha aapko pasand aayega. Aapka muh itna garam aur geela tha… aur aap itni pyari lag rahi thi mera lund chooste hue.”
“Bhabhi… I knew you would like it. Your mouth was so hot and wet… and you looked so adorable sucking my cock.”
 
Simran’s cheeks flushed, but she smiled shyly, still tasting him on her tongue.
 
“Haan… mujhe pasand aaya. Bahut pasand aaya.”
“Yes… I liked it. I liked it a lot.”
 
She got up from the bed, completely naked, her heavy breasts swaying, milk still leaking from her dark nipples, her pussy glistening with fresh arousal. She stepped closer to him, reached down, and wrapped her small hand around his thick, semi-hard cock. She gave it a slow stroke, then leaned in and kissed him deeply on the lips.
 
“Bhola… tu itna saara maal kaise produce karta hai? Kitna thick aur kitna zyada tha… main toh bhar gayi thi.”
“Bhola… how do you produce so much maal? It was so thick and so much… I got completely full.”
 
Bhola groaned softly as she stroked him, his cock twitching back to life in her hand.
 
“Aapko pasand hai na Bhabhi?”
“You liked it, right Bhabhi?”
 
Simran kissed the tip of his cock again, licking a fresh drop of precum from the head.
 
“Bahut pasand hai… bahut tasty hai tera maal.”
“I liked it a lot… your maal is very tasty.”
 
Bhola’s voice dropped lower, full of filthy promise.
 
“Toh main aapko roz maal dunga, Bhabhi. Aap jab chahe, main aapke muh mein apna lund daal dunga aur pura maal pilunga.”
“Then I’ll give you maal every day, Bhabhi. Whenever you want, I’ll put my cock in your mouth and feed you all my maal.”
 
Simran smiled, still holding his thick shaft, giving it one last slow stroke.
 
“Theek hai… ab jaa, mujhe nahana hai. Ravi jaldi aane wala hai.”
“Okay… now go, I have to take a bath. Ravi will be here soon.”
 
Bhola picked up her sundress and the small white panty from the floor and started walking toward the door.
 
Simran called after him.
 
“Bhola… yeh kapde kahan le ja rahe ho? Kya mujhe pura din nangi ghumna hai?”
“Bhola… where are you taking these clothes? Do I have to stay naked the whole day?”

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Bhola turned back with a small, naughty smile.
 
“Bhabhi… main inhe dhone ke liye le ja raha tha. Aap nahane ja rahi hain na isliye.”
“Bhabhi… I was taking them to wash. Since you’re going to bathe.”
 
Simran laughed softly, shaking her head.
 
“Haan haan… samajh gayi. Itna smart mat ban. Ab jaa… lekin pehle ek dress nikaal ke bed pe rakh do jo tu mujhe pehenna chahta hai.”
“Yes yes… I understood. Don’t act so smart. Now go… but first take out one dress and keep it on the bed — the one you want me to wear.”
 
Bhola nodded, went to her wardrobe, picked out a very short, light pink sundress that would barely cover the lower curve of her ass, and laid it neatly on the bed. No bra. No panty.
 
Simran smiled inwardly as he left the room.
 
Yeh ladka sach mein pagal ho gaya hai… par mujhe bhi yeh pasand aa raha hai.
 
She went into the bathroom for a quick shower, her mind still racing.
 
Bhola could have fucked me so many times today… but he didn’t even touch my pussy properly. He just ate me like a starving man and made me cum so hard I almost fainted. And that cock… that monster… how does he produce so much cum? It was thick, creamy, endless. He is like a bull — strong, virile, ready to breed. I wonder how he would fuck… would he be gentle or would he pound me like an animal? Would he stretch my pussy so wide I scream?
 
The thought made her pussy throb again under the shower. She touched herself lightly, but stopped, knowing she needed to get ready for Ravi.
 
She came out after the bath, towel wrapped around her body, and saw the short pink sundress waiting on the bed. It was ridiculously short — it would barely cover the lower half of her ass cheeks. No panties. No bra.
 
She smiled to herself, a mix of nervousness and excitement.
 
Toh Bhola chahta hai main aise hi ghoomun? Theek hai… dekhte hain yeh kahan tak jaata hai.
 
She dropped the towel and slipped into the tiny sundress. The thin straps barely held her heavy breasts, the neckline plunging deep between them. The hem ended just below the curve of her ass — one wrong move and everything would be on display. Her nipples poked prominently through the soft fabric.
 
She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked like pure sin — a beautiful, curvy, milky wife dressed like a slut in her own house.
 
And she was starting to like it.
 
 
Simran came downstairs wearing the short pink sundress Bhola had chosen for her. The thin fabric clung to her body like a second skin. The hem barely reached the lower curve of her ass cheeks, so every step made the dress ride up dangerously, flashing the smooth, milky-white skin of her thighs and the soft underside of her plump ass. Her heavy breasts swayed freely underneath, the low neckline plunging deep between them, the thin straps barely holding the weight. Her dark nipples poked prominently through the soft material, two stiff points clearly visible. Her long, silky burgundy hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders. She looked like pure, walking sin — a beautiful, curvy, fertile wife dressed like she was begging to be fucked. The kind of outfit that screamed “crime about to happen.”
 
Bhola was already in the kitchen, focused on preparing both lunch and dinner as usual. He was chopping vegetables, stirring pots, completely absorbed in his work. When Simran entered, he looked up and greeted her with his usual calm, respectful smile.
 
That was it. No lingering stare. No hungry look. No comment on how devastating she looked in that tiny dress. He simply went back to chopping onions, his mind entirely on the food.
 
Simran felt a strange, awkward twist in her stomach. She had chosen this outfit (or rather, let Bhola choose it) expecting some reaction — some sign that he was affected by her, that he wanted her again. But Bhola was acting completely normal, like a dutiful servant doing his job. His thick cock was soft inside his pants, no obvious bulge, no sign of the animal she had seen earlier. The fact that he had picked this dress purely by chance — grabbing the first thing on top because he was in a hurry to get back to his tasks — never crossed her mind. In her head, Bhola had deliberately chosen the shortest, sluttiest dress because he wanted to see her like this, because he was already horny and planning to fuck her.
 
She stood there for a second, feeling oddly disappointed and self-conscious.
 
He’s not even looking… after everything we did yesterday, after I sucked his cock twice and swallowed his cum… he’s just cooking like nothing happened?
 
She broke the silence, trying to sound casual.
 
“Bhola… main cooking kar leti hoon. Tu rest kar le.”
“Bhola… I’ll do the cooking. You take rest.”
 
Bhola nodded without argument.
 
“Ji Bhabhi. Aap kar lo. Main sirf yeh sab cut kar deta hoon.”
“Yes Bhabhi. You do it. I’ll just cut all this.”
 
He stepped aside and let her take over the stove. As she stood in front of the counter, stirring the dal, Bhola moved behind her to reach for something on the shelf. For a brief second, his body brushed against hers, but he didn’t linger. He simply grabbed what he needed and stepped back.
 
A few minutes later, Bhola wiped his hands and said politely,
 
“Bhabhi… main abhi nahane ja raha hoon. Aapko kuch chahiye toh bata dena.”
“Bhabhi… I’m going to take a bath now. Tell me if you need anything.”
 
Simran nodded, her mind still spinning.
 
“Ji… jaao.”
 
Bhola left for the bathroom. Simran stood at the stove, her short sundress riding up slightly as she worked, her bare ass cheeks almost visible. She kept replaying the morning in her head, wondering why Bhola wasn’t reacting to her like she expected. In her mind, he must have been hard, must have wanted to fuck her right there, and that’s why he left so suddenly — to hide his erection.
 
In reality, Bhola was simply doing his chores. His mind was focused on the tasks at hand — cooking, cleaning, preparing for Ravi’s return. He was like a robot when he worked: single-minded, efficient, and completely unaware of the storm of thoughts and desires swirling inside Simran.
 
Fifteen minutes later, Bhola came back, freshly bathed and changed into clean clothes. He walked into the kitchen and saw Simran still at the stove.
 
“Bhabhi… aapne sab kar liya? Main madad karun?”
“Bhabhi… have you done everything? Shall I help?”
 
Simran turned to look at him, her heart skipping slightly at the sight of his clean, fresh face. She smiled softly, trying to hide the whirlwind inside her.
 
“Haan….”
 
Bhola nodded and sat down quietly, waiting for lunch to be served.
 
The house felt normal on the surface.
 
But underneath, Simran’s mind was anything but calm.
 
Bhola came back downstairs after his bath, his hair still damp and glistening, a few drops of water sliding down the side of his neck. He had dressed neatly in a simple white T-shirt that hugged his strong chest and shoulders, and a pair of clean black trousers. He looked fresh, composed, and dutiful — the perfect servant, ready for the day ahead.
 
Simran’s heart skipped when she saw him. The way the damp fabric clung to his body, the way his broad shoulders filled the T-shirt, the way his trousers sat low on his hips… she felt an instant, powerful urge to jump on him right there in the kitchen. To pull him close, to feel that thick, heavy cock against her again, to drop to her knees and take him back into her mouth. Her pussy clenched at the thought, a fresh wave of wetness soaking into her tiny panties under the short sundress.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

But Bhola had no idea.
 
He moved around the kitchen with calm efficiency, checking the dal on the stove, tasting the chicken, stirring the sabzi — completely focused on his work. He didn’t glance at her ass, didn’t stare at the way her heavy breasts strained against the thin sundress, didn’t notice how the short hem barely covered the lower curve of her plump ass cheeks. He was simply doing his job, like always.
 
This specific quality of Bhola — his single-minded simplicity, his ability to switch from animalistic hunger to calm duty in the blink of an eye — was something Simran was only beginning to sense. She didn’t fully understand it yet. To her, it felt like he could turn it on and off at will, like he was in complete control while she was losing hers. It made her feel both safe and strangely frustrated.
 
As luck would have it, Bhola did notice her beautiful ass for a brief moment. The short pink sundress had ridden up slightly as she stood at the counter, the soft fabric taut over her round, heart-shaped cheeks. If he had knelt down, he would have had a clear view of her naked pussy and ass underneath — no panties, just smooth, milky-white skin and the glistening pink lips of her pussy. But he didn’t look. He didn’t linger. Such was the simplicity of Bhola. His mind was on the food, on the tasks, on serving her properly. He wasn’t hunting for opportunities to fuck her. He was simply there, ready if she asked.
 
He finished stirring the dal and turned to her politely.
 
“Bhabhi… kya aapko kuch aur chahiye? Main kuch aur bana dun?”
“Bhabhi… do you need anything else? Shall I make something more?”
 
Simran shook her head, trying to hide the heat rising in her cheeks.
 
“Unnhunn… bas yahi theek hai.”
“Unnhunn… this is fine.”
 
Bhola nodded once, gave her a small, respectful smile, and went back to his work without another word.
 
Simran stood there, spoon in hand, feeling the weight of her own desires pressing down on her. She was dressed like a slut in her own kitchen, her body screaming for attention, and Bhola was calmly cooking lunch like it was any other day.
 
The contrast was driving her crazy.
 
Simran was standing near the kitchen counter, absentmindedly stirring the dal, when she heard Bhola’s phone ringing from his small room at the back of the house. The ringtone was simple and loud, cutting through the quiet morning air. Bhola quickly wiped his hands on a towel and hurried to his room to answer it.
 
Simran continued her work, but after a couple of minutes, she noticed he hadn’t come back. Five minutes passed. Then ten. The dal was ready, but Bhola still hadn’t returned. She felt a small knot of confusion in her stomach. What’s taking him so long? she thought. Is everything okay?
 
Finally, after almost twelve minutes, Bhola emerged from his room. His eyes were red and teary, his face pale and shaken. He looked completely different from the calm, composed man who had been cooking just minutes ago.
 
Simran’s heart dropped. She immediately stepped toward him.
 
“Bhola… kya hua? Sab theek hai?”
“Bhola… what happened? Is everything okay?”
 
Bhola’s voice cracked as he spoke, trying to hold back tears.
 
“Bhabhi… mera bhai Jai ne call kiya tha. Mere Baba ko achanak heart attack aaya hai. Abhi unhe hospital le ja rahe hain… City Care Nursing Home. Doctor ne kaha critical hai.”
“Bhabhi… my brother Jai called. My father had a sudden heart attack. They are taking him to the hospital right now… City Care Nursing Home. The doctor said it’s critical.”
 
Simran’s face softened with genuine concern. She reached out and gently held both his hands.
 
“Yeh bahut badi baat hai. Unhe kahan le ja rahe hain exactly? City Care Nursing Home… woh Sector 22 mein hai na?”
“This is a very serious matter. Where exactly are they taking him? City Care Nursing Home… it’s in Sector 22, right?”
 
Bhola nodded, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.
 
“Haan Bhabhi… wahi. Par family ne kaha hai abhi aane ki zarurat nahi hai. Unhone mujhe ghar bhejne ko kaha hai. Komal Bhabhi akeli hai ghar pe ek guest ke saath. Unhe madad ki zarurat pad sakti hai.”
“Yes Bhabhi… that one. But the family said there’s no need to come right now. They asked me to go home. Komal Bhabhi is alone at home with a guest. She might need help.”
 
Simran squeezed his hands tighter, her voice kind but firm.
 
“Bhola, tum abhi hospital jaao. Papa ko dekh lo pehle. Phir ghar jaana. Komal Bhabhi ko bhi bata dena. Family ko akela mat chhodo is waqt.”
“Bhola, you go to the hospital right now. See Papa first. Then go home. Tell Komal Bhabhi also. Don’t leave the family alone at this time.”
 
Bhola looked at her gratefully, though his eyes were still wet.
 
“Ji Bhabhi… main abhi jaata hoon.”
“Yes Bhabhi… I’m going right now.”
 
Simran nodded.
 
“Jao abhi. Time waste mat karo. Savdhani se chalana.”
“Go now. Don’t waste time. Drive safely.”
 
Bhola quickly grabbed his helmet and keys. His old Splendor bike was parked outside. Within the next five minutes, he had changed into a clean shirt, taken some money from his room, and was ready to leave. He gave Simran one last respectful nod before starting the bike and riding off.
 
The sound of the engine faded down the street, and the house suddenly felt empty — quieter than it had in a long time.
 
Simran stood at the doorway for a few moments, watching the empty driveway. The silence pressed in on her. She felt strangely alone, even though she had been craving some space from Bhola just an hour ago. The house, usually filled with his quiet presence, now seemed too big, too still.
 
She went upstairs slowly and sat down on the edge of her bed. Her mind drifted to Bhola’s father — an old man she had never met, now fighting for his life in a middle-class nursing home. She felt a pang of sympathy for Bhola, for his family, for the suddenness of it all.
 
Then a practical thought hit her.
 
I should tell Ravi.
 
She picked up her phone from the bedside table and dialed Ravi’s number. The call rang… and rang… but there was no reply. It went to voicemail and she left a msg.
 
Simran stared at the screen for a long moment, the weight of the empty house settling around her.
 
Simran sat on the edge of her bed after Bhola left, the house now completely silent except for the distant hum of the ceiling fan. She stared at her phone for a long moment, wondering if Ravi was busy in a meeting or still on the road. The quiet felt heavier than usual. She stood up and walked to the full-length mirror on the wardrobe door.
 
The reflection staring back at her made her breath catch.
 
She was dripping with sex.
 
The short pink sundress Bhola had chosen for her clung to her body like it was painted on. The thin fabric stretched across her heavy, full breasts, her dark nipples clearly visible as stiff peaks pushing against the material. The low neckline plunged deep between her cleavage, showing the soft, creamy inner curves. The hem barely covered the lower half of her ass — one slight bend and everything would be on display. Her thick, pear-shaped ass looked even rounder and more inviting in the short dress, the fabric hugging the full, jiggling globes. Her long, milky-white thighs were completely exposed, smooth and soft, leading up to the hidden heat between her legs.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Her face was still flushed from the morning’s activities, lips slightly swollen from sucking Bhola’s cock, hair messy and wild. She looked like a woman who had just been thoroughly used — a beautiful, fertile wife dressed like a slut in her own home.
 
Shame washed over her in a hot wave.
 
Look at yourself… what have you become? On one hand you’re the loving wife who cooked breakfast for Ravi every morning, who waited for him every night. On the other hand… you were on your knees in Bhola’s room, sucking his huge cock like a desperate whore, swallowing his thick cum while your husband was on his way home. You were about to give yourself completely to your servant… just because of that cock. That monster between his legs.
 
Her stomach twisted with embarrassment, but at the same time, a deep, dark tingle ran through her pussy. She pressed her thighs together, feeling the wetness still there from earlier.
 
The phone rang, snapping her out of the trance. It was Ravi calling back.
 
Simran answered quickly, trying to sound normal.
 
“Hello, Ravi.”
 
“Hey, baby. Sorry, I was in the car. What happened? You said Bhola’s father had a heart attack?”
 
Simran explained everything Bhola had told her — the sudden call, the hospital, the family asking him to go home to help Komal Bhabhi with the guest.
 
Ravi listened quietly, then sighed.
 
“Poor Bhola. Tell him to take as much time as he needs. Family comes first. I’ll manage with cabs for a few days if needed. But Simran… I have to go to Korea day after tomorrow for a week. I’m worried about you staying alone in the house. Let me think about it and we’ll figure something out when I get home tonight.”
 
Simran felt a small pang of guilt at the concern in his voice.
 
“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. You focus on your work.”
 
They exchanged a few more loving words before ending the call.
 
Simran placed the phone on the bed and looked at herself in the mirror again. The shame was still there, but so was the heat. She couldn’t stop herself. She picked up the phone, unlocked it with her fingerprint, and opened the hidden folder.
 
The first photo loaded.
 
There it was — her own face, beautiful and flushed, mouth stretched obscenely wide around Bhola’s enormous, dark cock. The thick shaft disappeared between her lips, her eyes looking up with pure lust, spit and precum dripping down her chin onto her heavy breasts. The contrast was breathtaking: her milky-white skin against the veiny, dark monster. She looked like a sex goddess made for sucking cock.
 
Her adrenaline surged. Goosebumps exploded across her arms and thighs. The fine hair on her body stood on end. Her pussy clenched hard, a fresh gush of wetness soaking into her panties.
 
She quickly edited the photo to blur her eyes for safety, made a copy, and sent it to Preeti with no caption. Preeti had been messaging her nonstop since yesterday, begging for details about Bhola’s dick.
 
Even during the call with Ravi earlier, Preeti had sent a gif of a huge black cock being sucked, followed by a string of fire emojis.
 
Preeti replied almost instantly.
 
Preeti: O M G
 
Then another message popped up immediately.
 
Preeti: Open a bottle of whiskey. Reaching in 5.
 
Simran stared at the messages, her heart racing, a strange mix of fear and excitement flooding her body.
 
The secrets were multiplying.
 
Simran sat alone in the living room for a long time after Bhola left, her mind spinning. She kept replaying everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours — the intense blowjobs, the way Bhola had eaten her pussy like a starving man, the massive load of thick cum he had pumped into her mouth, and the filthy video he had secretly recorded on her phone. A part of her felt deeply ashamed, but another part of her felt strangely alive and hungry for more.
 
She needed someone to tell her that what she was feeling wasn’t completely wrong. And the only person she could talk to about this was Preeti.
 
Time passed in a blur. Before she knew it, the calling bell rang.
 
Simran opened the door to find Preeti standing there with a mischievous grin. The moment their eyes met, Preeti stepped inside and pulled Simran into a tight, excited hug, almost lifting her off the ground.
 
“You bastard!” Preeti laughed into her ear, squeezing her tightly. “You actually sent me that photo. I almost dropped my phone.”
 
Simran pulled back, half-shocked and half-amused by the abuse.
 
“Preeti! What the hell—”
 
But Preeti was already grinning like a devil. She grabbed Simran’s hand and pulled her upstairs toward the balcony without waiting for an invitation.
 
They settled into the chairs on the covered balcony. The evening sun was beginning to set, casting a golden-orange glow across the sky. Preeti immediately opened her phone and brought up the photo Simran had sent her — the one where Simran’s lips were stretched wide around Bhola’s massive, dark cock, cum already starting to leak from the corners of her mouth.
 
Preeti stared at it for a long second, then turned to Simran with wide eyes.
 
“Simmu…” she said, her voice low and full of filthy admiration. “You look so fucking sexy in this. So hot. I can’t believe this is you. Your face… your eyes… the way your lips are wrapped around that monster. God, you look like you were born to suck cock.”
 
Simran felt her face burn, but she couldn’t deny the twisted thrill that ran through her at Preeti’s words. She remembered Bhola saying almost the exact same thing while she was sucking him.
 
“Bhabhi aap kitni sundar lag rahi ho…”
“Bhabhi you are looking so beautiful…”
 
Preeti took a sip of her gin tonic and leaned forward, eyes gleaming with curiosity and lust.
 
“Tell me everything. Does it taste that good? How much cum does he actually produce? Did he fuck you already? How the hell did you even take all of that in your mouth? I need it too, Simmu. Please. I’m serious. I need that cock. Please, please, please…”
 
Simran quickly raised her hand to stop her.
 
“Preeti, stop. Hold your horses. We didn’t do anything else yet… other than…”
 
Preeti finished the sentence for her with a wicked smile.
 
“…other than you sucking his huge cock like a desperate slut.”
 
Simran bit her lip and nodded, her voice dropping lower.
 
“Yeah… that. And he produces a lot, Preeti. I mean… a fucking lot. The first time, it was already thick and heavy. But the second time? It was like he hadn’t cum in weeks. Thick, creamy ropes kept shooting into my mouth. I was swallowing as fast as I could but it still overflowed. It was running down my chin, dripping onto my tits… I felt so full. And the taste…” She paused, her cheeks flushing deeper. “It was strong. Salty, a little sweet, and so fucking thick. I could feel it coating my throat even after I swallowed.”

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Preeti’s eyes were wide, her breathing slightly heavier.
 
“Fuck… and you swallowed it? Both times?”
 
Simran nodded slowly.
 
“I tried to drink every drop. He kept cumming and cumming. I’ve never seen a man shoot that much. And the way it felt in my mouth… so heavy, so warm. I felt like such a dirty whore… but I liked it, Preeti. I really liked it.”
 
Preeti stared at her friend for a long moment, then took a big sip of her drink.
 
“Jesus Christ, Simran. You’re telling me this guy has a monster cock, shoots cum like a fucking horse, and you’ve already swallowed two loads from him… and you still haven’t let him fuck you yet?”
 
Simran looked away, her voice soft but honest.
 
“I’m scared. He’s too big. And… things are already moving so fast. I don’t know what’s happening to me anymore.”
 
Preeti reached across and squeezed her hand, her voice turning softer but still filled with filthy excitement.
 
“I get it. But Simmu… if his cock looks like that and he cums like that… I need it too. I’m not even joking. I want to feel that thing stretching me open. I want to see how much cum he can actually pump inside a pussy.”
 
Simran didn’t reply. She just took another sip of her drink, staring out at the setting sun, her mind spinning with everything that had happened — and everything that might still happen.
 
The secrets between them were growing heavier by the minute.
 
Simran sat quietly, swirling the gin in her glass. Preeti leaned back in her chair, studying her friend’s face for a few seconds before speaking again.
 
“I know I’m being selfish here,” Preeti said honestly. “But who wouldn’t be? That man is a walking sex god, Simmu. That cock… fuck. I saw the photo. I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s not just big — it’s *obscene*. Thick, veiny, and the way it was stretching your mouth… I’m telling you, very few women get to experience something like that in their lifetime.”
 
She took a sip and continued.
 
“But listen to me carefully. Don’t even think about telling Ravi. Not now. Not ever. He won’t understand. I stand corrected — there is actually nothing to understand. He will not accept even what has already happened. You sucking Bhola’s cock, swallowing his cum, letting him eat your pussy… Ravi will lose his mind if he ever finds out. It’s very, very risky.”
 
Simran looked at her, confused.
 
“But you said he will understand…”
 
Preeti shook her head.
 
“I was being too casual earlier. The truth is, no husband will accept this easily. Especially not when the other man has a cock like that. It’s not just cheating — it’s humiliation for him. So if you want to continue this… whatever this is… you have to be extremely careful. Don’t tell him. Ever.”
 
Simran stayed quiet for a few seconds, then Preeti again spoke in a low voice.
 
“Why don’t you make him your Bull?”
 
Simran raised an eyebrow and immediately got defensive.
 
“My what? I am not an animal, Preeti.”
 
Preeti laughed softly and shook her head.
 
“No, that’s not what I meant. I’m saying… why don’t you use him to get pregnant? Like I’m planning to. Why don’t you let Bhola fuck you raw and knock you up?”
 
Simran’s eyes widened.
 
“It’s more complicated than that, Preeti.”
 
“Why complicated?” Preeti asked, genuinely curious.
 
Simran almost shouted, her voice filled with frustration and raw honesty.
 
“Because deep down, I want to keep him for myself for as long as possible! And…”
 
Her words trailed off. She couldn’t finish the sentence.
 
Preeti completed it for her, her voice calm but direct.
 
“…Pregnancy would mean no more sex. At least not for a long time.”
 
Simran looked away, embarrassed that Preeti had read her so clearly.
 
Preeti leaned forward again.
 
“In that case, have sex as long as possible. Enjoy that cock while you can. Fuck him. Suck him. Let him fill you up whenever you want. I would never tell anyone, you know that, right? Your secret is safe with me. So don’t worry about that.”
 
She paused, then added in a lower, filthier tone.
 
“Simmu… that dick is too good to waste. If I were in your place, I would be riding it every single day until I couldn’t walk straight. You have a golden opportunity sitting right in your house. A young, strong, hung man who’s already obsessed with you. Don’t throw it away just because you’re scared.”
 
Simran stayed quiet, staring into her glass. Preeti’s words were sinking in — dangerous, tempting, and filthy.
 
The sun had almost set, and the balcony was slowly getting darker.
 
Preeti’s phone rang suddenly while they were still sitting on the balcony. She glanced at the screen, and her expression changed immediately.
 
“I have to go,” she said, getting up quickly. “Some emergency at the hospital. One of my patients has gone into early labour.”
 
Simran stood up as well. “Everything okay?”
 
“I don’t know yet. I’ll call you later,” Preeti replied, already moving toward the stairs. She gave Simran a quick hug at the door. “Take care of yourself, okay? And think about what I said.”
 
After Preeti left, the house felt strangely quiet. Simran stood in the living room for a while, feeling the weight of everything that had happened in the last two days. Her body was tired, but her mind was restless. She decided to take a warm shower.
 
The hot water helped. She stood under the shower for a long time, letting it wash over her skin, washing away the dried traces of Bhola’s cum from her breasts and the lingering scent of sex from her body. By the time she came out, wrapped in a towel, her eyes were heavy. She didn’t even bother wearing anything fancy — just a loose old T-shirt and a pair of soft shorts. She fell onto the bed and was asleep within minutes.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Ravi came home much later than usual, around 9 PM. Simran was still asleep when she heard the main door open. She woke up groggily and came downstairs to find him removing his shoes.
 
“You’re late today,” she said, rubbing her eyes.
 
Ravi looked tired. He walked up to her and gave her a quick hug.
 
“Yeah… had a long day. I need to talk to you about something.”
 
They sat in the living room. Ravi didn’t waste time.
 
“I have to go out of the country tomorrow,” he said. “The Bangalore project has moved faster than expected. They want me to go to Korea for a few days to understand their system before we start work in India. I’ll be leaving tomorrow morning.”
 
Simran sat up straighter. “Tomorrow? For how long?”
 
“Just a couple of days. Maximum four or five. I’ll try to wrap it up quickly.”
 
She frowned, clearly worried. “But… you just came back from Bangalore. And now suddenly Korea?”
 
“I know,” Ravi sighed. “It’s sudden. But this is a big project, Simran. I have to go.”
 
There was a short silence before Ravi spoke again.
 
“Listen… since I’ll be away, why don’t you go to your sister’s place in Bangalore for a few days? You’ll have company, and I won’t have to worry about you staying alone in the house.”
 
Simran shook her head immediately.
 
“No, it’s fine. I’ll manage here. Bhola will be back tomorrow morning anyway. He said he’ll return after checking on his father.”
 
Ravi looked at her for a moment, as if he wanted to argue, but then nodded.
 
“Okay… if you’re sure. Just be careful. And call me if you need anything.”
 
They had a quiet dinner together. Ravi looked exhausted, and Simran didn’t push him for more details. After dinner, they went upstairs. Ravi changed and fell asleep quickly, clearly drained from the day.
 
Simran lay awake for a long time, staring at the ceiling.
 
 
The next morning, Ravi woke up early and packed a small suitcase. He moved quietly around the room while Simran sat on the bed, watching him. By 9 AM, he was ready to leave.
 
He kissed her on the forehead.
 
“Take care of yourself. I’ll call you once I reach Korea. And don’t hesitate to call Bhola if you need anything, okay?”
 
Simran nodded. “Safe travels. Text me when you land.”
 
After Ravi left, the house once again felt empty. Simran had her breakfast alone and then went to the small garden at the back of the house. She needed some fresh air. She was watering the plants and pulling out a few weeds when she suddenly heard the front door open.
 
The sound made her pause.
 
She stood still for a second, listening. The gate had opened, and someone had stepped inside.
 
Simran slowly put down the watering can and turned toward the house, wondering who it could be.
 
Simran had just stepped out of the bedroom, still wearing the short, loose nightie from the previous night. The thin fabric barely reached the top of her thighs, and without a bra, her heavy breasts swayed freely underneath, the dark outlines of her nipples clearly visible. She had kept on a small white panty, but the rest of her body was barely covered. She looked like pure temptation — a beautiful, curvy wife dressed for sin in her own home.
 
She was heading toward the bathroom when the doorbell rang.
 
Her heart jumped. She walked to the door and opened it.
 
Bhola stood there, bag in hand, his clothes slightly dusty from the journey. The moment their eyes met, a flash of lightning lit up the sky behind him, followed by a low rumble of thunder.
 
Without a single word, Bhola dropped his bag on the floor, stepped inside, and kicked the door shut behind him. In one powerful motion, he grabbed Simran by the waist and lifted her clean off the ground. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his hips, straddling him as he pushed her back against the wall.
 
Their mouths crashed together in a hungry, desperate kiss. It wasn’t gentle. It was raw, filthy, and full of pent-up need. Tongues slid deep, sucking and licking, spit mixing messily as they devoured each other like they had been starving for days.
 
“Mmmphhh… ummmmm…” Simran moaned into his mouth, her hands gripping the back of his neck, pulling him closer.
 
Bhola broke the kiss only for a second, growling against her lips.
 
“Bhabhi… main bahut miss kar raha tha aapko… aapki chuchiyan… aapka muh… sab kuch…”
“Bhabhi… I was missing you so much… your boobs… your mouth… everything…”
 
Then he kissed her again, harder, his tongue fucking her mouth while his hands roamed over her body.
 
He couldn’t wait.
 
With one rough pull, he yanked the thin straps of her nightie down her shoulders. The fabric tore slightly at the seams as he tugged it down to her waist, freeing her heavy, milk-filled breasts. They bounced out, full and soft, nipples already stiff and leaking.
 
Bhola latched onto her right tit like a starving animal. He sucked hard and deep, taking a large portion of the soft flesh into his mouth. Milk jetted against his tongue in thick, warm streams.
 
“Aaahhhhh… Bhola…!” Simran cried out, her head falling back against the wall, her legs tightening around his waist.
 
He was sucking like a man possessed — loud, greedy, animalistic pulls that made wet, obscene slurping sounds echo in the hallway. Milk leaked from the corners of his mouth, running down his chin and dripping onto her stomach and the front of his shirt.
 
It had not even been 24 hours since he had left, but the moment he walked back in, he was ravishing her like he had been denied for weeks.
 
Simran’s hands gripped his hair, pulling him harder against her breast.
 
“Choos le… pi le mera doodh… aaahhh… itna zor se mat… meri chuchiyan… aaahhh… Bhola… tu pagal ho gaya hai…”
“Suck… drink my milk… aaahhh… not so hard… my boobs… aaahhh… Bhola… you have gone mad…”
 
Bhola switched to the left tit, sucking even harder, his teeth grazing the sensitive nipple. Milk sprayed across his face as he drank from her like he was addicted. His hands squeezed both breasts roughly, milking them downward, forcing more milk to flow.
 
Simran was moaning nonstop, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, grinding her soaked panty against the hard bulge in his pants.
 
She leaned down and started kissing his face — his forehead, his cheeks, his lips — tasting her own milk on his skin while he continued to devour her tits.
 
“Ummmm… Bhola… tu mera doodh pi raha hai jaise bhookha ho… aaahhh… choos le… pi le sab… meri chuchiyan teri hain aaj…”
 
Bhola growled against her breast, sucking harder, his face now completely covered in her milk. He was lost in her — in the softness, in the taste, in the way her body responded to him.
 
Simran’s head fell back again, her moans growing louder as he kept sucking like a man who had been denied for years.
 
The front door was barely closed, and already the house was filled with the filthy, wet sounds of Bhola drinking from his married Bhabhi’s tits while she moaned like a whore in his arms.
 
And neither of them wanted to stop.
 
Bhola didn’t even give Simran time to think.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

The moment the front door clicked shut, he lifted her higher in his arms, her legs locked tightly around his waist, and started walking toward his room at the back of the house. All the while, his mouth stayed glued to her right tit, sucking with raw, animalistic hunger.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… dheere… aaahhh… tu kitna zor se choos raha hai…
“Aaahhh… Bhola… slow… aaahhh… you’re sucking so fucking hard…” Simran moaned, her head falling back, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
 
He was drinking from her like a man who had been denied for years. Loud, wet, greedy slurps filled the hallway as thick streams of warm milk jetted into his mouth. He swallowed noisily, but still more overflowed, running down his chin and soaking the front of his shirt.
 
“Ummmm… gluck… slurp… mmmphhh…” The filthy sounds echoed as he walked, never once letting go of her nipple.
“Ummmm… Bhola… you’re drinking my milk like you’re starving… aaahhh… suck… drink it all… my boobs are yours today…”
 
Simran’s moans grew louder, more broken.
 
“Aaahhh… fuck… Bhola… meri chuchiyan… aaahhh… itna zor se mat chooso… aaahhh… main mar jaungi… ummmm… aaahhh… choos le… pi le sab doodh… meri badi-badi chuchiyan teri hain aaj…”
“Aaahhh… fuck… Bhola… my boobs… aaahhh… don’t suck so hard… aaahhh… I’ll die… ummmmm… aaahhh… suck… drink all the milk… my big-big boobs are yours today…”
 
Bhola switched to her left tit without missing a step, latching on even harder. His teeth grazed the sensitive nipple, making her cry out. His strong hands were mauling her plump, soft ass the entire time — kneading the heavy, jiggly flesh like warm dough, fingers spreading her ass cheeks, squeezing hard enough to leave faint red marks. Every step made her ass bounce in his palms, the thin fabric of her panties wedged deep between her cheeks, rubbing against her soaked pussy.
 
“Uffff… Bhabhi… aapki gaand itni soft aur moti hai… main isko din bhar masalta reh sakta hoon… itni garam aur juicy… aaahhh…”
“Uffff… Bhabhi… your ass is so soft and thick… I can keep pressing it the whole day… so hot and juicy… aaahhh…”, he growled against her breast, his voice muffled and filthy.
 
Simran whimpered, grinding her dripping cunt against his hard abs as he carried her.
 
“Bhola… aaahhh… you’re so rough today… aaahhh… meri gaand ko itna zor se dabate ho… aaahhh… meri panty geeli ho rahi hai… aaahhh…”
“Bhola… aaahhh… you’re so rough today… aaahhh… pressing my ass so hard… aaahhh… my panty is getting wet… aaahhh…”
 
He reached his room, half-closed the door behind them with his foot, and finally lowered her onto his bed. But he didn’t stop sucking. He climbed over her, switching between her breasts with savage need — sucking one hard while mauling the other with his hand, pinching and tugging the nipple, making milk spray across his face and her chest.
 
Simran’s moans were continuous now, loud and shameless.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… choos le… pi le mera doodh… aaahhh… itna zor se… aaahhh… meri nipple phaad dega kya aaj… ummmmm… aaahhh… dono ko ek saath choos… aaahhh… meri chuchiyan teri hain… pi le sab… aaahhh… Bhola… tu mera doodh pi raha hai jaise bhookha ho… aaahhh… choos le zor se… meri badi-badi chuchiyan kha ja…”
“Aaahhh… Bhola… suck… drink my milk… aaahhh… so hard… aaahhh… are you going to tear my nipple today… ummmmm… aaahhh… suck both together… aaahhh… my boobs are yours… drink it all… aaahhh… Bhola… you’re drinking my milk like you’re starving… aaahhh… suck hard… eat my big-big boobs…”
 
 
Bhola growled like a beast against her soft flesh, sucking harder, his face now completely covered in her milk. His hands never stopped kneading her ass, spreading her cheeks, fingers brushing against her soaked panties and the heat of her dripping pussy.
 
Simran’s legs stayed locked around his waist, her hips grinding desperately against him, her voice breaking into filthy, needy moans as he devoured her tits like they belonged only to him.
 
The room was thick with the wet, obscene sounds of sucking, the slap of flesh, and Simran’s loud, broken cries of pleasure.
 
And Bhola had no intention of stopping anytime soon. He was lost in her — in the softness of her breasts, in the sweet taste of her milk, in the way her body trembled and begged for more under his mouth and hands.
 
Bhola lowered Simran onto his bed but only for a few seconds. His eyes were dark with lust. He grabbed the torn nightie still bunched around her waist and yanked it down her legs roughly, throwing it aside. Now she was completely naked except for her mangalsutra and the tiny white panty that barely covered her pussy.
 
The moment Bhola saw her like that — lying on his bed, heavy milk-filled tits rising and falling with her heavy breathing, the thin gold mangalsutra resting between her deep cleavage, and that small, flimsy panty clinging to her cunt — something snapped inside him.
 
His cock throbbed violently inside his pants.
 
He became mad.
 
Without wasting a second, he hooked both his thumbs into the waistband of her tiny panty and pulled it down in one rough, impatient motion. The fabric stretched and almost tore at the seams as he yanked it off her legs. Simran’s smooth, plump pussy came into view — swollen, pink, and already glistening.
 
“Bhola… wait… aaahhh…” Simran tried to say something, her voice shaky, but Bhola wasn’t listening.
 
He quickly opened his pants and pulled out his thick, hard monster cock. It sprang out angrily — dark, veiny, and already leaking thick precum from the fat bulbous head. Before Simran could finish her sentence, he climbed over her, straddled her chest, and shoved his cock straight into her open mouth.
 
Simran’s eyes widened for a second, but her mouth opened automatically, welcoming the thick rod like it belonged there. The heavy, warm head stretched her lips wide as it slid inside. She immediately started sucking on the huge bulb, her tongue swirling around the leaking slit, tasting his salty precum.
 
“Mmmphhh… gluck… ummmm…” she moaned around his cock, her hands reaching up to grab his heavy balls. She squeezed them gently at first, then firmer, feeling how full and tight they were.
 
Bhola groaned loudly above her.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhabhi… aapka muh… itna garam aur geela hai… aaahhh…”
“Aaahhh… Bhabhi… your mouth… is so hot and wet… aaahhh…”
 
He didn’t stay still for long. He leaned forward, pushing more of his thick cock into her mouth, and at the same time buried his face between her spread thighs.
 
The moment his tongue touched her pussy, he lost control.
 
Her cunt was already soaked. Thick, white, creamy juices coated her pink folds — evidence of how turned on she had been since morning. Bhola started slurping her pussy like a thirsty tiger drinking from a lake. Loud, wet, obscene sounds filled the room as he licked and sucked her swollen lips, drinking her juices noisily.
 
“Slurrrrp… gluck… mmmphhh… slurrrrp…”
 
Simran’s entire body jerked. She moaned loudly around his cock, the sound muffled and broken.
 
“Mmmphhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… meri choot… aaahhh… itna zor se mat chooso… aaahhh… mmmphhh…”
“Mmmphhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… my pussy… aaahhh… don’t suck so hard… aaahhh… mmmphhh…”
 
Her pussy was dripping. Every time Bhola’s tongue dragged through her folds, more of her thick white cream mixed with his spit and leaked down toward her ass. He was eating her like a man possessed — sucking her clit, pushing his tongue deep inside her hole, and slurping loudly like he wanted to drink every drop of her juice.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Simran’s hips started bucking against his face. She was sucking his cock harder now, her head moving up and down as much as she could in this position, her hands still massaging his balls. Saliva and precum were dripping down her chin onto her neck and mangalsutra.
 
Bhola pulled his mouth away from her pussy for just a second, his face shiny and wet with her juices.
 
“Bhabhi… aapki choot itni geeli aur swadisht hai… main isko din bhar choosta reh sakta hoon…”
“Bhabhi… your pussy is so wet and tasty… I can keep licking it the whole day…”
 
Then he dove back in, sucking even harder, making loud, filthy slurping noises as he drank from her leaking cunt while Simran moaned and gagged softly around his thick cock.
 
The room was filled with wet, obscene sounds — her sucking, his slurping, and her broken, desperate moans.
 
Bhola was relentless.
 
He kept his face buried between Simran’s thick thighs, licking and sucking her swollen pussy with loud, wet, animalistic sounds. His tongue dragged heavily through her folds, lapping up the thick, creamy white juices that kept leaking out of her. Every few seconds he would suck her clit hard, making obscene slurping noises that filled the small room.
 
“Slurrrrp… gluck… mmmphhh… slurrrrp…”
 
Simran’s body was already trembling. She was moaning continuously around his thick cock, her mouth stretched wide as she sucked on the fat head while her hands squeezed his heavy balls.
 
“Aaahhh… mmmphhh… Bhola… aaahhh… aaahhh… itna zor se nehi… aaahhh… main… aaahhh…”
 
Her first orgasm hit her suddenly.
 
Her thighs clamped around his head as her back arched off the bed. A broken, high-pitched cry escaped her mouth even with his cock still inside it.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bholaaa… main… main aaahhhhhh… aaahhh… fuck… aaahhh…”
 
Her pussy convulsed violently. Thick, white, creamy juices gushed out of her in waves, soaking Bhola’s mouth and chin. Her whole body shook as the orgasm tore through her.
 
But Bhola didn’t stop.
 
Instead, while she was still cumming, he pushed one long, thick finger deep inside her soaked cunt. The finger was long enough to reach places Ravi’s cock had never touched. The moment it curled upward and pressed hard against her G-spot, Simran’s eyes rolled back.
 
“AAHHHHH… BHOLAAAA…!”
 
Her second orgasm crashed into her before the first one had even finished.
 
Her pussy squirted. A hot, clear stream mixed with her thick white cream sprayed out around his finger as her body convulsed violently. She was moaning and crying at the same time, completely lost.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… ruk ja… aaahhh… main mar jaungi… aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… meri… aaahhh… jaan nikal rahi hai… aaahhh…”
 
Bhola growled against her pussy and dove in even deeper. He started slurping loudly, drinking her squirting juices like he was dying of thirst. His finger kept fucking her G-spot in short, firm strokes while his tongue licked and sucked everything that came out of her.
 
“Slurrrrp… gluck… mmmphhh… slurrrrp… aaahhh Bhabhi… aapka paani bahut swadisht hai…”
 
Simran was gone.
 
For almost five full minutes, she lay there shaking, moaning, and whimpering while Bhola kept eating her through multiple small aftershocks. Her mind was completely blank. All she could feel was his tongue and that long finger destroying her.
 
Slowly, she started coming back to her senses.
 
Her breathing was still ragged. She opened her eyes and realized Bhola’s thick cock was still resting against her lips. Without thinking, she opened her mouth and took the fat head back inside, sucking it lazily.
 
That’s when she discovered something.
 
While sucking him, she ran her hand from his ass crack all the way forward to his heavy balls and gave them a firm squeeze. The moment she did that, Bhola’s cock swelled up inside her mouth like crazy — becoming even thicker and harder.
 
Simran’s eyes widened.
 
She did it again. She rubbed her palm slowly from his ass to his balls, pressing firmly, and immediately felt his cock throb and grow even bigger in her mouth.
 
“Ummmm… mmmphhh…” she moaned around his dick, realizing what she had just found.
 
She started doing it repeatedly — rubbing from his ass to his balls while sucking him. Every single time she did it, his cock swelled and throbbed violently inside her mouth.
 
Somewhere in between, she realized Bhola had completely removed his pants and underwear. He was now fully naked from the waist down, his strong thighs straddling her chest as he kept licking her pussy.
 
Bhola was breathing heavily now. His hips were starting to move on their own.
 
“Bhabhi… aap aise mat kijiye… aaahhh… main… aaahhh… control nahi kar pa raha…”
“Bhabhi… don’t do like this… aaahhh… I… aaahhh… I can’t control…”
 
But Simran didn’t stop. She kept rubbing that sensitive spot between his ass and balls while sucking harder.
 
It became too much for him.
 
With a loud, guttural groan, Bhola’s cock erupted inside her mouth like a broken hosepipe.
 
Thick, hot cum shot out in powerful, heavy spurts. The first few ropes were so strong that Simran couldn’t swallow fast enough. His cock slipped out of her mouth with a wet pop, and the next thick jet splashed directly across her face — hitting her cheek, nose, and one eye.
 
“AAHHHH… BHABHI…!”
 
More cum kept shooting out in long, thick ropes. It landed on her lips, her chin, and even on her mangalsutra. Some of it dripped down onto her heavy breasts.
 
Simran quickly grabbed his throbbing cock with both hands and shoved the head back into her mouth, trying to catch the rest of it. She started swallowing as fast as she could, but the flow was endless. Thick, warm cum kept filling her mouth in heavy waves. Some of it leaked out from the corners of her lips and ran down her neck.
 
She was moaning around his cock while drinking him, her hand still rubbing that spot between his ass and balls, milking him for every drop.
 
Bhola’s body was shaking above her as he kept cumming, thick ropes of cum still shooting into her mouth even after almost a minute.
 
Simran’s face was a complete mess — covered in his thick white cum, one eye half-closed, her mangalsutra shiny and wet, and her mouth still wrapped around his pulsing cock as she kept swallowing whatever she could.
 
And Bhola was still not done.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Bhola had no intention of stopping.
 
Even as thick ropes of his cum were still leaking from the corners of Simran’s mouth, he kept his long middle finger buried deep inside her soaked cunt, curling it hard against her G-spot with every slow thrust. At the same time, his tongue dragged filthily between her swollen pussy lips and her tight little asshole — slurping loudly, licking up every drop of her thick white cream mixed with his spit.
 
“Slurrrrp… gluck… mmmphhh… slurrrrp…”
 
Simran was still trying to recover. Her face was a complete mess — one eye half-closed with his thick cum, her mangalsutra shiny and sticky, her heavy tits glistening with white streaks. His massive cock was still resting against her lips, rock hard and throbbing, showing no signs of softening even after shooting such a huge load.
 
She opened her mouth and lazily took the fat head back inside, sucking gently while her hand stroked the thick shaft. But she was too overwhelmed to suck properly anymore. Instead, she relaxed and started planting soft, wet kisses all along the heavy length — from the base near his balls all the way up to the leaking tip. Every time she kissed it, a fresh bead of cum oozed out and she licked it clean.
 
“Ummmm… mmmphhh…” she moaned softly against his cock, her voice hoarse.
 
She wrapped her fingers around the thick base and slowly rubbed upward toward the head, as if she was trying to milk more cum out of him. Her other hand gently cupped and squeezed his heavy balls while she kept kissing his cock like it belonged to her — soft, loving, filthy kisses all over the veiny shaft.
 
Bhola groaned loudly into her pussy.
 
“Bhabhi… aap aise mat kijiye… aaahhh… main phir se… aaahhh…”
“Bhabhi… don’t do like this… aaahhh… I’m going to… aaahhh…”
 
But he didn’t stop eating her.
 
He was completely lost between her thick thighs. Her pussy looked obscene — swollen pink lips glistening like rose petals after rain, covered in thick, creamy white juices that kept leaking out. Droplets of her nectar clung to the sides of her lips and slowly dripped down toward her asshole. Bhola licked it all up greedily before pushing his long, strong tongue deep inside her cunt.
 
Simran’s body jerked violently.
 
“Aaahhh… Bholaaa…!”
 
His tongue was long and thick. It pushed deep into her undulating pussy, swirling and twisting inside her, fucking her with it. Every time he curled it upward, it dragged hard against her sensitive walls, making her hips buck wildly off the bed.
 
“AAHHHH… BHOLA… AAHHHH… MERI ….… AAHHHH… TU ANDAR TAK… AAHHHH…”
 
She was moaning nonstop now, her voice breaking. She tried to go back to sucking his cock but she was too far gone. She could only manage to hold it against her lips and moan around it while he destroyed her with his tongue.
 
Then Bhola did something that pushed her over the edge.
 
While his finger was still knuckle-deep in her pussy, he pulled his tongue out of her cunt and dragged it lower… straight toward her tight, untouched asshole.
 
The moment she felt his wet tongue press against her forbidden hole, Simran’s entire body reacted.
 
“BHOLAAAAA… NAAHI… AAHHHH…!”
 
She clamped her thick thighs shut around his head like a vice, trapping his face between her legs. Her back arched off the bed as a violent orgasm tore through her.
 
“AAHHHHH… AAHHHHH… MAIN… MAIN ….… AAHHHHH… BHOLAAAAA…!”
 
Her pussy convulsed hard around his finger. A thick, creamy squirt mixed with her white juices sprayed out, soaking his mouth and chin. Her asshole clenched and fluttered right against his tongue as she came violently. Her whole body was shaking uncontrollably, her moans loud, broken, and shameless.
 
“AAHHHH… AAHHHH… RUK JA… AAHHHH… MERI GAAND MAT CHOO… AAHHHH… MAIN… AAHHHH… MAR JAUNGI… AAHHHHH…!”
 
Bhola didn’t pull away. He kept his tongue pressed firmly against her twitching asshole while his finger fucked her through the orgasm, slurping loudly as more of her thick juices flooded his mouth.
 
Simran was completely lost — thighs locked tight around his head, body trembling, moaning like a whore while her married pussy squirted all over her servant’s face.
 
And Bhola’s thick, hard cock was still resting against her cum-covered lips, twitching and ready for more.
 
Bhola finally slowed down.
 
Simran was still shaking, her thighs trembling around his head. Her voice came out hoarse and broken as she pushed weakly at his shoulders.
 
“Bhola… bas… aaahhh… please… chhod de… main… main nahi reh pa rahi… aaahhh…”
“Bhola… enough… aaahhh… please… leave me… I… I can’t hold it… aaahhh…”
 
Bhola understood. He slowly pulled his finger out of her soaked pussy and gave one last long lick across her swollen lips before lifting his face. His mouth, chin, and even his nose were shiny and wet with her thick white cream.
They both got up from the bed slowly. Simran’s legs felt weak. She stood there completely naked except for her mangalsutra, her heavy breasts rising and falling, her pussy visibly swollen and glistening. Her face was still a mess — streaks of Bhola’s thick cum were drying on her cheek, lips, and even near her eye.
 
Bhola looked at her and a small, satisfied smile appeared on his face. He reached for a towel lying nearby and gently wiped her face, cleaning the sticky cum from her skin with soft strokes.
 
Simran watched him quietly for a second, then stepped forward and pulled him into a deep, messy kiss. Their tongues met immediately, and she could taste herself on his lips.
 
She broke the kiss after a few seconds, breathing heavily.
 
“Tu pagal ho gaya hai Bhola… sach mein. Agar Ravi ghar pe hota toh? Kya karte hum dono?”
“You have gone completely mad, Bhola… really. What if Ravi was at home? What would we both do?”
 
Bhola didn’t reply with words. He simply looked down at his own cock — still thick, heavy, and rock hard, glistening with her spit and his own cum. A small, shameless smile appeared on his face as he looked at it, then back at her.
 
Simran followed his gaze. She stepped closer, bent down slightly, and planted a soft kiss right on the fat, leaking tip of his cock. A fresh drop of cum touched her lips.
 
“Control mein rakh ise,” she said softly, her voice still a little shaky. “Bahut badmash ho gaya hai yeh aaj.”
“Keep it under control,” she said softly, her voice still a little shaky. “It has become very naughty today.”
 
Bhola’s eyes darkened with lust. He stepped closer to her, his wet cock brushing against her stomach. His voice came out low, thick, and filthy.
 
“Bhabhi… aap itni sundar aur garam kyun ho? Aapki chuchiyan itni badi aur soft hain… doodh itna meetha aur garam nikal raha tha unme se. Aur aapki choot… waah Bhabhi… itni geeli, itni swadisht… jaise koi gulaab ki pankhudi ho… aur upar se itna thick, white, creamy paani nikal raha tha. Main toh bas choosta hi reh gaya. Aapki gaand bhi itni moti aur soft hai… main toh usko masalta hi reh sakta hoon din bhar.”
“Bhabhi… aap itni sundar aur garam kyun ho? Aapki chuchiyan itni badi aur soft hain… doodh itna meetha aur garam nikal raha tha unme se. Aur aapki choot… waah Bhabhi… itni geeli, itni swadisht… jaise koi gulaab ki pankhudi ho… aur upar se itna thick, white, creamy paani nikal raha tha. Main toh bas choosta hi reh gaya. Aapki gaand bhi itni moti aur soft hai… main toh usko masalta hi reh sakta hoon din bhar.”
 
As he spoke, he kept leaning forward and kissing her — on her lips, then her neck, then back to her lips again. His hands came up and gently cupped her heavy breasts, thumbs brushing over her still-wet nipples.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Simran’s face turned red. She tried to push him back lightly, feeling extremely shy at his dirty words.
 
“Bhola… bas kar… aise mat bol… sharam aati hai mujhe…”
“Bhola… stop… don’t talk like this… I feel shy…”
 
But Bhola didn’t stop. He kissed her again, deeper this time, while his filthy words continued against her mouth.
 
“Aapka muh bhi kitna garam aur tight hai Bhabhi… jab aap mera lund choosti ho na… aur jab main aapke muh mein jhadta hoon… aap itna saara pi leti ho. Aapki jeebh itni pyari hai… aur aapki choot ka taste… main kabhi nahi bhoolunga. Itna mazedaar hai na Bhabhi… jaise koi meetha aur namkeen doodh ho…”
“Your mouth is also so hot and tight Bhabhi… when you suck my cock… and when I cum in your mouth… you drink so much. Your tongue is so lovely… and the taste of your pussy… I will never forget. It’s so delicious Bhabhi… like some sweet and salty milk…”
 
Simran was getting more and more embarrassed. She placed both her hands on his chest and tried to create some distance, her voice soft and pleading.
 
“Bhola… please… mat bol aise… bahut ganda lagta hai… chup ho ja…”
“Bhola… please… don’t talk like this… it feels very dirty… be quiet…”
 
But Bhola only smiled and leaned in again, kissing the corner of her mouth while his hands slowly slid down to squeeze her bare ass.
 
Simran’s face was burning now. She looked down, avoiding his eyes, her voice barely above a whisper.
 
“Tu bahut badmash hai… sach mein…”
“You are very naughty… really…”
 
Simran slowly sat up on the bed, her body still trembling from the intense orgasms. Her legs felt weak, her pussy swollen and sensitive, leaking her creamy juices down her thighs. She reached for her short nightie and slipped it back on, the thin fabric barely covering her heavy breasts and ass.
 
She bent down to pick up her small white panty from the floor, but when she tried to step into it, she noticed it was badly torn — the waistband stretched and ripped at the sides from Bhola’s rough pull earlier.
 
She looked at Bhola with a mix of embarrassment and complaint.
 
“Bhola… tune meri panty kyun phaadi? Ab kya pehnu main?”
“Bhola… why did you tear my panty? What will I wear now?”
 
Bhola’s eyes darkened again with fresh hunger. He got down from the bed, completely naked from the waist down, his thick monster cock still half-hard and swinging heavily between his legs. Without saying a word, he knelt down in front of her like a devotee.
 
He grabbed her right leg and lifted it high, resting it on his left shoulder. This position spread her legs wide open, completely exposing her freshly eaten, swollen pink pussy. Her puffy lips glistened with her own thick white cream and his spit. He gripped her left thigh firmly with his right hand and slid his other hand under her raised right leg to grab a handful of her soft, juicy ass cheek, pulling her dripping cunt right toward his face.
 
Before Simran could react, Bhola buried his mouth against her pussy and gave it a hard, hungry smooch — lips sucking on her swollen folds, tongue pressing flat against her clit.
 
“Aaahhhhhh… Bholaaa…!” Simran screamed in pure joy and pleasure, her hands flying to his head. Her knees buckled slightly as a fresh jolt of electricity shot through her body.
 
Bhola pulled back just enough to speak, his lips shiny with her juices.
 
“Kyuki aapki choot itni meethi aur garam hai Bhabhi… main intezaar nahi kar paaya… sorry… bahut tasty hai aapki yeh pink choot… main isko choosne ke liye pagal ho jaata hoon…”
“Because your pussy is so sweet and hot Bhabhi… I couldn’t wait… sorry… your this pink pussy is very tasty… I go crazy to lick it…”
 
Simran’s face flushed deep red. She was breathing heavily, her pussy throbbing right in front of his mouth.
 
“Bhola… utho… bas karo… theek hai… main nayi khareed lungi…”
“Bhola… get up… stop it… okay… I’ll buy a new one…”
 
Bhola stood up slowly, still holding her close. He leaned in and kissed her deeply on the lips, letting her taste her own pussy juices on his tongue.
 
“Main khud select karunga Bhabhi… nayi panties… aapke liye… chhoti-chhoti… tight… jo aapki moti gaand aur geeli choot ko achhe se pakad sake…”
“I will select them myself Bhabhi… new panties… for you… small and tight… that can properly hold your thick ass and wet pussy…”
 
Simran felt another wave of shyness wash over her. She pushed him back gently, smiling despite herself.
 
“Pagal… ab jaane de mujhe… mujhe ready hona hai. Bahut ho gaya aaj subah.”
“Crazy… now let me go… I have to get ready. It’s been enough this morning.”
 
She quickly adjusted her nightie, gave him one last shy look, and ran upstairs to her bedroom, her bare ass jiggling under the short hem as she hurried away.
 
Bhola stood there in his room, watching her go with a satisfied, hungry smile, his thick cock twitching again at the sight.
 
Simran stood under the warm shower, eyes closed, water cascading over her heavy breasts and down her body. Her mind was a complete mess. She kept thinking about Bhola’s massive cock — how thick it felt in her hands, how it stretched her mouth, how it throbbed when she rubbed from his ass to his balls. She was terrified of it… and completely addicted to it at the same time.
 
She tilted her head back, opened her mouth wide, and let her tongue hang out shamelessly, imitating the way she had taken his cum earlier. The hot water ran into her open mouth as she imagined thick ropes of his warm, salty cum shooting across her tongue. Her pussy clenched hard at the filthy thought.
 
“This is all just foreplay… until he fucks me, this isn’t going to stop. I’m going crazy for his cock…”
 
She came downstairs a little later wearing a simple, short white frock that reached just below her ass. It looked cute and innocent from the front, but the length was dangerously short — enough to keep Bhola’s cock hard while still covering her privacy when she stood straight. She had paired it with small circular earrings that made her look even sexier. Her hair was loosely tied, a few wet strands sticking to her neck.
 
She went to the kitchen and started cutting vegetables when her phone rang. It was Ravi.
 
“Hey, I’ve cleared immigration. Waiting for the flight now,” he said.
 
Simran tried to sound normal while chopping.
 
“That’s good. Take care of yourself. When will you reach?”
 
They were making small talk when she suddenly felt movement behind her.
 
Bhola had come into the kitchen quietly. Without any warning, he knelt down behind her, lifted the hem of her short frock with both hands, and stared at her round ass covered only by a thin white panty. In one swift, hungry motion, he hooked his fingers into the waistband and yanked the panty all the way down to her knees.
 
Simran’s eyes widened in shock. She almost screamed but quickly clamped her hand over her mouth.
 
“Mmmphhh…!”
 
In her panic, Simran blurted out without thinking,
 
“Bhola… kya kar raha hai?”
“Bhola… what are you doing?”

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Ravi’s voice came through the phone.
 
“What happened, Simran? Everything okay?”
 
She immediately corrected herself, trying to sound calm.
 
“Nothing… Bhola was looking for something and startled me. That’s all.”
 
Bhola, still kneeling behind her with her panty around her knees, spoke a bit louder so Ravi could hear.
 
“Bhabhi… ek chuha dikha tha… main pakad raha tha.”
“Bhabhi… I saw a mouse… I was trying to catch it.”
 
Saying that, he pulled her panty completely off her legs. Simran had to lift one foot, then the other, stepping out of it while still on the phone with her husband. Her pussy was now completely bare under the short frock.
 
The moment the panty was gone, Bhola leaned forward and buried his face between her thighs from behind. He took a long, deep sniff of her freshly showered but already wet pussy, inhaling her scent like a drug.
 
His hot breath fanned across her swollen lips as he pressed his nose right against her cunt and breathed in deeply again.
 
Simran’s legs shook. She gripped the kitchen counter tightly with one hand, the other still holding the phone to her ear, trying desperately to keep her voice steady while talking to Ravi.
 
Bhola’s tongue came out and gave her pussy a slow, filthy lick from behind, tasting her leaking juices.
 
The scene was insanely risky and dirty — Simran standing in the kitchen in a tiny frock with no panties, talking to her husband on the phone, while her servant knelt behind her sniffing and licking her naked pussy like a hungry animal.
 
Simran slowly turned around, her back now against the kitchen counter. Her short frock rode up slightly with the movement. Bhola was still kneeling right in front of her. Without wasting a second, he lifted the hem of her frock with both hands and disappeared underneath it completely.
 
The next moment, Simran felt his hot breath directly on her bare pussy.
 
She bit her lower lip hard as Bhola pressed his face between her thighs and started planting slow, wet kisses right on the soft, puffy V formed by her pussy lips. His lips were warm and hungry. He kissed her swollen folds like he was worshipping them — long, open-mouthed kisses, sucking gently on her outer lips, then dragging his tongue slowly through her slit.
 
“Mmmphhh…” Simran’s breath hitched. She gripped the edge of the counter tightly with one hand while holding the phone to her ear with the other.
 
Ravi’s voice came through clearly.
 
“Simran? You there? What were you saying?”
 
Simran tried to keep her voice steady, even as Bhola’s tongue started licking long, slow strokes from the bottom of her pussy all the way up to her clit.
 
“Y-Yes… I’m here. I was just saying… the vegetables are almost done. I’ll cook something light for lunch.”
 
Under the frock, Bhola was getting more aggressive. He spread her pussy lips apart with his fingers and pushed his tongue deep inside her hole, fucking her with it slowly. Wet, obscene slurping sounds were coming from under her frock.
 
“Slurrrrp… gluck… mmmphhh…”
 
Simran’s knees nearly buckled. She pressed her thighs together instinctively, but that only pushed Bhola’s face deeper into her cunt.
 
Ravi continued, unaware.
 
“By the way, the flight is delayed by almost an hour. I might reach Korea very late.”
 
Simran’s voice came out slightly breathless.
 
“That’s… that’s okay. Just take care. Don’t worry about us here… Bhola is taking very good care of everything.”
 
The moment she said “Bhola is taking very good care,” Bhola sucked her clit hard into his mouth and flicked his tongue rapidly over it. Simran’s eyes rolled back for a second. She quickly covered the phone’s mouthpiece with her palm as a soft moan escaped her throat.
 
“Aaahhh…!”
 
She removed her hand quickly and spoke again, trying to sound normal.
 
“I mean… he’s handling all the small things in the house. You don’t have to worry.”
 
Ravi chuckled on the other side.
 
“That’s good. At least I don’t have to worry about you staying alone. Bhola is a responsible boy.”
 
Under the frock, Bhola pulled her clit between his lips and sucked on it like he was trying to pull milk out of it. At the same time, he pushed two fingers inside her pussy and started fucking her slowly. Her thick, creamy juices were already coating his fingers and dripping down his hand.
 
Simran’s legs were shaking badly now. She could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter with every passing second.
 
Ravi spoke again.
 
“Listen, if you need anything while I’m away, just tell Bhola. Don’t hesitate, okay? He’s there for you.”
 
Simran almost laughed at the irony, but it came out as a shaky breath.
 
“Y-Yes… I’ll tell him. He’s… he’s very helpful. Especially when I need something… long and thick to handle things.”
 
There was a short pause on Ravi’s side.
 
“Long and thick? What are you talking about?”
 
Simran’s face turned red. She quickly corrected herself while Bhola’s tongue was now circling her clit in fast, tight circles.
 
“I-I mean… for the kitchen work. Like… a long spatula or something. The old one broke.”
 
Bhola, hearing her say “long and thick,” growled softly against her pussy and pushed his tongue even deeper inside her. He was now tongue-fucking her with long, slow, deliberate strokes while his nose pressed against her clit.
 
Simran’s free hand flew to her mouth. She was breathing heavily through her nose, trying her best not to moan.
 
Ravi sounded confused but didn’t suspect anything.
 
“Okay… anyway, I’ll call you once I board. Take care of yourself.”
 
The moment he said that, Bhola sucked her entire pussy into his mouth — lips, clit, and all — and started making loud, wet sucking noises. Simran’s thighs started trembling violently.
 
“Ravi… I… I have to go now. Something is… boiling over here.”
 
Ravi laughed.
 
“Alright, go check. Love you.”
 
“Love you too…”
 
Simran quickly ended the call and dropped the phone on the counter. The moment the call disconnected, she grabbed Bhola’s head from over the frock with both hands and pushed his face harder into her pussy.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

“Bhola… aaahhh… tu pagal ho gaya hai kya? Main phone pe baat kar rahi thi… aaahhh…!”
“Bhola… aaahhh… have you gone mad? I was talking on the phone… aaahhh…!”
 
Bhola didn’t stop. He kept sucking and licking her pussy like a man possessed, his tongue moving rapidly inside her while his fingers fucked her from below. Her creamy white juices were now flowing down his chin and dripping onto the kitchen floor.
 
Simran’s head fell back against the cabinet as she moaned loudly, no longer able to control herself.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… meri choot… aaahhh… itna zor se nehi… main… aaahhh… mera pani… aaahhh…!”
“Aaahhh… Bhola… my pussy… aaahhh… not so hard… I… aaahhh… my juices… aaahhh…!”
 
Bhola stood up from between her legs, his face shiny with her juices. His eyes were dark and full of hunger. Without saying a word, he gently but firmly guided Simran down by her shoulders until she was kneeling on the kitchen floor in front of him.
 
Simran’s short frock had ridden up completely, her bare, swollen pussy still dripping and exposed. She looked up at him, breathing heavily.
 
“Bhola… kya kar rahe ho… main—”
“Bhola… what are you doing… I—”
 
Her words died in her throat the moment Bhola opened his fly and pulled out his monstrous cock.
 
The thick, black 12-inch rod sprang out heavily, pointing straight toward the ceiling like an angry weapon. It was rock hard, veins bulging all along the massive length, the fat purple head already leaking a thick drop of precum. It looked even bigger in the daylight — dark, heavy, and terrifyingly beautiful.
 
Simran stared at it, completely frozen. Her mouth fell slightly open. Her eyes were glued to the throbbing monster swaying just inches from her face.
 
She involuntarily licked her lips, her tongue sliding slowly across them. The moment she realized what she had done, shame flooded her face and she looked away, biting her lower lip.
 
Bhola stood there quietly, holding the base of his cock, letting her stare.
 
Simran’s breathing grew heavier. Slowly, almost against her will, she leaned forward. She brought her nose close to the fat, leaking tip and took a deep, slow breath in. The strong, musky, masculine aroma of his cock filled her lungs — salty, slightly sweet, and intoxicating. Her eyes fluttered closed as she breathed him in again, deeper this time.
 
She opened her mouth, lips trembling, and moved closer. First, she planted a soft, wet kiss right on the tip, tasting the fresh precum on her lips. Then she took another deep breath, the heavy head of his cock resting against her nose and upper lip, her warm breath blowing over it.
 
For a few long seconds, she stayed like that — lost in a trance, worshipping his cock with her face.
 
Then suddenly, she snapped out of it. Her eyes flew open and she quickly stood up, stepping back a little, her face burning with embarrassment.
 
“Bhola… tu bahut naughty ho gaya hai,” she said, her voice soft and shaky. “Wapas andar daal ise. Main abhi itna saara maal pi chuki hoon… aur phir se taiyaar ho gaya hai yeh?”
“Bhola… you have become very naughty,” she said, her voice soft and shaky. “Put it back inside. I just drank so much of your maal… and it’s hard again already?”
 
She looked down at the massive, throbbing cock again. Her hand moved almost on its own. She gripped the thick shaft — her fingers barely able to wrap around its girth — and gave it a slow, firm shake.
 
“Uff… yeh itna sakht aur mota hai… tu isko kya khilata hai Bhola? Itna bada aur itna zor se khada rehta hai hamesha…”
“Uff… it’s so hard and thick… what do you feed it, Bhola? It stays so big and hard all the time…”
 
Her voice was trembling. Her whole body was shivering with need. Her pussy was clenching visibly, fresh cream leaking down her inner thighs. She was barely holding herself back from dropping to her knees again.
 
Bhola looked at her with that same innocent-yet-filthy smile and spoke in a low, husky voice.
 
“Bhabhi… yeh aapko dekh kar hi itna khada ho jaata hai. Aapki chuchiyan, aapki gaand, aapki geeli choot… sab isko paagal kar dete hain. Aap jab bhi mere saamne aati ho, yeh control mein nahi rehta.”
“Bhabhi… it gets this hard just by looking at you. Your boobs, your ass, your wet pussy… everything drives it crazy. Whenever you come in front of me, it doesn’t stay under control.”
 
Simran’s cheeks turned even redder. She gave his cock one more slow stroke, feeling it throb powerfully in her hand, then quickly let go as if it burned her.
 
“Bas… ab jaa. Market se kuch condiments le aa. Aur jaldi wapas aa.”
“Enough… now go. Get some condiments from the market. And come back quickly.”
 
She turned away from him, trying to compose herself, but her legs were still shaking and her short frock did nothing to hide how wet and needy she was.
 
Bhola tucked his massive, still-hard cock back into his pants with some difficulty, gave her one last hungry look, and headed toward the door.
 
The tension in the house was thicker than ever. Simran knew she was losing control faster than she could handle.
 
Simran stood in the kitchen for a long time after Bhola left for the market. Her legs were still weak, her pussy was still throbbing, and her mind was racing. She knew she was losing control. Every time Bhola came near her, things went too far. She had to talk to him. She had to make him understand that they needed to slow down, that they couldn’t keep doing this so openly and so recklessly.
 
When Bhola returned from the market with a small bag, Simran was waiting near the stairs. She looked at him and spoke in a low, firm voice.
 
“Bhola… apne room mein jaao. Main aati hoon.”
 
Bhola nodded quietly and went to his room without asking any questions.
 
A few minutes later, Simran walked into his room and closed the door behind her. Bhola was sitting on the edge of his bed. Without saying anything, Simran came close, lifted her short frock slightly, and sat down on his lap, straddling him. Her bare pussy pressed directly against the front of his pants. She could already feel the thick, hard shape of his cock underneath the fabric.
 
Bhola’s hands instinctively came to rest on her waist.
 
Simran looked at him seriously, her voice soft but steady.
 
“Bhola… tujh ko control karna padega. Bahut zyada control. Aaj subah jo hua… agar Ravi ghar pe hota toh kya hota? Socha hai kabhi?”
“Bhola… you have to control yourself. A lot of control. What happened this morning… if Ravi had been at home, what would have happened? Have you ever thought about that?”
 
Bhola lowered his eyes and spoke quietly.
 
“Ji Bhabhi… main sorry hoon. Main control nahi kar paaya.”
“Ji Bhabhi… I’m sorry. I couldn’t control myself.”
 
Simran shook her head.
 
“Sorry se kuch nahi hoga Bhola. Agar ek baar Ravi ne humein aise pakad liya… toh sab khatam ho jayega. Hamesha ke liye. Main yeh nahi chahti ki sab khatam ho jaye. Main… main aage ka soch rahi hoon iske baare mein.”
“Sorry won’t fix anything, Bhola. If Ravi catches us like this even once… everything will be over. Forever. I don’t want everything to end. I… I’m thinking about the future regarding this.”
 
Bhola looked up at her, confused.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

“Future?”
 
Simran took a slow breath. She could feel his cock twitching and growing harder between her legs, pressing against her bare, wet pussy through his pants. She tried to ignore it and continued.
 
“Tera lund itna jaldi aur itna zor se khada ho jaata hai Bhola. Main isko handle nahi kar paati. Har baar yeh itna bada ho jaata hai… aur main control nahi kar paati. Main tujhe ek cheez karne dungi… jo tere problem ko bhi theek karega aur mera problem bhi solve karega.”
“Your cock gets hard so quickly and so strongly, Bhola. I can’t handle it. Every time it becomes so big… and I can’t control it. I’m going to let you do one thing… which will solve your problem as well as mine.”
 
Bhola looked at her, his confusion growing. His hands were still on her waist, and his cock was now fully hard, trapped between them.
 
“Woh kya hai Bhabhi?”
“What is it, Bhabhi?”
 
It was almost midday. The room was quiet except for the low hum of the ceiling fan. Simran was still straddling Bhola’s lap, her bare pussy pressed directly against the front of his pants. She could feel his cock twitching and growing thicker beneath her with every passing second.
 
She looked at him seriously, her voice low but firm.
 
“Bhola… tujhe apne is bade lund ko control karna padega. Yeh hamesha itna sakht kyun rehta hai? Har baar itna bada aur itna zor se khada ho jaata hai… main isko handle nahi kar paati. Iska thoda thanda karna padega.”
“Bhola… you have to control this big cock of yours. Why does it stay so hard all the time? Every time it becomes so big and so erect… I can’t handle it. We need to cool it down a bit.”
 
Bhola stayed quiet, just looking at her face. Simran took a slow breath and continued.
 
“Main ek baat tujhse kehna chahti hoon… lekin yeh baat tu kisi ko nahi batayega. Kabhi bhi nahi. Promise kar.”
“I want to tell you one thing… but you will not tell this to anyone. Ever. Promise me.”
 
Bhola nodded without hesitation.
 
“Ji Bhabhi… main kisi ko nahi bataunga. Aap jo bhi kahogi, woh sirf hum dono ke beech rahegi.”
“Yes Bhabhi… I won’t tell anyone. Whatever you say will stay only between us.”
 
Simran’s eyes became slightly moist. She spoke slowly, her voice carrying both pain and desire.
 
“Main bachcha chahti thi… bahut chahti thi. Lekin nahi ho paaya. Ravi aur main… medical reasons ki wajah se bachcha nahi kar paate. Doctor ne clear bata diya tha.”
“I wanted a child… I wanted it very much. But it didn’t happen. Ravi and I… because of medical reasons we can’t have a child. The doctor clearly told us.”
 
Bhola’s face immediately turned emotional. His hands tightened slightly on her waist.
 
“Bhabhi… yeh toh bahut badi baat hai. Aap itna dukh chhupa ke rakhti hain? Main… main kya kar sakta hoon? Aap bas bataiye. Main kuch bhi karunga aapke liye.”
“Bhabhi… this is a very big thing. You have been hiding so much pain? I… what can I do? Just tell me. I will do anything for you.”
 
Simran looked straight into his eyes. Her next words came out soft, almost trembling.
 
“Bhola… kya main tujhse ek favour maang sakti hoon?”
“Bhola… can I ask you for a favour?”
 
“Ji Bhabhi… aap jo maangogi, main de dunga. Aap bas boliye.”
“Yes Bhabhi… whatever you ask, I will give it. Just tell me.”
 
Simran’s voice dropped even lower. She could feel his cock now fully hard beneath her, thick and heavy, pressing up against her bare pussy lips through the fabric of his pants.
 
“Tu mujhe ek bachcha de sakta hai?”
“Can you give me a child?”
 
Bhola froze. He didn’t say anything, but his face clearly showed doubt and confusion. His eyes widened slightly as he looked at her.
 
Simran continued, her tone now a dangerous mix of vulnerability and seduction.
 
“Main chahti hoon ki yeh lund meri choot ke andar jaaye. Main chahti hoon ki tu mujhe apna bachcha de. Lekin yeh baat kisi ko nahi pata chalni chahiye. Ravi ko bilkul nahi pata chalna chahiye… warna woh toot jayega. Main usko itna dukh nahi de sakti.”
“I want this cock to go inside my pussy. I want you to give me your child. But no one should ever come to know about this. Especially not Ravi… otherwise he will be shattered. I cannot give him that much pain.”
 
She paused for a second, then spoke even more directly.
 
“Lekin main bahut darti hoon Bhola… tera lund itna bada aur mota hai. Main sochti hoon ki yeh meri choot ko phaad dega. Main handle nahi kar paungi. Isliye main chahti hoon ki tu kuch videos dekh le… jaise log badi choot mein lund kaise daalte hain, kaise dheere-dheere andar lete hain. Tu seekh le. Main chahti hoon ki tu mujhe dard kam ho aur andar tak le sake.”
“But I am very scared, Bhola… your cock is so big and thick. I think it will tear my pussy. I won’t be able to handle it. That’s why I want you to watch some videos… how people put big cocks inside pussies, how they take it in slowly. You learn. I want you to be able to put it inside me with less pain.”
 
Bhola was breathing heavily now. His cock had become painfully hard under her weight. Simran could feel the thick, long shaft trapped between them, pressing firmly against her wet pussy lips. Every time she shifted slightly on his lap, her bare cunt rubbed along the length of his cock through his pants.
 
She continued teasing him, her voice turning softer but more filthy.
 
“Tera yeh lund hamesha itna sakht kyun rehta hai Bhola? Dekh na… abhi bhi itna bada ho gaya hai. Main iske upar baithi hoon aur yeh neeche daba ja raha hai meri wajah se. Itna mota hai ki meri choot ke upar se bhi feel ho raha hai. Tu isko kaise sambhalta hai roz?”
“Why does this cock of yours stay so hard all the time, Bhola? Look… it has become so big again. I’m sitting on it and it’s pressing down because of me. It’s so thick that I can feel it even from the top of my pussy. How do you manage it every day?”
 
She slowly moved her hips in a small circle, deliberately rubbing her wet pussy lips along the hard ridge of his cock trapped inside his pants. Bhola’s breathing became rougher. His hands gripped her waist tighter.
 
Simran leaned in closer, her lips near his ear, and whispered,
 
“Main chahti hoon ki tu apna yeh bada, kala, mota lund meri choot mein daale… lekin dheere-dheere. Main darti hoon ki yeh mujhe phaad dega. Isliye tu videos dekh lena. Seekh lena kaise andar daalna hai bina zyada dard diye. Samjha?”
“I want you to put this big, black, thick cock of yours inside my pussy… but slowly. I’m scared it will tear me. So watch videos. Learn how to put it inside without too much pain. Understood?”
 
Bhola’s cock was now throbbing violently under her. It was so hard that it was being pressed flat against his stomach because of her weight sitting on it. Simran could feel every thick vein, every twitch of that massive rod rubbing against her bare, dripping pussy.
 
She stayed sitting on his lap, slowly grinding her wet cunt along the length of his trapped cock while looking into his eyes, waiting for his answer.
 
Bhola couldn’t hold back any longer.
 
He grabbed Simran’s face with both hands and kissed her deeply, his tongue pushing into her mouth with raw hunger. While kissing her, his hands slid down to the thin shoulder straps of her short frock. In one rough motion, he yanked both straps down her arms.
 
The front of the frock collapsed instantly. Her heavy, milk-swollen breasts spilled out completely, bouncing freely in front of his face.
 
Bhola didn’t waste a single second. He scooped up her right breast with both hands, lifting the massive, soft globe, and latched onto the dark, leaking nipple like a starving man.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

“Aaahhhhhhh…!” Simran squeaked loudly, her body jerking in his lap as he sucked hard.
 
He pulled on her nipple with powerful, long sucks, drawing thick streams of warm milk straight into his mouth. The wet, greedy sounds filled the room — loud, filthy slurps mixed with Simran’s broken moans.
 
“Ummmm… gluck… slurrrrp… mmmphhh…”
 
Simran’s hand came to the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair as she pressed him harder against her tit.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… tu hamesha meri chuchiyan choosta rehta hai… aaahhh… dekh na… teri wajah se yeh dono itni badi aur bhari ho gayi hain… pehle se bhi zyada soft aur moti ho gayi hain… aaahhh… choos le… pi le mera doodh…”
“Aaahhh… Bhola… you always keep sucking my boobs… aaahhh… look… because of you both have become so big and heavy… much softer and thicker than before… aaahhh… suck… drink my milk…”
 
Hearing her words made Bhola even more aggressive. He squeezed the soft, jelly-like flesh of her right breast hard, forcing more milk to spray into his mouth. Then he released the right one with a wet pop and immediately scooped out her left breast as well.
 
Now both of her massive tits were fully out, hanging heavily over the bunched-up frock. The shoulder straps were stuck around her upper arms, squeezing her breasts together and pushing them forward like an obscene offering — two huge, soft, milky-white melons presented perfectly for him.
 
Her breasts were breathtaking. Heavy yet incredibly soft, like warm jelly that jiggled and swayed with every movement. The skin was smooth and creamy, with faint blue veins visible under the surface. Her dark, thick nipples were fully erect and glistening, leaking tiny white beads of milk even when not being sucked. Each time Bhola pulled hard on one, the entire breast stretched forward into a lewd cone shape before bouncing back heavily when he released it.
 
Bhola switched between them like a man possessed — sucking one nipple deep and hard while mauling the other with his strong hand, pinching and tugging the nipple, making milk spray across his face and her chest.
 
“Slurrrrp… gluck… aaahhh Bhabhi… aapki chuchiyan itni soft aur rasili hain… doodh itna meetha aur garam… main inko din bhar choos sakta hoon…”
“Slurrrrp… gluck… aaahhh Bhabhi… your boobs are so soft and juicy… the milk is so sweet and warm… I can suck them the whole day…”
 
Simran was moaning continuously, her head thrown back, hips grinding slowly on his lap.
 
“Yes Bhola… drink my milk… pi le sab… aaahhh… choos le zor se… meri badi-badi chuchiyan teri hain… aaahhh… finish them… pi le pura doodh… aaahhh… tu inko aur bada kar dega aise choos ke…”
“Yes Bhola… drink my milk… drink it all… aaahhh… suck hard… my big-big boobs are yours… aaahhh… finish them… drink all the milk… aaahhh… you’ll make them even bigger by sucking like this…”
 
Her breasts were getting redder from his rough sucking and squeezing. The nipples were swollen and even darker now, extremely sensitive. Every hard pull made her squeak and moan, her pussy leaking fresh cream onto the front of his pants as she rubbed herself against his trapped, rock-hard cock.
 
Bhola kept switching rapidly — sucking one tit deep into his mouth, cheeks hollowing with the force, then moving to the other, leaving the previous nipple shiny, wet, and leaking. Milk was running down his chin, dripping onto his chest, and coating Simran’s stomach.
 
He was drinking from her like he wanted to empty her completely.
 
And Simran was lost in the filthy pleasure of it, pressing her leaking tits harder into his hungry mouth.
 
Simran was breathing hard, her heavy breasts heaving as Bhola sucked hungrily on her left nipple. Milk was flowing freely into his mouth, but she suddenly forced his head back, dislodging him from her swollen, sensitive nipple with a wet pop.
 
“Bhola… bas… ab wait kar,” she said, her voice shaky but firm. She stood up from his lap on trembling legs, pulling the straps of her short frock back up over her shoulders. Her breasts were still out for a moment, red and glistening with his spit and her milk, before she adjusted the fabric to cover them.
 
“Humein khana pakana bhi hai aur khana bhi. Yeh aise nahi chalega. Tu har baar aise hi shuru kar deta hai… meri chuchiyan choosne lag jaata hai. Yeh mujhe bahut wet kar deta hai… main control nahi kar paati.”
“We need to cook and eat also. This can’t go on like this. You always start like this… the moment you start sucking my boobs. It makes me so wet… I can’t control myself.”
 
 
The moment she said that, Bhola’s eyes darkened again. He dropped to his knees right in front of her, lifted the hem of her short frock, and stared at her completely bare, dripping pussy. Her swollen pink lips were glistening with thick, creamy white juices, some of it already trickling down her inner thighs.
 
He reached out with one finger, clearly intending to push it inside her soaked hole.
 
Simran quickly stepped back and pushed his hand away.
 
“Nahi Bhola… ab nahi. Agar tu ab karega toh main khud ko rok nahi paungi. Control kar. Please.”
“No Bhola… not now. If you do it now, I won’t be able to stop myself. Control it. Please.”
 
Bhola looked up at her with guilty but hungry eyes.
 
“Sorry Bhabhi… main phir se control nahi kar paaya.”
“Sorry Bhabhi… I couldn’t control myself again.”
 
Simran sighed softly, still breathing heavily.
 
“It’s okay. Lekin promise kar mujhe… tu control karega. Jab bhi main bolun, tabhi touch karega. Samjha?”
“It’s okay. But promise me… you will control yourself. You will touch only when I say. Understood?”
 
Bhola nodded obediently.
 
“Ji Bhabhi… main promise karta hoon.”
 
Simran smiled a little, still flushed.
 
“Ab dekh… maine jo kaha tha na… aaj raat tu woh karna jo maine bola tha. Mujhe dard mat dena jab tu andar daalega. Dheere-dheere karna. Videos dekh lena samajhne ke liye.”
“Now listen… what I told you… tonight you have to do what I said. Don’t hurt me when you put it inside. Do it slowly. Watch videos to understand.”
 
She leaned down, held his face with both hands, and kissed him softly at first, then deeper. Bhola returned the kiss hungrily, their tongues meeting again for a long, passionate smooch. They stayed like that for a good minute — kissing, tasting each other, breathing heavily into each other’s mouths — before Simran finally pulled back.
 
“Ab chalo… kaam karte hain.”
“Now come… let’s get to work.”
 
She adjusted her frock properly, covering her breasts and ass as much as the short dress allowed, and went to the kitchen. Bhola followed quietly.
 
For the next couple of hours, they cooked lunch together. Surprisingly, there was no hanky-panky. No sudden grabbing of breasts, no lifting of the frock, no sneaky touches. Bhola remained respectful and focused on helping her — chopping vegetables, stirring pots, and staying on his side of the counter. Simran felt a strange mix of relief and slight disappointment at how well he was controlling himself.
 
They ate lunch quietly. After eating, Simran felt extremely tired and drained from the intense morning.
 
“Main thora rest lene jar ahi hu,”
“I’m going to rest for some time,” she told him softly.
 
Bhola nodded.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

“Ji Bhabhi. Aap araam karo. Main sab sambhal lunga.”
“Yes Bhabhi. You rest. I’ll handle everything.”
 
Simran went upstairs to her bedroom, closed the door, and lay down on the bed. The events of the morning kept playing in her head — Bhola’s rough sucking, his tongue in her pussy, his massive cock in her mouth, the risky phone call with Ravi. Her body was exhausted, but her mind was still buzzing.
 
She closed her eyes and slowly drifted off into a deep, much-needed sleep.
 
It was evening when Simran finally woke up. The room was dimly lit by the setting sun filtering through the curtains. She stretched lazily on the bed and immediately felt the sticky humidity on her skin. The day had been hot and the intense morning activities had left her sweaty and slightly sore. She decided to take a long, refreshing bath.
 
She spent a good amount of time in the bathroom. She washed herself thoroughly, making sure every inch of her body was clean. She carefully trimmed her pussy, shaping the soft hair neatly so her swollen pink lips looked smooth and inviting. She soaped her heavy breasts, her round ass, and between her thighs with extra care, then applied a fragrant jasmine body wash that left her skin glowing and smelling sweet and seductive.
 
As the warm water ran over her body, her mind was made up.
 
Today I’m going to take Bhola as my lover. Not just for sucking my milk… but completely. I want that huge cock inside me. I want him to fuck me and give me the baby Ravi can’t. But I’m not stupid… I already took the pill after lunch. I’m not ready to get pregnant yet, but I do want to feel him deep inside me.
 
She dried herself slowly, enjoying the feel of the towel on her sensitive skin. She chose a short, smooth red nightie — the one she often wore at home. It was soft and silky, clinging gently to her curves. Today, she deliberately skipped the panty. The nightie was short enough that it barely covered the lower curve of her ass, and because her breasts were so full and heavy, her thick nipples poked prominently through the thin fabric. The dress hugged her juicy ass perfectly, the material stretching over the round globes. Her milky-white, strong thighs looked incredibly smooth and soft — so flawless that it felt like one could slip just by running their hands over them.
 
She stood in front of the mirror and added the final touches: deep red nail polish on her fingers and toes, and dark eyeliner that made her eyes look even more seductive and smoky. She let her hair fall loosely over her shoulders. When she looked at herself, she felt a rush of heat between her legs.
 
She was dripping with sex — a beautiful, fertile, married woman dressed like pure temptation, ready for her young lover.
 
Bhola came upstairs quietly with a glass of warm milk mixed with the special powder. He knocked softly and entered when she told him to come in.
 
The moment he saw her, his eyes widened slightly. The short red nightie, the way her nipples poked through the fabric, the smooth expanse of her thighs, the dark seductive eyes — she looked breathtaking. But Bhola, being Bhola, didn’t say anything dramatic. He just stood there, living completely in the moment, holding the glass of milk.
 
Simran smiled softly at him. Both of them had unconsciously decided the same thing — no more heavy planning. If it happened, it would happen naturally. If not, then not.
 
She took the glass from his hand, her fingers brushing against his.
 
“Thank you, Bhola,” she said gently, taking a sip while looking at him over the rim of the glass.
 
The air in the room was thick with unspoken desire. Simran’s bare pussy was already starting to get wet again under the short nightie, and Bhola’s cock was slowly stirring inside his pants as he stood close to her, breathing in her jasmine scent.
 
Neither of them rushed anything.
 
They were simply there — a married woman and her servant, standing on the edge of something much deeper.
 
Simran took the glass of warm milk from Bhola’s hand and drank it slowly in front of him, her eyes locked with his. A few drops of the thick, white milk escaped the corner of her mouth and ran down her chin. When she lowered the glass, her full, red lips were glistening with a shiny layer of milk, making them look obscenely wet and inviting.
 
Bhola stared at her lips, completely mesmerized. In his mind, he replaced the milk with his own thick, creamy cum — imagining her beautiful red lips coated and dripping with his heavy load, strings of it stretching from her mouth as she tried to swallow everything he gave her.
 
*Can I produce enough for her mouth… and then for her pussy?* he thought. He had read online that the more cum a woman receives, especially deep inside, the higher the chances of pregnancy. It needed to be done often — very often. That thought made his already stirring cock twitch harder in his pants. Luckily, he had been regularly drinking the special herbal powder his Komal Bhabhi had given him back in the village — the one meant to increase virility and semen volume. He felt stronger, heavier down there, and ready.
 
Simran noticed his intense stare and tilted her head slightly.
 
“Bhola… kya hua? Aise kyun dekh rahe ho mujhe?”
“Bhola… what happened? Why are you looking at me like this?”
 
Bhola snapped back to reality but didn’t answer with words. Instead, he stepped closer, took the empty glass from her hand, and placed it on the side table. Without warning, he leaned in and licked her upper lip slowly, tasting the sweet milk mixed with her own taste.
 
Simran gasped, taken aback by his bold move.
 
“Bhola…!”
 
But he didn’t stop. He sucked her upper lip gently into his mouth, cleaning the milk off it with his tongue, then moved to the lower lip, sucking it softly too. His hands came up and grabbed her waist firmly, pulling her body against his.
 
The sudden pull lifted the hem of her short red nightie higher. In the mirror behind Simran, her beautiful, round ass came into full view — two perfect, milky-white globes that were incredibly plush and full. The ass had a deep, sexy curve where it rose outward from her lower back, creating a delicious shelf. It looked so soft and velvety that it begged to be grabbed, yet firm enough to jiggle beautifully with every movement. Even standing still, the cheeks were so thick and juicy that they pressed together naturally, almost completely hiding her bare pussy lips from behind. One hard slap on those cheeks would make them ripple and shake like jelly, then settle back into their perfect, heart-shaped fullness.
 
Bhola’s hands slid down from her waist to cup those magnificent ass cheeks from below, squeezing them possessively as he continued sucking on her lips.
 
Simran moaned softly into his mouth, her body trembling.
 
Her heavy breasts were also pushed up and forward by the way he was holding her, the thin red nightie stretched tight over them, her thick nipples poking out obscenely, still slightly sensitive and leaking tiny drops of milk from his earlier sucking.
 
Bhola broke the kiss for a second, breathing heavily against her lips, his voice low and rough.
 
“Bhabhi… aapke lips pe doodh lag gaya tha… main saaf kar raha tha…”
“Bhabhi… there was milk on your lips… I was cleaning it…”
 
But his hands kept kneading her plush ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh, spreading her cheeks slightly and letting them bounce back. In the mirror, the reflection was pure sin — Simran’s curvy body pressed against him, her big ass being mauled, her nightie barely covering anything anymore.
 
Simran’s breathing was ragged. She could feel his massive, rock-hard cock pressing against her stomach through his pants, throbbing with need. She knew tonight was going to be dangerous… but she was no longer sure she wanted to stop it.
 
Simran closed her eyes for just a moment, trying to steady her breathing. That was all the invitation Bhola needed.
 
He leaned in and captured her lower lip between his own, sucking it gently at first, then harder. Her lips were so thick and full, soft like the juicy pulp of a ripe leeche — sweet, plump, and incredibly addictive. He pulled on it slowly, savouring the feel, before planting a full, deep kiss on her mouth.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

The moment their lips met properly, Simran’s tongue came out shyly, probing forward. It met Bhola’s tongue and they tangled instantly — hot, wet, and hungry. Their mouths danced together in a filthy, passionate kiss. Tongues sliding, sucking, licking each other’s lips and exploring deeply. Soft, wet sounds filled the room as they devoured one another.
 
“Mmmphhh… ummmm…” Simran moaned into his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders.
 
Bhola pulled her even closer, and suddenly they lost balance. Still locked in the kiss, they fell back onto the bed. Simran landed on top of him with a soft bounce.
 
Her heavy breasts heaved and almost spilled completely out of the already low neckline of the red nightie, the soft, milky flesh jiggling lewdly. At the same time, the short hem of her nightie rode all the way up her back, completely exposing her round, plush ass to the cool air.
 
Bhola didn’t stop kissing her even for a second. One of his hands slid up her spine, fingers tracing her smooth skin until they reached the back of her neck, holding her head in place as he kissed her deeper. His other hand moved straight down to her now fully exposed, naked ass globes.
 
He groaned into her mouth as he grabbed two big handfuls of her juicy ass. The flesh was incredibly soft yet firm — like warm velvet mixed with soft jelly. His strong fingers sank deep into the plush cheeks, kneading and spreading them apart as he kissed her.
 
In the mirror across the room, the view was pure filth: Simran’s beautiful, milky-white ass was being spread wide by Bhola’s hands. Her pink, swollen pussy lips were clearly visible, glistening with fresh arousal, the tight little rosebud of her asshole winking just above it every time he squeezed and pulled her cheeks apart.
 
Bhola shifted further back on the bed, pulling Simran with him so she was fully on top. Both his hands were now dedicated to mauling her naked ass — squeezing, rubbing, spreading, and occasionally slapping the soft flesh lightly, making it jiggle beautifully.
 
“Mmmphhh… aaahhh…” Simran moaned into the kiss, her hips grinding involuntarily against the massive bulge in his pants.
 
Bhola finally broke the long, wet kiss, both of them breathing heavily. Without warning, he grabbed the hem of her red nightie and started pulling it upward slowly. Simran, lost in the heat, raised her arms involuntarily, letting him slide the silky fabric up and over her head. He threw the nightie aside.
 
Now Simran was completely naked on top of him, except for the thin gold mangalsutra hanging between her deep, heavy cleavage — the sacred symbol of her marriage resting on her breasts while she straddled her servant.
 
Bhola’s eyes darkened with pure lust. He immediately leaned up and attacked her breasts — but not by sucking them right away. Instead, he circled the tip of his tongue teasingly around her left nipple, tracing slow, wet circles around the dark, sensitive areola without touching the stiff peak. He did the same to the right one, licking and teasing mercilessly.
 
Then he dragged his tongue down into her deep cleavage, licking the soft skin between her massive tits, tasting the faint trace of milk and sweat. He moved upward again, licking along her collarbone and then to her neck, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive skin just below her ear.
 
Simran squirmed wildly on top of him, her naked pussy rubbing against the hard ridge of his cock through his pants. Her moans were soft, needy, and continuous.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… tu kya kar raha hai… aaahhh… meri chuchiyan… aaahhh… itna tease mat kar… aaahhh… neck pe mat choos… aaahhh…”
“Aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… what are you doing… aaahhh… my boobs… aaahhh… don’t tease so much… aaahhh… don’t suck on my neck… aaahhh…”
 
Her body was trembling with pleasure as Bhola continued his slow, torturous worship of her neck, cleavage, and the sensitive skin around her nipples, driving her crazy with need.
 
Simran was losing her mind.
 
Bhola’s hot mouth on her neck, sucking and licking that sensitive spot, was driving her crazy. Her pussy was dripping, her nipples aching, and her body was burning with need.
 
She suddenly pushed his shoulders forcefully, making him sit up on the bed. Before he could react, Simran climbed onto his lap again and started stripping him with impatient hands.
 
She pulled his T-shirt up and over his head in one rough motion, throwing it aside. Her hands moved to his pants, fumbling with the button and zipper. Bhola tried to kiss her again, but she dodged slightly, kissing him back while still focused on getting his clothes off. She yanked his pants and underwear down together. Bhola lifted his hips to help her, and soon both were tossed away.
 
Now Bhola was completely naked from head to toe in front of her.
 
His massive 12-inch black cock stood proudly, pointing straight toward the ceiling like a thick, veiny obelisk. It was rock hard, the dark skin stretched tight over bulging veins, the fat purple head already leaking a steady stream of thick precum. The heavy balls hung below, full and tight. The sight was intimidating and mouth-wateringly obscene.
 
Simran stared at it for a long second but didn’t touch it yet. She was breathing heavily, trying to keep some control.
 
Bhola, however, had reached his limit.
 
In one swift move, he grabbed her waist, turned her around, and pushed her forward onto the bed. Simran ended up on her knees, face down on the mattress, her plump ass raised high in the air in a perfect doggy position. Her short red nightie had ridden all the way up her back, completely exposing her magnificent heart-shaped ass and dripping pussy.
 
Bhola groaned at the sight.
 
He reached forward with both hands and grabbed her gigantic, milky-white ass cheeks. His fingers dug deep into the soft, plush flesh, spreading them wide apart. The sight was breathtaking — her round ass opened up, revealing her swollen pink pussy lips glistening with thick white cream and her tight little pink asshole winking above it.
 
He wanted to bury his face in it immediately, but he held back.
 
Instead, he leaned in and blew a slow, hot stream of air directly onto her exposed, dripping pussy.
 
“Aaahhhhh… Bholaaa…!” Simran moaned loudly, her body jerking forward.
 
He started kissing her everywhere except where she wanted it most — soft, wet kisses on the back of her thighs, the lower curve of her ass, the inner thighs, right next to her leaking pussy but never on it. His hot breath and teasing lips were driving her insane.
 
Simran’s pussy was getting wetter by the second. Thick, creamy juices were visibly dripping down her thighs now. Her swollen pink lips were parting slightly, begging for attention.
 
“Bhola… aaahhh… kya kar raha hai… aaahhh… meri waha pe kiss kar… please…”
“Bhola… aaahhh… what are you doing… aaahhh… kiss me there… please…”
 
She tried to push back against his face, but Bhola pressed a firm hand on her lower back, keeping her exactly where he wanted — ass up, face down, completely at his mercy.
 
He blew another slow stream of air across her dripping cunt, then kissed the sensitive skin right beside her pussy lips, teasing her mercilessly.
 
Simran was moaning loudly now, almost angrily.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… bastard… aaahhh… mat sata… aaahhh… waha choos na… aaahhh… tu mujhe paagal kar dega… aaahhh…!”
“Aaahhh… Bhola… you bastard… aaahhh… don’t tease me… aaahhh… suck there… aaahhh… you’re going to drive me crazy… aaahhh…!”
 
Her grunting, frustrated moans mixed with desperate pleasure as Bhola continued his slow, torturous teasing — kissing, licking, and blowing hot air all around her aching, leaking pussy while keeping her ass spread wide open with his strong hands.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Her beautiful, heart-shaped ass jiggled every time she tried to move, the soft flesh rippling under his grip. The contrast of her milky white skin against his darker hands was incredibly erotic.
 
Simran was shaking with need, pushing her ass back desperately, but Bhola kept control, enjoying every frustrated moan and grunt coming from his married Bhabhi.
 
Simran couldn’t take the teasing anymore.
 
With a frustrated whimper, she pushed herself up, turned around, and shoved Bhola down onto his back. Before he could react, she climbed over him in one fluid motion, swinging one leg over his head until her bare, dripping pussy was hovering directly above his face. At the same time, she bent forward, her heavy breasts hanging down as she reached for his cock.
 
Bhola barely had time to register what was happening before Simran lowered herself onto his mouth.
 
The moment her warm, wet pussy touched his lips, Bhola groaned deeply and grabbed her thick thighs, pulling her down firmly onto his face. Simran gasped as she felt his hot mouth open beneath her.
 
“Aaahhh…!”
 
She didn’t have time to adjust. Bhola’s tongue immediately dragged a long, slow lick from the bottom of her pussy all the way up to her clit. The sensation was so sudden and intense that her arms nearly gave out.
 
Simran’s face was now right above his massive cock. It stood tall and angry, the thick black shaft glistening under the dim light. A fat drop of precum had formed at the tip and was slowly running down the side of the swollen head. She stared at it for a second, her breathing shaky, before leaning down.
 
She stuck her tongue out and gently licked the precum off the tip.
 
The taste was strong — slightly salty, a little sweet, and unmistakably masculine. Simran closed her eyes and licked it again, slower this time, letting her tongue swirl around the fat head to gather every bit of the sticky fluid. A soft, involuntary moan escaped her throat.
 
“Mmmhh…”
 
Bhola’s tongue was working steadily beneath her. He wasn’t rushing. His tongue moved in long, deliberate strokes, lapping at her swollen pussy lips like he was savouring her. Her pussy was already soaked — thick, creamy white juices coated her folds, and every time his tongue dragged through them, wet, messy sounds filled the room.
 
“Slurrrrp… gluck… mmmphhh…”
 
The smell of her arousal was strong and intoxicating — warm, musky, and sweet, mixed with the faint jasmine scent from her bath. Her pussy lips were puffy and pink, glistening with her nectar. Every time Bhola spread her ass cheeks wider with his hands, her hole opened slightly, revealing how wet and ready she was inside.
 
Simran tried to focus on his cock, but Bhola’s tongue was making it difficult. She wrapped one hand around the thick base of his shaft — or at least tried to. Her fingers couldn’t even meet around his girth. She gave it a slow stroke while her tongue kept licking the leaking tip, collecting every fresh drop of precum that oozed out.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola…” she moaned softly, her voice shy and breathless.
 
She opened her mouth and took the fat head between her lips. It was so thick that her jaw stretched almost immediately. She sucked gently, her tongue pressing against the underside of the head as she tried to take more of him. A fresh spurt of precum coated her tongue, and she swallowed it with a soft, muffled sound.
 
“Mmmphhh…”
 
Beneath her, Bhola was getting more aggressive. He pulled her down harder onto his face, his tongue pushing between her pussy lips and licking deep inside her. He was drinking her juices noisily, the wet sounds growing louder as he lapped at her like a man who had been starving for this taste. Every now and then, his nose would brush against her clit, making her hips jerk.
 
Simran’s moans were getting louder, but they remained soft and feminine — sweet, breathy sounds rather than vulgar words.
 
“Aaahhh… ummmm… aaahhh… Bhola…”
 
Her ass was spread wide over his face, her thick cheeks resting on either side of his head. Every time she moaned and shifted, her pussy rubbed against his mouth, smearing her creamy juices all over his lips and chin. Bhola didn’t seem to mind — if anything, he was licking her even more hungrily, his tongue moving in slow, heavy strokes that made her thighs tremble.
 
Simran tried to suck him deeper, but his cock was simply too big. She could only manage to take the head and a couple of inches into her mouth. Still, she sucked on what she could reach with genuine hunger, her hand stroking the rest of his thick shaft while her tongue swirled around the leaking tip.
 
Every time she tasted a fresh drop of his precum, she let out a soft, satisfied moan around his cock.
 
“Mmmhh… aaahhh…”
 
Bhola’s hands were gripping her ass tightly now, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he held her in place and continued devouring her pussy. His tongue would sometimes flick rapidly over her clit, then slide down to push inside her again, fucking her slowly with it. The combination was making Simran’s mind go blank.
 
She pulled her mouth off his cock for a moment, breathing heavily, a thin string of saliva and precum connecting her lips to his glistening head. She licked her lips, tasting him again, then leaned back down and took him into her mouth once more, sucking with more enthusiasm this time.
 
Her moans vibrated around his cock as Bhola continued to lap at her dripping pussy without any sign of stopping.
 
The room was filled with the wet, filthy sounds of both of them — her soft sucking and moaning, and his loud, hungry licking as he ate her from below.
 
Simran’s body was trembling on top of him, her heavy breasts hanging and swaying slightly with every movement, her mangalsutra dangling between them as she continued to worship his cock with her mouth while he feasted on her pussy.
 
Simran was completely lost in the moment.
 
She was bent over Bhola’s body, her heavy breasts hanging down and brushing against his stomach, while her mouth worked on his thick cock. She had already taken the fat head and a few inches inside, but she wanted more. She tried to push her head down further, taking almost half of his massive length into her mouth. The thick shaft stretched her lips obscenely wide. Her jaw was aching, but she kept going.
 
“Mmmphhh… gluck… mmmhh…”
 
She gagged softly as the fat head touched the back of her throat. Her eyes watered, but she didn’t pull away completely. She took a breath through her nose and tried again, slowly forcing another inch inside. Saliva was dripping down his shaft, coating his balls as she sucked him with wet, messy sounds.
 
Bhola groaned into her pussy.
 
At the same time, his strong hands grabbed her thick, plush ass cheeks and spread them wide apart. Simran’s pink, glistening pussy was already open and dripping, but Bhola’s attention moved lower. He stared at her tight, untouched pink asshole for a second before leaning up and dragging his tongue right over it.
 
Simran’s entire body jerked.
 
“Aaahhh…!” she moaned loudly around his cock, the sound muffled and broken.
 
Bhola didn’t stop. He licked her asshole again, slower this time, pressing the flat of his tongue against the sensitive ring before circling it. One of his hands moved up and grabbed her hanging breast, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh while his tongue continued to lap at her asshole.
 
Simran was shaking.