[doodhwale_bhaiya]

She tried to focus on sucking his cock, but the feeling of his tongue on her most private place was too much. She took his cock deeper into her mouth again, almost halfway, and gagged once more. Thick strings of spit ran down his shaft as she pulled back slightly, only to try taking him in again.
 
“Gluck… mmmphhh… aaahhh…”
 
Bhola’s tongue was relentless. He licked from her dripping pussy all the way up to her asshole in long, slow strokes, then focused on her tight hole, pushing his tongue against it. At the same time, he kept mauling her hanging breasts — squeezing them, tugging on her sensitive nipples, and making milk leak out onto his stomach.
 
Simran’s moans were getting louder and more desperate, though still soft and feminine.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… yeh mat karo… aaahhh… main… aaahhh…”
 
Her thighs started trembling violently. Bhola could feel her pussy clenching around his tongue every time he licked her asshole. He pushed two fingers inside her soaked cunt while his tongue kept working on her ass, and that was the final push.
 
Simran’s orgasm hit her hard.
 
Her body suddenly went stiff on top of him. A broken, high-pitched moan escaped her mouth even with his cock still inside it.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bholaaa… main… main jhad rahi hoon… aaahhh…!”
 
Her pussy convulsed and a thick, creamy squirt mixed with her juices gushed out onto Bhola’s mouth and chin. Her asshole clenched and fluttered right against his tongue as she came. Her whole body was shaking uncontrollably.
 
Bhola didn’t move away. He kept his mouth open and lapped up everything she gave him, drinking her juices noisily while she came on his face. At the same time, his hands continued to squeeze and play with her hanging breasts, milking them as milk dripped from her nipples onto his chest.
 
Simran was moaning continuously, her voice soft and overwhelmed.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… ruk ja… aaahhh… main mar jaungi… aaahhh…”
 
Even while she was cumming, she didn’t let go of his cock completely. She kept it in her mouth, sucking weakly through her orgasm, her tongue lazily licking the underside of his thick shaft as her body trembled on top of him.
 
Bhola’s face was shiny and wet with her juices. He continued licking her through the aftershocks, occasionally moving his tongue between her pussy and her asshole while his hands kept squeezing her soft, heavy breasts.
 
Simran was breathing heavily, her face resting against his thigh as she slowly came down from her orgasm. His massive cock was still resting against her lips, wet with her spit. She gave it a soft, shaky kiss on the head before opening her mouth again, trying to take him back inside.
 
She was still shaking, but she wasn’t done with him yet.
 
Simran was still breathing heavily from her orgasm, her body trembling slightly on top of Bhola. His massive cock rested against her lips, thick and hard, glistening with her spit. She could feel it throbbing against her cheek.
 
As she slowly licked along the underside of his shaft, her hand wandered lower. Her fingers brushed against the sensitive stretch of skin between his heavy balls and his asshole — the perineum. The moment her fingertips pressed there and rubbed in slow circles, Bhola’s hips jerked violently upward.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhabhi!” he groaned loudly into her pussy.
 
His cock suddenly thrust up, pushing the fat head deeper into Simran’s mouth without warning. She gagged softly but didn’t pull away. Instead, she kept her lips wrapped around him and continued rubbing that same spot with her fingers.
 
She had found it.
 
Simran realized that whenever she pressed and rubbed that sensitive area, Bhola’s body reacted on its own — his hips would thrust upward, fucking her mouth even though she wasn’t moving her head much. It was like a trigger.
 
A shy, wicked little thrill ran through her.
 
She started licking his cock more deliberately now — long, slow strokes from the base all the way up to the leaking tip, her tongue flat and wet. At the same time, her fingers kept rubbing that spot between his asshole and balls in firm, steady circles.
 
Bhola was losing control.
 
He grabbed her thick ass cheeks harder and buried his face completely into her pussy. His tongue pushed deep inside her hole, fucking her with it in long, wet strokes. He wasn’t teasing anymore — he was devouring her. Every few seconds, his tongue would slide up and lick her asshole before going back down to her dripping cunt.
 
“Slurrrrp… gluck… mmmphhh… aaahhh Bhabhi…”
 
Simran moaned softly around his cock as she felt him eating her so hungrily. She kept licking his thick shaft while her fingers worked that sensitive spot. Every time she pressed there, Bhola’s hips would thrust up hard, pushing more of his cock into her mouth.
 
She could feel him getting closer.
 
His balls were tightening, and his cock was throbbing more violently against her tongue. His thrusts were becoming faster and more desperate. Simran kept rubbing that spot and licking him, her mouth stretched wide around his thickness.
 
Bhola suddenly let out a deep, guttural groan against her pussy.
 
His hips snapped up hard.
 
Thick, hot cum erupted from his cock in powerful spurts.
 
The first heavy rope shot directly into Simran’s mouth. It was so much that her cheeks bulged slightly. She tried to swallow, but the second and third ropes came immediately after, thick and forceful. Cum overflowed from the corners of her lips and ran down his shaft.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhabhi… aaahhh…!” Bhola groaned loudly, his voice muffled between her thighs.
 
His hips kept thrusting upward in short, desperate motions, as if his body was trying to fuck her mouth even while he was cumming. More thick ropes of cum kept shooting out — heavy, creamy, and endless. It was clear he had been holding back for a long time.
 
Simran was struggling to keep up.
 
She swallowed as much as she could, but there was simply too much. Warm cum filled her mouth, some of it leaking out and dripping down onto his balls. She pulled her mouth back slightly, gasping for air, and thick strands of cum stretched between her lips and his cock. Without thinking, she leaned back down and started licking the cum off his shaft, lapping at it like she didn’t want to waste any.
 
Bhola was still cumming.
 
Another strong spurt hit her tongue as she licked him. Simran moaned softly, her eyes half-closed, as she continued licking and swallowing whatever she could. Some of his cum had landed on her chin and neck. She even licked that off her own skin before going back to his cock, cleaning him with slow, thorough licks.
 
Bhola’s hips were still twitching, giving small, involuntary thrusts upward even as the intensity of his orgasm began to fade. His tongue had gone lazy between her legs, gently lapping at her pussy and asshole while he came down from his high.
 
Simran stayed there, softly licking and kissing his still-twitching cock, tasting the thick, salty-sweet cum that coated her tongue. Her fingers had stopped rubbing that spot, but she kept gently massaging his balls as she cleaned him with her mouth.
 
She was breathing hard, her face messy with his cum, her lips shiny and swollen.
 
Bhola lay beneath her, chest rising and falling heavily, his face still buried between her thick thighs, occasionally giving her pussy soft, lazy licks as he recovered.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Neither of them spoke for a while.
 
Only the sound of their breathing could be heard in the room.
 
Simran slowly lifted herself off Bhola’s face, her thighs trembling. Her lips and chin were shiny with his thick cum. She wiped her mouth on the corner of the pillow, then leaned down and kissed him deeply, letting him taste himself on her tongue. The kiss was slow, messy, and full of heat.
 
She pulled back slightly and looked at him. Bhola’s chest was still rising and falling heavily — he looked a little tired after such an intense orgasm. But his massive cock was still rock hard, standing tall and proud, twitching with every heartbeat.
 
Simran smiled softly, a mix of shyness and determination in her eyes. She had made up her mind.
 
She slid down his body and took his cock back into her mouth. This time she sucked him gently, almost lovingly — like she was feeding a hungry baby that needed care to stay awake. Her soft, full lips wrapped around the fat head, sucking slowly and tenderly while her tongue swirled around the sensitive underside.
 
“Mmmhh…” she moaned softly around his thickness.
 
Whenever she felt him softening even a little, she would pull off his cock, move up, and push one of her heavy, leaking breasts into his mouth.
 
“Pi lo… doodh pi lo Bhola…” she whispered breathlessly.
“Drink it… drink the milk Bhola…”
 
Bhola latched on immediately, sucking her nipple hard. Warm milk flowed into his mouth, and the taste seemed to revive him. His cock would twitch and grow even harder in her hand. Simran would let him drink for a few seconds, then pull her tit away with a soft pop and go back down to his cock, licking and sucking him again with renewed hunger.
 
She was amazed.
 
No matter how much he came, his cock stayed incredibly hard. It would throb powerfully in her mouth, veins bulging, the head leaking fresh precum every time she sucked on it. She kept alternating — feeding him her milk, then worshipping his cock — her soft moans filling the room.
 
“Aaahhh… tum itna sakht kaise ho jaate ho har baar…”
“Aaahhh… how do you get so hard every time…”, she whispered shyly, almost in wonder, as she licked a long stripe up his thick shaft.
 
After several minutes of this teasing cycle, Simran finally pulled away from his cock. Her lips were swollen and shiny. She looked into his eyes, her voice soft but filled with need.
 
“Ab… mujhe chahiye… main chahti hoon ki tum ab karo…”
“Now… I want it… I want you to do it now…”
 
She lay down on her back in the center of the bed. Her short red nightie was already bunched around her waist. She folded her legs at the knees and let them fall open, completely exposing her smooth, dripping pussy to him. Her swollen pink lips were glistening, slightly parted, ready and waiting. The mangalsutra rested between her heavy breasts, rising and falling with her quick breaths.
 
Bhola got up on his knees between her spread thighs. He knew he couldn’t just push inside. Even though she was wet, his cock was simply too big. He needed to prepare her properly.
 
He leaned forward and started kissing her soft inner thighs — slow, wet kisses moving higher and higher. His hands gently caressed her legs as his mouth worshipped her smooth skin. He could smell her arousal clearly now — sweet, musky, and intoxicating.
 
His massive cock hovered just above her pussy, the thick head occasionally brushing against her swollen lips as he moved, leaving a trail of his precum on her skin.
 
Simran’s breathing was getting faster. She watched him with half-lidded eyes, her body trembling in anticipation as Bhola continued kissing and licking her thighs, slowly working his way closer to her dripping entrance.
 
His huge, dark cock rested heavily against her pussy now — the fat head nestled right at her wet opening, throbbing with need, ready to stretch her open.
 
Bhola knelt between Simran’s spread thighs, his massive cock still rock hard and glistening from her earlier sucking. He looked down at her naked body — her heavy breasts rising and falling, the thin gold mangalsutra resting between them, and her smooth, wet pussy completely exposed. A strange mix of lust and nervousness was visible on his face.
 
He slowly reached down and held his thick cock in his hand. Instead of pushing inside, he placed it flat against her lower abdomen, letting the heavy shaft rest over her pussy and stomach.
 
Simran’s eyes widened.
 
The contrast was shocking.
 
Bhola’s cock was so long and thick that it easily covered her entire pussy, went past her belly button, and still reached a good few inches above it. The fat, dark head rested somewhere between her navel and the lower curve of her breasts. It looked impossibly big against her smooth, fair stomach — like a thick, veiny black rod lying over her soft, delicate body.
 
Simran stared at it, her lips slightly parted in shock. She had felt it in her mouth and in her hands, but seeing it like this — placed over her stomach, showing exactly how deep it would go inside her — made her breath catch in her throat.
 
Bhola was also staring at the same sight. His face looked tense. His breathing had become heavier. He could feel the warmth of her soft stomach against his cock, and the reality of the size difference was hitting him hard.
 
Simran noticed the tension on his face. She reached up and gently touched his arm.
 
“Soch mat, Bhola…” she said softly, her voice shy but reassuring. “Tu mujhe chot nehi pahuchayega. Main theek rahungi. Dheere-dheere karna… theek hai?”
“Don’t think, Bhola…” she said softly, her voice shy but reassuring. “You won’t hurt me. I’ll be fine. Do it slowly… okay?”
 
Bhola looked into her eyes and gave a small nod, though the nervousness in his eyes hadn’t completely disappeared.
 
He didn’t push inside yet.
 
Instead, he held his cock and started rubbing the thick shaft slowly up and down along her wet pussy and lower stomach. The heavy length slid over her smooth skin, sometimes pressing against her swollen clit, sometimes just resting on her soft belly. He moved his hips in slow, controlled motions — dry humping her without actually entering.
 
Every time the underside of his cock dragged over her sensitive clit, Simran’s body trembled.
 
“Aaahhh…” she moaned softly, her eyes fluttering.
 
Bhola bent down over her while continuing to rub his cock against her. He kissed her neck first — slow, open-mouthed kisses along the side of her throat. Then he moved lower and kissed the soft skin between her breasts, right over her mangalsutra. His lips were warm and wet as he kissed the inner curves of her heavy breasts.
 
Simran’s hands came up and held the back of his head, her fingers gently running through his hair.
 
Bhola kept moving. He kissed one nipple, then the other, sucking on them gently for a few seconds each time, drawing small amounts of milk into his mouth before releasing them. All the while, his thick cock kept sliding back and forth over her wet pussy and stomach in slow, teasing strokes.
 
Simran’s moans were soft and continuous.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh…”
 
He came back up and kissed her lips. This time the kiss was deeper. Their tongues met and moved slowly against each other as he continued grinding his cock against her body. The head of his cock would sometimes catch against her clit, making her hips jerk upward slightly.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

This went on for several long minutes.
 
Bhola kept kissing her — her lips, her neck, her breasts — while his massive cock rubbed slowly and heavily over her pussy and stomach. Simran’s juices were coating the underside of his shaft, making the sliding smoother and wetter with every stroke. The room was filled with the soft, wet sounds of his cock moving against her and their quiet, breathy moans.
 
Simran’s body was burning with need.
 
She finally reached down between their bodies with one hand. Her fingers wrapped around his thick, heavy cock. She gently pulled it downward until the fat head was resting right at the entrance of her pussy.
 
She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire and nervousness.
 
“Ab… andar daal do,” she whispered softly.
“Now… put it inside,”
 
Bhola took a deep breath. Simran did the same.
 
He held his cock steady and slowly pushed forward.
 
The fat head pressed against her wet folds. Her pink pussy lips parted slowly as the thick head began to push inside. There was resistance — she was very tight compared to his size. Bhola pushed a little more firmly, and finally, the entire head slipped inside her.
 
“Aaahhh…” Simran gasped, her back arching slightly.
 
The head was now inside, stretching her entrance. Her pussy lips were wrapped tightly around the thick ridge of his cock head, holding it in place. Even though only the head had entered, it already felt incredibly full. The rest of his massive shaft was still outside, throbbing against her.
 
Both of them stayed completely still for a few seconds.
 
Bhola was breathing hard, his eyes fixed on where they were joined. He could feel how tight she was around just the head. It was nothing like the videos he had watched. This was real. She was warm, wet, and gripping him tightly.
 
Simran’s face showed a mix of pleasure and discomfort. She was biting her lower lip, her hands holding onto his arms.
 
Bhola looked at her with concern.
 
“Bhabhi… bahut tight hai…”
“Bhabhi… it’s very tight…”, he said quietly, his voice strained.
 
Simran nodded slowly, her voice soft and shaky.
 
“Haan… thoda ruk ja… dheere se…”
“Yes… stop for a bit… slowly…”
 
They both remained like that — connected only by the head of his cock inside her, the rest of his thick length still outside, resting against her. The tension in the room was thick. Neither of them moved. They were both aware that this was just the beginning, and there was still a long way to go.
 
Bhola stayed frozen in place, with only the thick head of his cock inside Simran’s pussy. He could feel how incredibly tight she was — her walls were gripping just the head so strongly that it almost felt like she was trying to push him out. He looked down at her face and saw the discomfort clearly written on it. His heart started beating faster with worry.
 
“Bhabhi… nahi… main aur andar nahi jaa sakta,” he said softly, his voice tense. “Bahut tight hai… aapko dard hoga.”
“Bhabhi… no… I can’t go any deeper,” he said softly, his voice tense. “It’s too tight… it will hurt you.”
 
Simran was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling. She looked up at him with pleading eyes.
 
“Bhola… please… andar daal do,”
“Bhola… please… put it inside,” she whispered.
 
Bhola shook his head slightly.
 
“Nahi Bhabhi… aap ro padengi. Yeh bahut bada hai aapke liye. Main aapko hurt nahi karna chahta.”
“No Bhabhi… you will cry. This is too big for you. I don’t want to hurt you.”
 
Simran’s frustration was growing along with the burning stretch between her legs. She reached up and held his face with both hands.
 
“Bhola… main bol rahi hoon na… daal do. Main handle kar lungi.”
“Bhola… I’m telling you… put it in. I’ll handle it.”
 
Bhola still looked unconvinced. He started to slowly pull his hips back, trying to take the head out. The moment he moved, Simran’s expression changed.
 
“Bhola… ruko!” she said, her voice rising. She quickly grabbed both of his thighs with her hands, stopping him from retreating. “Rukna mat… please.”
 
Bhola looked at her helplessly.
 
“Bhabhi… aap dard mein ho. Main dekh raha hoon.”
“Bhabhi… you are in pain. I can see it.”
 
Simran took a few deep breaths, trying to adjust to the thick intrusion. Her voice came out shaky but firm.
 
“Main theek ho jaungi… bas… dheere se karna. Videos mein jo dekha tha na… waisa karo. Main bol rahi hoon… rukna mat.”
“I’ll be fine… just… do it slowly. Do it the way you saw in the videos. I’m telling you… don’t stop.”
 
Bhola stared at her for a few seconds. He could see she was in pain, but he also knew that if he kept just the head inside like this, nothing would progress. Taking a deep breath, he nodded slowly.
 
“Thik hai Bhabhi… main dheere se try karta hoon.”
“Okay Bhabhi… I’ll try slowly.”
 
He stayed still for a moment, letting her get used to the stretch. Then he gently pushed forward again. Another inch slid inside her. Simran’s eyes squeezed shut and a sharp moan escaped her lips.
 
“Aaahhh…!”
 
Bhola immediately stopped.
 
“Ruk jaun?”
“Should I stop?”
 
Simran shook her head quickly, her fingers still gripping his thighs.
 
“Nahi… bas… ruk ja thoda… aaahhh…”
“No… just… stop for a moment… aaahhh…”
 
They stayed like that for almost a minute. Then Bhola slowly pulled back until only the head remained inside. Simran let out a long breath, as if she had been holding it. The moment he retreated, she felt a strange sense of relief mixed with emptiness.
 
Bhola waited a few seconds, then pushed forward again — a little deeper this time. Simran moaned again, louder this time. Her back arched slightly off the bed.
 
This became their rhythm.
 
Bhola would push in slowly and steadily, going a little deeper each time, then stay there for a few seconds before pulling back almost completely. Then he would push in again. He was being extremely careful, but even then, Simran’s pussy was gripping him so tightly that every movement felt intense for both of them.
 
Fifteen minutes passed like this.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Simran’s initial sharp cries had slowly changed. The pain was still there, but it was no longer the only thing she was feeling. Every time Bhola pushed in, a new kind of moan would escape her lips — longer, breathier, and mixed with something else. Her hands had moved from his thighs to the bedsheets, gripping them tightly.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… dheere… aaahhh…”
“Aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… slowly… aaahhh…”
 
Bhola could feel the change too. Her pussy was getting wetter, and the grip around his cock was becoming smoother, though still extremely tight. He could see her face — her eyes were half-closed now, and her moans were becoming more frequent.
 
He decided it was time to go deeper.
 
Instead of the slow push-and-retreat method, he started applying steady pressure, trying to push more of his thick shaft inside her. But after a certain point, he couldn’t go any further. It felt like he had hit a wall inside her. Simran’s body immediately reacted — she grabbed the bedsheets harder and tried to shift her hips away from him.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… ruk ja… aaahhh… bahut andar tak… aaahhh… nahi jaa raha…”
“Aaahhh… Bhola… stop… aaahhh… it’s going too deep… aaahhh… it’s not going further…”
 
Bhola looked at her struggling face and felt a strange determination rise in him. He knew if he kept going like this, they would be stuck here forever. He took a deep breath, pulled his hips back until only the head was inside her, and then — calling on every bit of courage he had — he thrust forward in one hard, deep stroke.
 
His entire cock sank into her in one go.
 
Simran’s eyes flew open wide. A loud, piercing scream tore out of her throat as if someone had plunged something sharp deep inside her.
 
“AAHHHHHHH… BHOLAAAAA…!”
 
Her entire body went stiff. Her back arched violently off the bed, and her hands flew up to push against his chest. Tears instantly filled her eyes from the sudden, overwhelming stretch. She could feel every thick inch of him buried deep inside her — deeper than anything she had ever felt before.
 
Bhola stayed completely still on top of her, breathing hard, his cock fully sheathed inside her tight, married pussy. He could feel her walls clenching and spasming around his entire length, trying to adjust to the invasion.
 
Simran was panting heavily beneath him, her face wet with tears, her body trembling uncontrollably.
 
Bhola looked down at her with a mix of guilt and concern, but he didn’t pull out.
 
He knew there was no going back now.
 
Simran lay beneath Bhola, her body rigid and trembling. His entire cock was buried deep inside her, stretching her pussy in a way she had never experienced before. Tears were still clinging to the corners of her eyes from the sudden, brutal thrust. Bhola stayed completely still on top of her, not moving even an inch. He could feel her pussy walls clenching and spasming around his thick shaft, trying to adjust to the overwhelming fullness.
 
He lowered his head and started kissing her — first her lips, then her cheeks, then down to her neck. He kissed her slowly and repeatedly, giving her time to breathe. His lips moved to her breasts, sucking gently on her nipples, drawing small amounts of milk into his mouth as he tried to soothe her. Simran’s breathing was ragged at first, but slowly, under his continuous kissing and soft touches, her body began to relax.
 
After several long minutes, Bhola felt her pussy loosen slightly around him. Her grip was still extremely tight, but it was no longer painfully clenched.
 
He lifted his head and looked at her.
 
“Bhabhi… ab theek ho?”
“Bhabhi… are you okay now?”, he asked softly.
 
Simran nodded weakly, her voice barely above a whisper.
 
“Haan… thoda… dheere se…”
“Yes… a little… slowly…”
 
Bhola took that as permission.
 
He slowly pulled his hips back, retreating only about two inches before pushing forward again. Simran let out a long, shaky moan.
 
“Aaahhh…”
 
He repeated the motion — pulling back a little more this time, then thrusting forward gently. Each time he moved, her pussy made wet, squelching sounds around his thick cock. Simran’s moans started coming more frequently.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh…”
 
Encouraged, Bhola began to move with a little more purpose. He would pull out until only the head remained inside, then push back in slowly but steadily. Simran’s moans grew louder and more uncontrolled with every stroke. Her hands were gripping the bedsheets tightly, her head turning from side to side.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… yeh… aaahhh… bahut andar tak… aaahhh…”
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… this… aaahhh… too deep… aaahhh…”
 
Bhola could feel her getting wetter. Her juices were coating his cock thickly now, making the movements smoother. He started thrusting a little deeper and a little faster. Within minutes, the room was filled with the wet, rhythmic sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her soaked pussy.
 
Simran was moaning almost continuously now, her voice soft but desperate.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… main… aaahhh… mar jaungi… aaahhh…”
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… I… aaahhh… I’ll die… aaahhh…”
 
Bhola’s confidence was growing. He wanted to give her more pleasure. Without saying a word, he suddenly pulled his cock out completely.
 
Simran’s eyes flew open in shock and disappointment. A soft, involuntary whimper left her lips at the sudden emptiness.
 
“Bhola…?”
 
Before she could say anything else, Bhola grabbed her waist and flipped her over onto her stomach in one swift motion. He pulled her hips up, making her get on her knees. Within seconds, she was in the same position he had eaten her ass in earlier — face down on the bed, ass raised high in the air.
 
Simran barely had time to react before she felt Bhola’s mouth on her pussy again. He gave her a few long, hungry licks, tasting her juices, before pulling back.
 
Then she felt the thick head of his cock pressing against her entrance once more.
 
Bhola held her hips firmly and pushed forward.
 
This time, his cock slid inside much more easily. He didn’t stop at the head. He kept pushing until his entire length was buried inside her in one smooth thrust. Simran let out a long, broken moan into the bedsheet.
 
“Aaahhhhhh…”
 
Bhola started fucking her.
 
At first, his strokes were still controlled, but within a few thrusts, he began going deeper and harder. The wet, slapping sounds of his hips meeting her ass grew louder with every stroke. His heavy balls started swinging and slapping against her pussy with every thrust.
 
Simran’s moans became uncontrollable.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… yeh kya kar rahe ho… aaahhh… bahut zor se… aaahhh… main… aaahhh…”
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… what are you doing… aaahhh… too hard… aaahhh… I… aaahhh…”

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Bhola was now fucking her with long, deep strokes. Every time he pushed in, his cock reached places inside her that had never been touched before. Simran could feel him hitting something deep inside her with every thrust — a spot that sent electric shocks through her entire body.
 
Her ass jiggled heavily with every impact. The thick, milky-white globes rippled and shook as Bhola’s hips slammed against them. He gripped her waist tightly, pulling her back onto his cock with every thrust, making sure he went as deep as possible.
 
The room was filled with filthy, wet sounds — the constant slapping of skin, the squelching of her soaked pussy, and Simran’s loud, desperate moans.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… aur andar… aaahhh… main… aaahhh… aaahhh…”
 
Bhola was breathing heavily behind her, completely focused on fucking her deep and hard. His cock was glistening with her thick juices every time he pulled out, only to disappear back inside her with a wet sound on the next thrust.
 
Simran’s arms had given out. Her upper body was lying flat on the bed while her ass stayed raised. Her moans were now constant and broken, her face pressed into the mattress as Bhola continued to pound into her from behind.
 
He showed no signs of slowing down.
 
Every few strokes, he would pull almost all the way out until only the head remained inside, then slam back in to the hilt, his balls slapping loudly against her wet pussy. Simran’s body would jerk forward with every deep thrust, her heavy breasts swinging beneath her as she moaned helplessly into the bed.
 
Bhola was lost in the feeling of her tight, married pussy gripping his cock so perfectly.
 
And he wasn’t planning to stop anytime soon.
 
Bhola suddenly stopped moving, buried deep inside her. Simran’s eyes fluttered open in confusion, her body still trembling from the deep, stretching sensation.
 
“Bhola… kya hua?” she whispered breathlessly.
 
He didn’t answer with words.
 
Instead, he pulled his hips back slowly until only the thick head remained inside her, stretching her entrance obscenely. Then, with a powerful thrust, he slammed back in with full force. The impact pushed Simran’s entire body forward on the bed.
 
“AAHHHHHHHHH…!” Simran cried out loudly, the sound raw and shocked as his cock drove even deeper than before.
 
Bhola repeated it. He pulled back almost completely, then drove forward again with even more power. His hips slapped loudly against her ass as he buried every thick inch inside her in one brutal stroke.
 
“AAHHHH… BHOLA… AAHHHH…!” Simran moaned, her voice breaking.
 
This was no longer gentle. Bhola was claiming her. Each powerful thrust was deliberate — a statement that from now on, she was his. He was her bull, and she was his cow to breed. His cock was ploughing her married pussy with deep, possessive strokes, stretching her walls again and again.
 
Simran’s moans grew louder and more desperate with every powerful thrust.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… bahut zor se… aaahhh… main… aaahhh… mar jaungi… aaahhh…!”
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… too hard… aaahhh… I… aaahhh… I’ll die… aaahhh…!”
 
Bhola reached forward, his strong hands grabbing both of her heavy, swinging breasts from below. He squeezed them hard, using them as handles while he continued fucking her with long, powerful strokes. Milk leaked from her nipples onto his fingers as he kneaded the soft, heavy flesh.
 
The wet, filthy sound of his cock slamming into her soaked pussy filled the room — loud, rhythmic slapping mixed with the squelching of her juices. Her plump ass rippled with every impact, the soft cheeks turning slightly red from the force.
 
After several minutes of this deep, powerful fucking, Bhola suddenly changed his rhythm. He started moving faster — short, rapid thrusts that made his hips blur as he pounded into her.
 
Simran’s moans turned into continuous cries of pleasure.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… yeh kya kar rahe ho… aaahhh… main… aaahhh… aaahhh…!”
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… what are you doing… aaahhh… I… aaahhh… aaahhh…!”
 
Her orgasm hit her like a storm.
 
Her entire body started shaking violently. Her legs trembled, her ass quivered, and her pussy clamped down hard around his thrusting cock. A fresh gush of her creamy juices squirted out around his shaft as she came hard.
 
“Aaahhhhhhhhh… Bholaaa… aaahhh… main… aaahhh… aaahhh…!”
 
But Bhola didn’t stop or slow down. While she was still in the middle of her orgasm, he suddenly pulled his cock out completely. Simran let out a disappointed whimper at the sudden emptiness.
 
Before she could react, Bhola lay down on his back and pulled her on top of him. She was still shaking from her climax as he lined up his cock and shoved it back inside her in one smooth thrust.
 
Simran moaned loudly as she felt him fill her again. She collapsed onto his chest, breathing heavily, her face buried in his neck while he slowly fucked her from below, giving her time to recover.
 
After a few moments, Simran lifted her head and kissed him deeply. Their tongues met in a messy, passionate kiss as she started moving her hips.
 
She understood what he wanted.
 
Without taking his cock out, she adjusted her legs. She brought them forward, folding them on either side of his body, and sat up straight on his cock. It was an extremely shameless position — her legs spread wide, knees bent, hands resting on her own knees as she sat on him like she was squatting.
 
The red nightie was bunched uselessly around her waist. Her heavy breasts hung freely, nipples hard and leaking. Her mangalsutra swayed between them. Her bare, creamy ass rested on his thighs, and his thick cock was buried deep inside her pussy in full view.
 
Simran looked down between her legs and moaned softly at the sight of her stretched pussy lips wrapped tightly around his massive shaft.
 
She started bouncing.
 
Slowly at first, then with more confidence. Every time she lifted herself, several inches of his thick, glistening cock would slide out of her, only for her to drop back down and take him deep again. Her heavy breasts bounced wildly with every movement, milk occasionally leaking from her nipples.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… itna gehra… aaahhh…”
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… so deep… aaahhh…”
 
Bhola’s hands came up to grab her bouncing ass, squeezing the soft flesh as he helped her ride him. His eyes were fixed on where they were joined — watching his thick black cock disappear into her tight, married pussy again and again.
 
Simran’s moans were getting louder as she rode him in this obscene, squatting position. Her body was glistening with sweat, her hair messy, her face flushed with pure pleasure.
 
She was completely lost in the feeling of being filled by her servant’s massive cock.
 
Simran was riding him in that shameless squatting position, her legs spread wide on either side of Bhola’s body, her hands resting on her own knees for balance. Her pussy was stretched tightly around his thick cock, and every time she lifted herself, her swollen pink lips clung to his shaft before she dropped back down, taking him deep again.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Bhola could see she was struggling to maintain the rhythm for long. Her thighs were beginning to tremble from the effort. Without saying a word, he slid his hands under her soft, heavy ass cheeks and started helping her. His strong fingers dug into the plush flesh as he lifted her up and then guided her back down onto his cock.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola…” Simran moaned, her head falling back slightly as he took control of her movements.
 
Now she didn’t have to do all the work. Bhola was lifting her ass with his hands and then pulling her down firmly onto his cock. Every time she dropped, his thick shaft disappeared completely inside her wet pussy. The wet, squelching sounds grew louder with every movement.
 
Her heavy breasts — those big, soft, jelly-like mangoes — were bouncing wildly with every drop. They slapped against each other and against her chest, the dark nipples hard and leaking small drops of milk that occasionally flew onto Bhola’s stomach and chest. The mangalsutra swung between them, occasionally getting caught between her breasts.
 
Bhola’s eyes were fixed on her bouncing tits and the way her pussy was swallowing his cock again and again. He started lifting her higher and bringing her down harder. Simran’s moans became louder and more broken.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh…aur zor se… aaahhh…”
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… harder… aaahhh…”
 
After several intense minutes of this, Simran’s legs finally gave out. She fell forward onto Bhola’s chest with a soft, exhausted moan. Her breasts pressed against him, and before she could catch her breath, Bhola grabbed her face with both hands and pulled her into a deep, hungry kiss.
 
Their mouths locked together. Tongues immediately started dancing — wet, messy, and desperate. While they kissed, Bhola’s hands moved down to her waist. He gripped her tightly and started thrusting up into her from below.
 
This time there was no slow build-up.
 
Bhola began fucking her like a jackhammer.
 
His hips moved in short, powerful, rapid thrusts, driving his cock in and out of her soaked pussy at a brutal pace. The wet, slapping sounds became almost continuous. Simran’s moans were muffled against his mouth as he kept kissing her deeply, his tongue fucking her mouth the same way his cock was fucking her pussy.
 
“Aaahhh… mmmphhh… aaahhh…” Simran moaned into his mouth, her body shaking on top of him.
 
Bhola didn’t slow down. He kept pounding into her from below, his hands holding her waist firmly so she couldn’t escape the force of his thrusts. Her pussy was making loud, filthy, wet sounds every time his cock slammed inside her.
 
Simran’s first orgasm hit her suddenly.
 
Her body tensed on top of him and she moaned loudly into his mouth as her pussy convulsed around his thrusting cock. Her juices gushed out, soaking his cock and balls. But Bhola didn’t stop. He kept fucking her through her orgasm, his thrusts becoming even faster.
 
Before she could fully recover from the first one, a second orgasm crashed into her.
 
Simran’s eyes rolled back as she came again, her body trembling violently on top of him. She tried to break the kiss to breathe, but Bhola held her face and kept kissing her deeply, swallowing her moans as he continued jackhammering into her from below.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… main… aaahhh… aaahhh…!”
 
A third orgasm followed soon after. Simran was completely overwhelmed. Her body was shaking uncontrollably, and she could barely kiss him back anymore. She was just moaning into his mouth while he kept fucking her without mercy.
 
Bhola’s pace became almost frantic.
 
The wet, obscene sound of his cock rapidly sliding in and out of her flooded pussy filled the room. Simran’s juices were everywhere — coating his cock, dripping down his balls, and making a mess on the bedsheet beneath them. Her heavy breasts were squished against his chest, milk leaking from her nipples onto his skin.
 
Bhola suddenly broke the kiss. He grabbed her ass with both hands, spreading her cheeks as he thrust upward with everything he had.
 
“Bhabhi… aaaahhhhhh…” he groaned.
 
Simran could only moan in response. She was too far gone.
 
With a deep, guttural groan, Bhola slammed his cock as deep as it could go and started cumming.
 
Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted inside her. The first powerful spurt hit deep against her cervix. Simran gasped loudly as she felt the hot liquid flooding her. Bhola kept thrusting in short, jerky movements as he came, pumping wave after wave of thick cum into her married pussy.
 
Simran could feel everything.
 
The hot, heavy spurts kept coming — one after another, filling her up completely. There was so much cum that it started leaking out around his cock even while he was still inside her, dripping down onto his balls. Bhola’s hips kept twitching upward as he emptied himself deep inside her.
 
Simran lay on his chest, completely spent, her pussy still spasming around his cock as it continued to throb and release more cum inside her. She could feel the warmth spreading deep in her belly.
 
Bhola’s arms wrapped around her tightly, holding her close as the last few spurts of cum pulsed into her flooded pussy.
 
Neither of them spoke for a long time.
 
Only the sound of their heavy breathing and the occasional wet drip of cum leaking out of her could be heard in the room.
 
Simran slowly pushed herself up from Bhola’s chest. Her body was trembling, her legs unsteady. She looked completely wrecked — her hair was messy and sticking to her sweaty face, her lips were swollen from kissing, and her heavy breasts were glistening with a mix of sweat and milk. Between her thighs, thick white cum was slowly leaking out of her freshly fucked pussy, running down her inner thighs in messy trails.
 
She leaned down and gave Bhola a long, soft kiss on the lips before getting off the bed. Bhola, still breathing heavily, sat up slowly. He looked exhausted, but his eyes followed her every movement.
 
He reached for a towel lying nearby and held it out toward her.
 
“Bhabhi… main saaf kar deta hoon,” he said quietly.
“Bhabhi… I’ll clean it,” he said quietly.
 
Simran looked at the towel, then at him. She shook her head.
 
“Nahi… main nahati hoon.”
“No… I’ll bathe.”
 
Without saying anything else, she walked toward the small attached bathroom. What surprised Bhola was that she didn’t close the door behind her. She left it slightly open — an open invitation.
 
Bhola sat on the bed for a few seconds, staring at the half-open bathroom door. He could hear the sound of the shower being turned on. The sound of water hitting the tiles filled the quiet room.
 
Inside the bathroom, Simran stood under the shower. The warm water cascaded over her body, washing away the sweat and some of the cum from between her legs. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, letting the water run over her face and breasts. Her body was still sensitive, her pussy still throbbing from the rough fucking she had just received.
 
She didn’t have to wait long.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Within a few minutes, she felt movement behind her. Two strong hands slid around her waist and moved upward to grab her heavy, wet breasts from behind. At the same time, she felt something thick and heavy press against her ass — his cock, already half-hard again, resting between her ass cheeks like a third hand.
 
Simran gasped and almost jumped.
 
“Bhola…!”
 
Before she could say anything more, she turned around in his arms. The moment she faced him, Bhola pulled her close and captured her lips in a deep kiss. The shower water poured over both of them as they stood there, kissing under the running water. His hands roamed over her wet body — squeezing her ass, sliding up her back, then coming back to her breasts.
 
Simran kissed him back for a few seconds, her hands resting on his chest. But when she felt his cock twitching and growing harder against her stomach, she pulled her mouth away.
 
She reached down between their bodies and wrapped her fingers around his thick, heavy cock.
 
“No…” she whispered, her voice soft but firm. “Abhi nehi, Bhola. Baad mein.”
 
Bhola didn’t listen immediately. He leaned down and took one of her wet nipples into his mouth, sucking on it hungrily. Warm water mixed with the milk that leaked out as he sucked. His other hand kept rubbing her body — sliding over her waist, her hips, and back to her ass, squeezing the soft flesh possessively.
 
Simran’s eyes fluttered. A soft moan escaped her lips as he sucked on her breast. For a moment, she almost gave in. Her fingers tightened around his cock, and her body leaned into him.
 
But then she pushed him away gently with both hands.
 
“Bhola… bas karo,” she said, her voice a little breathless. “Abhi nahi. Kaam karna hai. Bahut saara kaam baki hai.”
“Bhola… stop it,” she said, her voice a little breathless. “Not now. We have work to do. There’s still a lot of work left.”
 
Bhola stepped back slightly, but his eyes were still dark with hunger. He looked down at his own cock — it was now fully hard again, thick and heavy, pointing straight at her. Water ran down its length as it throbbed visibly.
 
Simran also looked at it. She could see it getting harder by the second, the veins bulging along the shaft.
 
She swallowed and looked back at his face.
 
“Bhola… not now,” she repeated, more softly this time. “Please.”
 
Bhola didn’t say anything. He just stood there under the shower with her, his massive cock standing erect between them, while water continued to pour over their bodies. His breathing was still heavy, and the look in his eyes made it clear that he was far from done.
 
Simran turned her back to him again, trying to focus on washing herself, but she could feel his presence right behind her — and the heat of his hard cock hovering dangerously close to her ass.
 
The tension in the small bathroom was thick.
 
Simran’s protests were growing weaker by the second.
 
Even as she told Bhola “not now,” her body was betraying her. Her fingers were still wrapped around his thick, heavy cock under the running water, and she was slowly stroking him without realizing it. Every time her hand moved up and down his shaft, he grew harder and thicker in her grip. The contrast of her small, fair hand against his dark, veiny cock looked obscene under the shower.
 
Bhola didn’t say anything. He simply stepped closer, pressing her back against the bathroom wall. The warm water kept falling over both of them as he leaned in and captured her lips again. This time, Simran didn’t pull away. Instead, she kissed him back — slowly at first, then with growing hunger. Her tongue met his, and soon they were kissing deeply, messily, water running between their mouths.
 
Her hand never stopped stroking him.
 
Bhola’s hands slid down to her ass. He grabbed both cheeks firmly and lifted her up in one smooth motion. Simran let out a small surprised gasp as her feet left the floor. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind his back. Her arms went around his neck for support.
 
Now she was completely in his arms, her back against the wall, her heavy breasts pressed against his chest, and her bare ass resting right on top of his hard cock. The thick shaft was trapped between her ass cheeks, hot and throbbing against her skin.
 
Bhola didn’t waste time.
 
He leaned down and took one of her wet nipples into his mouth. The moment his lips wrapped around it, he sucked hard. Warm milk immediately flowed into his mouth, mixing with the shower water. Simran moaned softly, her head falling back against the wall as he drank from her. His tongue flicked over her nipple while he sucked, drawing more milk out with every pull.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola…” she breathed, her voice shaky.
 
While he sucked on her breast, Simran’s hips moved on their own. She started slowly rubbing her pussy against his cock. Her swollen lips slid up and down along his thick shaft, coating it with her wetness. Every time she moved, the fat head of his cock would brush against her clit, making her shiver.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Bhola groaned against her breast. He switched to the other nipple, sucking even harder, drinking her milk greedily. His hands tightened on her ass as he felt her grinding on him.
 
Simran was losing whatever little control she had left.
 
Her pussy was dripping. She could feel how wet she was getting as she rubbed herself against his cock. Her moans were getting louder, mixing with the sound of the running shower.
 
Bhola finally pulled his mouth away from her breast. His lips were shiny with milk and water. He looked at her for a second, then reached down between their bodies with one hand. He held his thick cock and positioned the fat head right at her entrance.
 
Simran’s eyes widened slightly.
 
Before she could say anything, Bhola pushed upward.
 
The thick head stretched her pussy lips apart and slid inside in one smooth motion.
 
“Aaahhhhhhh…!” Simran cried out, the sound loud and filled with both pleasure and shock as he entered her.
 
Bhola didn’t thrust hard. He held her firmly in his arms and started moving his hips in slow, deliberate strokes. His cock moved in and out of her at a steady pace while he kept her lifted against the wall. Every time he pushed in, Simran let out a soft, broken moan.
 
He leaned down again and took her nipple back into his mouth, sucking on it while he fucked her slowly. Milk continued to flow as he drank from her. After a few moments, he pulled his mouth away, lifted his face, and kissed her deeply.
 
While they kissed, he pushed some of her own milk from his mouth into hers.
 
Simran moaned into the kiss as she tasted her milk on his tongue. Their kiss became wet and messy — tongues sliding, milk and water mixing between their mouths as Bhola continued to fuck her with slow, deep strokes.
 
Her legs tightened around his waist. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she kissed him back hungrily, completely surrendering to the moment. The shower water kept pouring over them, washing over their joined bodies while Bhola moved inside her steadily, his cock stretching her pussy with every thrust.
 
Simran’s soft moans filled the small bathroom, mixing with the sound of running water and the wet sounds of their bodies moving together.
 
The shower was becoming a problem.
 
Water kept falling directly on their faces, making it difficult to kiss properly, and the constant spray was getting into their eyes and mouths. Bhola didn’t bother turning it off. Instead, he simply tightened his grip on Simran’s wet ass, lifted her higher against the wall, and stepped out of the shower with her still impaled on his cock.
 
Water dripped from both their bodies as he carried her straight to the bed. He sat down on the edge of the mattress with Simran still straddling him. The moment his ass touched the bed, Simran’s instincts took over completely.
 
She didn’t wait.
 
Placing her hands on his shoulders for support, she started bouncing on his cock — hard.
 
The wet, slapping sounds of her ass hitting his thighs echoed loudly in the room.
 
*Plap… plap… plap… plap…*
 
Her soaked pussy was making obscene, wet noises every time she dropped down and took his entire thick length inside her. Because they were both dripping wet from the shower, the sounds were louder and filthier than before.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… aaahhh…!” Simran moaned without any shame now, her voice high and broken. “Bhola… aaahhh… itna mota… aaahhh… meri… aaahhh… aaahhh…!”
 
Bhola leaned back slightly, both hands grabbing her heavy, bouncing breasts. He squeezed them roughly, mauling the soft, wet flesh as milk leaked from her nipples onto his fingers. Every time she came down hard on his cock, her breasts jiggled wildly in his hands.
 
The sight was filthy.
 
A married woman, completely naked except for her mangalsutra, riding her servant’s massive cock with desperation. Her wet hair was sticking to her back and shoulders, water droplets running down her body, and her pussy was stretched wide around his thick, dark shaft. The contrast of her fair skin against his darker cock looked scandalous.
 
Simran was moaning continuously now, her voice getting louder with every bounce.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aur zor se… aaahhh… meri chuchiyan mat chhodo… aaahhh… aaahhh…!”
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… harder… aaahhh… don’t stop sucking my boobs… aaahhh… aaahhh…!”
 
Bhola’s hands kept squeezing and playing with her breasts while she rode him. He occasionally leaned forward to suck on her nipples, drinking her milk as she kept jumping on his cock.
 
They were both so lost in the moment that neither of them heard the phone ringing at first.
 
It was only when the ringtone kept going on persistently that Simran’s mind registered the sound. Her eyes suddenly flew open. She looked toward the bedside table and saw Preeti’s name flashing on the screen.
 
Panic hit her instantly.
 
She pushed Bhola’s chest with both hands with full force.
 
“Ruko… Bhola ruk jao!”
“Stop… Bhola, stop!”, she said breathlessly, trying to get off him.
 
Bhola, surprised by the sudden push, let her go. Simran quickly climbed off his cock and reached for the phone with shaky hands. She stared at Preeti’s name but didn’t pick up the call. Her heart was pounding.
 
Before she could even catch her breath, she felt Bhola move behind her.
 
He grabbed her waist and pushed her forward onto the bed. Simran barely had time to react before he positioned himself behind her and shoved his cock straight back into her extremely wet pussy in one hard thrust.
 
“Aaaahhhhhh…!” Simran screamed into the bedsheet as his thick cock stretched her open again.
 
Bhola didn’t give her any time to adjust. He started fucking her immediately — standing on the floor while she was on her knees on the bed, her upper body lying flat on the mattress. Both of them were still wet from the shower, their skin glistening under the bedroom light.
 
The position was raw and shameless.
 
Bhola held her waist tightly and started pounding into her from behind. His hips slapped loudly against her ass with every thrust. Simran’s moans were loud and uncontrollable now.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… ruk ja… aaahhh… Preeti ka call aa raha hai… aaahhh… aaahhh…!”
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… stop… aaahhh… Preeti’s call is coming… aaahhh… aaahhh…!”
 
But Bhola was too far gone. He kept fucking her hard and deep, his cock moving in and out of her soaked pussy at a steady, powerful pace. Water droplets from their bodies were flying with every thrust.
 
Just then, her phone vibrated again.
 
A WhatsApp message popped up on the screen.
 
Preeti: Reaching in 15 minutes. Keep the gate open.
 
Simran’s eyes widened in horror when she read the message. She immediately turned her head and looked back at Bhola with panic in her eyes.
 
“Bhola… ruk ja… please… Preeti aa rahi hai… 15 minute mein… aaahhh…!”
“Bhola… stop… please… Preeti is coming… in 15 minutes… aaahhh…!”
 
Bhola finally slowed down. He stopped thrusting but kept his cock buried deep inside her. He didn’t pull out. Instead, he stayed pressed against her ass, his thick length still stretching her pussy as he leaned forward slightly.
 
Simran was breathing heavily, her face half-buried in the bedsheet. She could feel every inch of him inside her — hot, hard, and throbbing.
 
“Bahut der ho gayi hai Bhola…” she said, her voice shaky. “Nikal… please nikal ja…”
“It’s too late now, Bhola…” she said, her voice shaky. “Pull out… please pull out…”
 
Bhola didn’t move. His hands were still holding her waist firmly. He looked down at where they were connected — his thick cock buried inside her married pussy, her lips stretched tightly around him, and her juices mixed with his cum leaking out around the base.
 
He stayed right there, deep inside her, even as the clock started ticking.
 
Bhola had completely lost control.
 
The moment Simran told him that Preeti was coming, something inside him snapped. Instead of stopping, he grabbed her waist tightly with both hands and started fucking her like a man possessed.
 
His thrusts became long, fast, and brutal.
 
*Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!*
 
His hips slammed into her ass with powerful, rapid strokes. His thick cock was driving in and out of her soaked pussy at a frantic pace. The wet, obscene sounds of their fucking filled the room as he pounded into her without mercy.
 
Simran’s eyes widened in shock.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… ruk ja… aaahhh… Preeti… aaahhh… aaahhh…!”
 
But Bhola wasn’t listening. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her waist as he pulled her back onto his cock with every thrust. His heavy balls were slapping loudly against her pussy. Simran’s body was jerking forward with every powerful stroke, her heavy breasts swinging beneath her.
 
She tried to speak again, but her words kept breaking into loud, helpless moans.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aur zor se… aaahhh… main… aaahhh… aaahhh…!”
 
Bhola fucked her like this for another minute, his breathing rough and heavy. Then, without any warning, he suddenly pulled his cock out of her pussy. Before Simran could even react, he grabbed her hair with one hand and turned her around roughly.
 
In the next second, he shoved his thick, glistening cock straight into her mouth.
 
Simran’s eyes flew open in surprise.
 
“Mmmphhh—!”
 
Bhola held her head with both hands and started thrusting into her mouth. Within seconds, his cock swelled and he started cumming hard.
 
Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted into her mouth.
 
The first powerful spurt hit the back of her throat. Simran’s eyes watered as she instinctively started swallowing. But Bhola kept cumming — wave after wave of thick, creamy cum flooded her mouth. It was too much. Some of it overflowed from the corners of her lips and dripped down her chin onto her breasts.
 
Simran kept gulping, trying her best to swallow everything. Her throat moved as she drank his load, her eyes half-closed. Bhola’s cock kept throbbing and pulsing between her lips as he emptied himself completely into her mouth.
 
Finally, after what felt like a long time, his orgasm subsided.
 
Simran pulled her mouth off his cock, gasping for air. Thick strings of cum and saliva connected her lips to his cock. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, breathing heavily.
 
For a few seconds, both of them stayed still, trying to catch their breath.
 
Then reality hit Simran like a bucket of cold water.
 
She suddenly pushed Bhola away with both hands.
 
“Bhola… jao! Jaldi se kapde pehno!” she said in a panicked voice. “Neeche ka darwaza khula hai! Preeti aa rahi hai… 15 minute mein yahan pahunch jayegi!”
“Bhola… go! Quickly put on your clothes!” she said in a panicked voice. “The downstairs door is open! Preeti is coming… she’ll be here in 15 minutes!”
 
Bhola, who was still standing there naked with his semi-hard cock hanging between his legs, suddenly came back to his senses. His eyes widened as he realized what she had just said.
 
Without wasting another second, he turned around and ran out of the room completely naked. His wet feet made soft sounds as he rushed down the stairs.
 
When he reached the main door, he saw that it was wide open. The evening wind had pushed it open completely. Anyone could have walked in. Bhola’s heart skipped a beat. He quickly stepped outside, looked around to make sure no one was there, and then pulled the door shut. He locked it properly from inside and let out a sigh of relief.
 
Still naked, he ran back upstairs and went straight to his room. He closed the door behind him and locked it. His chest was rising and falling rapidly as he stood there for a moment, trying to calm himself down.
 
He quickly grabbed a fresh pair of clothes from his cupboard and started getting dressed. His mind was still spinning from everything that had just happened — the intense fucking, cumming in Simran’s mouth, and the sudden panic of Preeti arriving.
 
Meanwhile, upstairs in the bedroom, Simran was still sitting on the bed, completely naked and messy. Her lips were swollen, her chin and breasts had traces of Bhola’s cum, and her pussy was still leaking.
 
She looked at the clock.
 
Preeti would be here any minute.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Guys i am really liking your comments. One user even said i could have done better. I am sure I could have. As luck wud have it, just when i was finishing the final scenes something terrible was happening in my love life. I am not a youngstar, but Dil to Bachcha hai Ji. It disturbed me a lot and i was a bit engaged elsewhere mentally. What to say. Women! You can't live with them, you can't live without them. 

Next update will be deliberate and will have some drama definitely. We are graduating to Chapter 5 now. We need some spice too in the mixture. But lets give it some time.

And thanks a lot for the comments. They are really engaging. 

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Wow such a lengthy and delightful discussion on the concept and character of Simran. What I understand is Simran did it because she got a green signal from Preeti. Its not easy to allow such things. But she is now used to so much of Bhola's cock. But then the husband not knowing is a cheating but users want him to die ?, bugger is working, not a cuckold yet. What will happen in future? Now that Bhola is very confident with his dick and satisfying a woman, will it become plural? Whats with the hurry to get pregnant? They just started having fun. So many angles to think. Also i dont want it to be a repeat of Bhola and Neetu story. Else there is no creativity here. Lets see where it goes. 

Hope u guys and girls had a good shag. 

Also, i sometimes wonder about different types of cuckold. Since this concept is very popular.
1. The one who sits in same room, watches and shags.
2. The one who participates too but is clearly dominated.
3. The one who is bisexual and gets fucked by the bull too.
4. The one who is not allowed to sit and watch but informed by the wife.
5. The one and i think interesting, the clever one who watches the wife and the bull, again and again but never confronts them that he knows about them. He infact sets the stage sometimes.
6. The one, the worst one, who is humiliated openly infront of wife by bull and wife also humiliates, this one gives a bad taste always after reading.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Hi your fifth point is very good as per your writing style. But i would recommend once again please make this story stand apart from such stories.... let Simran get pregnant after enough sex till she gets satisfied,  let her get fucked during and post pregnancy as well by bhola and let her do it by keeping it secret from husband. 

Give a slight time jump let the kid grow into a teenager and let her reunite with bhola again and her old addiction of bhola comes back again , but this time she will be in her 40s to 45s , now let her keep it secret from her husband and teenage kid. Followed by a second pregnancy

Bro this exact story already exists. By spankedboy

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Another cuck story... Omg

Not a cuck story at all.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

I understand the interest level of all readers. But i need time for next update. As and when something is ready I will post it. I apologize, its not possible for weekly updates. Too much of work pressure. 

However this doesn't mean you guys don't discuss stuff here. I will know whats the weather like. 

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Hi Guys, 
Sorry was busy in personal life. Update will come. Just give me a week or so.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Guys, i am planning to handover this story to someone else. I was writing this story very eagerly but I am not very sure, I should write anymore. If you want to take over kindly let me know. I will try to give an update but I am convinced, I should stop publishing.

I had a great time writing. I need work on myself now. So please think about it. If you think you can do justice just let me know.

Happy gooning.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Bhai ek mahina ho gaya.... Next update dede... Please don't abandon this great story bro?

I didn't get anyone who is willing to write. So i have started writing again. If u guys have waited so long. Wait for 10 more days. I am trying to set it into a motion of something scalable.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Saturday evening I am trying. 

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Please dont get angry guys. Lots of pages and lots of editing. 

As and when its over i will publish the update. I am trying to do it in a decent manner so that i can put this story to a logical setup.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

very nice update

What to do. Life is so unpredictable. My life doesn't seem to have stability. Sometimes this, sometimes that. Today evening i am trying to give an update. I have written a lot but can give a small update today. Because editing it will take time.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

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Simran was still catching her breath after the intense session. Her body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, her pussy was still throbbing, and traces of Bhola’s cum were leaking down her thighs. She looked at him, her face flushed, and tried to gather her thoughts.
 
“Bhola… Preeti aa rahi hai. Tu jaa aur usko receive kar. Bol dena main nahane gayi hoon. Aur haan… apna underwear pehen lena,”
“Bhola… Preeti is coming. You go and receive her. Tell her I’ve gone to take a bath. And yes… put on your underwear,”
she said softly, her voice still a little shaky.
 
She reached down and grabbed his thick, semi-hard cock in her hand. It twitched at her touch. Simran leaned in and gave him a quick, possessive kiss on the lips.
 
“Isse andar kar lo,”
“Tuck this inside,”
she whispered against his mouth, giving his cock one last gentle squeeze before letting go.
 
Bhola nodded, still dazed. He quickly pulled on his underwear and pants, adjusted himself, and went downstairs.
 
Simran took a deep breath and headed to the bathroom again. She needed to clean herself properly. The warm water felt good on her skin as she stood under the shower for the second time that evening. She rubbed her body thoroughly, making sure every trace of their encounter was washed away — the cum from her thighs, the stickiness between her legs, the faint scent of sex. She even used Listerine mouthwash, swishing it around her mouth for a long time to get rid of any lingering taste or smell.
 
As she dried herself, her mind was racing.
 
Preeti cannot know everything yet. Bhola is mine right now. I don’t want to share him. Not so soon.
 
She chose a simple, decent sundress — light blue, knee-length, with modest sleeves. It looked innocent and proper, covering her body completely. She brushed her hair neatly and put on a light touch of makeup. When she looked in the mirror, she appeared like the perfect, composed housewife again.
 
She started coming downstairs slowly. Halfway down the stairs, she paused.
 
Preeti was already sitting on the sofa, cross-legged. Her short frock had ridden up dangerously high, exposing her smooth, fair thighs almost completely. The dress was tight around her chest, accentuating her figure. She looked effortlessly sexy.
 
Bhola was sitting in front of her on a chair, talking politely. Preeti was leaning forward slightly, playing with her hair, tucking a strand behind her ear every few seconds — a clear, unconscious sign of flirting. She was smiling and asking him questions about his family, his village, his brother Jai, and how his father was doing. Her voice was sweet and engaging.
 
Simran stood on the stairs for a few seconds longer, watching them. A strange, possessive feeling twisted in her stomach. Preeti’s thighs were on full display, and the way she kept adjusting her posture, laughing softly, and touching her hair made it obvious she was trying to seduce Bhola.
 
Simran’s jaw tightened slightly.
 
She took a deep breath, composed herself, and continued walking down the stairs with a calm smile on her face.
 
Simran stood quietly on the stairs, half-hidden, watching the scene unfold below.
 
Preeti was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, her short frock riding up high on her thighs. Every time she shifted even slightly, more of her smooth, fair skin was exposed. She was leaning forward toward Bhola, who sat on the chair opposite her, still a little flushed from everything that had happened upstairs just minutes ago.
 
Preeti smiled and tilted her head.
 
“Bhola… tum workout karte ho kya?” she asked, her voice soft and curious. “Body dekh ke lagta hai bahut mehnat karte ho. Arms itne tight lag rahe hain.”
“Bhola… do you work out?” she asked, her voice soft and curious. “Looking at your body, it seems you work very hard. Your arms look so tight.”
 
Bhola looked a little uncomfortable but answered politely.
 
“Ji madam… gaon mein kaam karte-karte body tight ho jaati hai. Khet, paani, lakdi… sab kuch haath se hi karna padta hai.”
“Yes Madam… working in the village makes the body tight. Fields, water, wood… everything has to be done by hand.”
 
Preeti’s eyes moved slowly over his shoulders and chest. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear again, a deliberate little gesture.
 
“Hmm… dikhta hai. Bahut strong lagte ho. Kabhi koi problem to nahi hoti body mein? Jaise… zyada mehnat karne se kuch sujan ya tightness?”
“Hmm… it shows. You look very strong. Do you ever have any problem in the body? Like… any swelling or tightness from working too hard?”
 
The double meaning hung in the air. Bhola didn’t fully catch it, but his body reacted. His cock, which had never fully softened after the intense session with Simran, twitched inside his pants.
 
“Nahi madam… bas kabhi-kabhi thakaan hoti hai.”
“No Madam… just sometimes I feel tired.”
 
Preeti smiled wider, her eyes dropping for a second to his lap before coming back up.
 
“Main doctor hoon na… isliye pooch rahi hoon. Kabhi-kabhi body mein pressure build up ho jaata hai. Especially neeche. Agar control na kiya toh… problem ho sakti hai.”
“I’m a doctor, right… that’s why I’m asking. Sometimes pressure builds up in the body. Especially down there. If it’s not controlled… there can be a problem.”
 
She shifted again, uncrossing and re-crossing her legs. The short frock climbed higher. From the stairs, Simran could clearly see the soft curve of Preeti’s inner thighs.
 
Bhola swallowed.
 
“Ji… main theek hoon.”
“Yes… I’m fine.”
 
Preeti leaned forward a little more, resting her elbows on her knees. Her cleavage became more visible.
 
“Sach mein? Lagta hai aaj thoda stress mein ho. Face thoda red hai. Heartbeat tez lag rahi hogi. Kabhi aisa feel hota hai ki… kuch andar se pressure bana hua hai? Bahut tightly?”
“Really? You seem a bit stressed today. Your face is a little red. Your heartbeat must be fast. Do you ever feel like… there’s some pressure building up inside? Very tightly?”
 
Bhola’s ears turned red. His cock was now fully hard again, pressing uncomfortably against his underwear. He shifted in the chair, trying to hide it.
 
“Madam… main theek hoon,” he repeated, his voice a little strained.
 
Preeti’s smile turned playful. She looked at his T-shirt.
 
“Ek baat bolun? Main doctor ke hisse se dekhna chahti hoon. Kabhi-kabhi upper body tight hone se neeche pressure badh jaata hai. Agar aap T-shirt nikaal do… toh main dekh sakti hoon ki muscle tension to nahi hai.”
“Can I say one thing? I want to check as a doctor. Sometimes when the upper body is tight, pressure increases down below. If you take off your T-shirt… I can see if there’s any muscle tension.”
 
She said it casually, as if it was the most normal request in the world.
 
Bhola froze.
 
“Madam…?”
 
Preeti tilted her head, still smiling.
 
“Kya hua? Main doctor hoon. Bas ek chhota sa check. Tension dekhne ke liye. Bahut simple hai.”
“What happened? I’m a doctor. Just a small check. To see the tension. It’s very simple.”