Pradeep slammed the door of his small room shut, his back pressed against the wood as his chest rose and fell in ragged bursts. His fingers were still slick, coated thickly in Rohini’s warm, creamy cunt honey that had gushed so messily when she came for him. The sweet-salty taste of her breast milk mixed with the heady, musky scent of her arousal clung to his skin, making his heavy cock throb painfully against the confines of his shorts. Every heartbeat sent another rush of hot blood surging to his erection, the swollen head already weeping sticky strands of pre-cum that soaked through the fabric.

He could still hear her broken, desperate whimpers echoing in his ears — the way her shy voice had cracked into soft, needy moans as her married pussy clenched and fluttered wildly around his invading fingers, flooding his hand with her hot, slippery release while her baby nursed obliviously from her other breast. Bhabhi… my perfect, leaking bhabhi. You came so hard for your devar.

The sound of the front door opening yanked him back to reality. Vikram’s voice carried through the house, tired but warm. “Rohini? I’m home early today.”

Pradeep’s pulse spiked with dark, delicious tension. He quickly wiped his glistening fingers on his thigh, adjusted his massive, aching bulge, and stepped out wearing a casual smile, even as fire burned through his veins.

Rohini emerged from the master bedroom moments later, her pink saree slightly disheveled, the pallu clinging damply to her heavy, milk-swollen breasts. Faint wet patches bloomed across the thin fabric where her nipples had leaked from his rough sucking. Her fair sandalwood skin glowed with a deep post-orgasm flush, her orange-juicy lips parted as she breathed a little too fast. Her thick thighs pressed together subtly with every step, clearly trying to contain the warm, slick mess still dripping from her freshly fingered pussy.

Vikram pulled her into a quick hug, kissing her forehead. “Long commute. How are you and Manu? Pradeep helping out?”

She nodded shyly, her dark eyes flicking to Pradeep for one heated, guilty second — shame, lingering pleasure, and the first dangerous sparks of addiction swirling in them — before dropping to the floor. “Yes… he’s been very helpful.”

Pradeep lingered nearby, watching like a hungry wolf. Even from across the room, the faint, intoxicating scent of her aroused cunt and leaking milk reached him, making his mouth water. Dinner became exquisite torture. He sat directly across from her, his bare foot sliding boldly under the table to caress her smooth calf, then higher, nudging insistently between her thighs. Rohini stiffened, squeezing her legs around his foot, but not before he felt the scorching, damp heat radiating from her core. A fresh trickle of her juices had clearly escaped — his sole grew slick against her skin.

Every time Vikram looked away, Pradeep’s gaze devoured the deep valley of her cleavage, the way her stiff brown nipples poked visibly against the damp blouse. Milk continued to leak slowly; tiny dark spots bloomed and spread, turning the fabric deliciously translucent. His cock stayed rock-hard the entire meal, twitching with every subtle, guilty shift of her body.

After dinner, Vikram retreated to the study for his late-night work call. “I’ll be on this for at least two hours. Don’t disturb unless it’s urgent.”

The door clicked shut.

Pradeep waited three heartbeats before rising and stalking into the kitchen. Rohini stood at the sink, back to him, the lush curve of her plump ass perfectly outlined by the saree. He pressed his hard, throbbing body flush against her from behind, letting his thick erection nestle deep between her soft ass cheeks. One rough hand claimed her left breast, squeezing the heavy, overflowing mound. Warm, sweet milk sprayed instantly into his palm, soaking the blouse in hot, sticky streams.

“Pradeep… please… Vikram is right there…” Rohini whispered, voice shaky and breathless. Yet her body betrayed her instantly — arching back, grinding her ass against his pulsing cock as another bead of milk trickled down his wrist.

He pinched her fat nipple hard, rolling and tugging it, drawing out a longer, thicker spurt of creamy milk. “Shhh, my naughty bhabhi. Feel how fucking hard your devar is for this sloppy married pussy. You’re still dripping from earlier, aren’t you? I can smell how wet and needy you are for me.”

His other hand yanked her saree up roughly, bunching it around her wide hips. No panties. Her bare cunt was a soaked, puffy disaster — glistening folds coated in thick, creamy arousal that had already dripped down her inner thighs in shiny streaks. Pradeep dragged two thick fingers slowly along her slit, parting the slick petals, circling her throbbing clit with teasing strokes. The filthy schlick-schlick sounds of her wetness filled the kitchen as more nectar overflowed.

Rohini whimpered, gripping the sink, hips rocking back despite herself. He pushed two fingers deep inside her scorching, velvety heat, curling them against her sweet spot while suckling hungrily from her leaking nipple. Milk and cunt juice mixed on his tongue as she trembled toward another shattering orgasm — right as Vikram’s voice called out from the study.

The risk only made her cum harder.

Pradeep forced her to lick her own creamy mess off his fingers while her husband waited just rooms away.

The night was young… but the real fire was only beginning.

Author’s Note -

The first real taste of risk, and she came even harder for it. Some threads of longing pull tightest when they’re not supposed to exist. Rohini is already cracking… but how much longer can she fight the wetness between her thighs when Pradeep decides it’s time to claim what’s his?

Chapter 2 is waiting.

In the next chapter, the hospital becomes their playground. Stolen touches in the lift. A locked bathroom. Her shy resistance slowly melting into desperate, dripping need. Will Rohini be able to keep her moans quiet when her devar fingers her tight virgin ass while her mother and husband are just outside the door?

The wetness is only getting worse.

Turn the page if you’re ready to get soaked. — MoonlitInk ❤️