Amber's body had become a constant betrayal. The lactation induced by Kabir's careful dosing had settled into a relentless rhythm. Her breasts were perpetually full, heavy with milk that leaked at the slightest arousal—which was constant now. Nipples dark and hypersensitive, beading with fluid through her bras, leaving damp spots on blouses if she wasn't careful. The deep ache inside them only eased when she imagined his mouth, sucking greedily, drinking her dry.
Raj's restrictions had tightened. No more off-campus excuses. Guards shadowed her every move on campus. But Kabir was resourceful. Wealth and connections opened doors.
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