After their long, filthy night of relentless tit fucking, greedy milk drinking, and stretching her tiny innie with two thick fingers, Ananya had finally collapsed into a deep, exhausted sleep just before dawn. Her body was a beautiful mess,glistening with dried ropes of his cum, her own warm milk still slowly leaking from her swollen, puffy nipples, and the faint ache of being so thoroughly used lingering between her thighs.
Lord Vikram had watched her sleep for a while, his cock twitching at the sight, before he left her to rest. He wanted her body refreshed, her skin glowing, and her mind utterly consumed by desperate need when he claimed her again. He had plans, big, filthy, possessive plans and today was the day he would introduce her to something new, something that would bind her even more completely to him.
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