The morning sun had climbed higher, bathing the master bedroom in warm golden light. Lord Vikram had been awake for more than an hour now, propped on one elbow, simply watching Ananya sleep. She looked breathtakingly beautiful like this, completely naked, her massive breasts rising and falling with every slow breath, faint traces of dried milk and cum still glistening on her skin. The herbal medicine kept her deep in healing slumber, but even in sleep her body had responded so happily to him. He had fucked her gently while she dreamed, sliding into her pussy, then between her heavy breasts, then into her soft mouth. She had moaned his name over and over, her pussy spasming around him, her milk spurting as she came without ever waking up. The memory made his cock twitch with fresh hunger.
My perfect little randi. Even unconscious she craves me. Her body knows who it belongs to. Those filthy dreams she was having , all about my cock owning her holes. I must keep feeding that depraved lust inside her every single day which craves . Today is a new chapter for us. Today the crimson room waits for her.
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