He leaned down, his mouth engulfing my nipple. I let out a sharp cry as he began to suckle. It wasn't the frantic tugging of a hungry infant; it was slow, rhythmic, and intensely sexual. I felt the let-down reflex hit me like an electric shock, milk flowing into his mouth.
"Mmm, itna meetha," he groaned against my skin, looking up at me with milk staining his lips. "Tum amrit pili rahi ho mujhe, Rhea."




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