20-10-2025, 12:55 PM
Scene 8: The Milky Aftermath
Simran and Ramesh lay tangled on the cool, damp grass, their bodies coated in sweat and passion. Simran's large, milky breasts were still exposed, one of them firmly held in the wet suction of Ramesh's mouth. The strong, primal pulls continued, even after their shared climax. The air was thick with the scent of sex and earth.
Ramesh: (Muttering against her breast, his voice thick with satisfied greed) "Oh, these are so soft, your breasts, so big and so soft. Like the finest balai. Please let me suck them, my Simran." (Oh, yeh kitni mulayam hain, tumhare chuchiyan, kitni badi aur kitni naram. Mujhe inhe choosne do, meri Simran.)
Simran: (Weakly, stroking his wet hair) "They are all yours, Sarpanch-ji. Drink your fill. You earned it, you dirty old man." (Yeh sab aapke hain. Piyo jee bhar ke. Aapne iski kamai ki hai, gande buddhe aadmi.)
Even as he suckled, Simran felt the spent length of his cock stirring inside her. It began to swell again, slowly hardening as he drew the warm milk from her. The sensation of his mouth on her breast and the returning pressure of his erection deep within her was a double dose of desire.
Simran: (A low purr) "Sarpanch-ji... you are becoming hard again... My milk is giving you taakat." (Sarpanch-ji... aap phir se sakht ho rahe hain... Mera doodh aapko taakat de raha hai.)
Ramesh pulled his mouth away from the nipple with a wet pop, a stream of white milk glistening on his chin. His eyes, dark and heavy with lust, fixed on hers.
Ramesh: "Taakat? You have awakened the beast in me, Beti. It doesn't sleep easily. I am not done with you." (Taakat? Tumne mere andar ke jaanwar ko jaga diya hai, Beti. Yeh aasani se nahi sota. Main tumhare saath khatam nahi hua hoon.)
He began to move again, slowly at first, his hips grinding against hers. Then, with a sudden surge of renewed energy, he began to thrust faster. His mouth was full of heavy breathing, and his hands moved from her hips, sliding down her wet buttocks. His fingers probed and found the moist, tight opening of her asshole.
Simran: (A sharp, surprised cry) "Ah! What are you doing? Ngh!" (Ah! Yeh kya kar rahe ho? Ngh!)
Ramesh: "Checking all your holes, Simran. I want to know where you are tightest. My fingers want to explore your secret place." (Tumhare saare ched check kar raha hoon, Simran. Main jaanna chahta hoon ki tum sabse zyada tight kahan ho. Meri ungliyan tumhari raaz ki jagah dhoondhna chahti hain.)
He pushed two thick fingers inside her asshole. The sudden, invasive stretch made Simran gasp, her body arching off the grass.
Simran: (A trembling, strained moan) "Ohh! It's so tight! Don't stop, Sarpanch-ji! Faster with your lund! Fuck my front hole while you stretch my back hole!" (Ohh! Yeh kitna tight hai! Ruko mat, Sarpanch-ji! Tez chalao apna lund! Mere aage ke chhed ko chodo jab aap mere peeche ke chhed ko kheench rahe ho!)
The dual penetration sent waves of intense, agonizing pleasure through her body. Ramesh, invigorated by her reaction and the tightness of her rear, began to pump his cock in and out of her pussy with brutal speed, his fingers working rhythmically inside her ass.
Ramesh: "You love this, don't you? You love being filled up! You are a whore for the Sarpanch's lund!" (Tumhe yeh accha lag raha hai na? Tumhe bhar jana pasand hai! Tum Sarpanch ke lund ke liye ek randi ho!)
Simran: "Yes! Randi! Chodo me! Chodo me, daddy! Fill me up with your village paani! Don't stop! I'm coming!" (Haan! Randi! Chodo mujhe! Chodo mujhe, daddy! Apne gaon ke paani se bhar do! Ruko mat! Main aa rahi hoon!)
The pace became a frantic blur of flesh and heavy breathing on the cool grass. Simran's final, powerful cry mingled with Ramesh's own roar of exertion as he held her hips down and spilled his load deep inside her front, his fingers clenching tight in her asshole. They collapsed onto the earth, slick and spent, the Sarpanch's body twitching in post-climax spasms.
Simran and Ramesh lay tangled on the cool, damp grass, their bodies coated in sweat and passion. Simran's large, milky breasts were still exposed, one of them firmly held in the wet suction of Ramesh's mouth. The strong, primal pulls continued, even after their shared climax. The air was thick with the scent of sex and earth.
Ramesh: (Muttering against her breast, his voice thick with satisfied greed) "Oh, these are so soft, your breasts, so big and so soft. Like the finest balai. Please let me suck them, my Simran." (Oh, yeh kitni mulayam hain, tumhare chuchiyan, kitni badi aur kitni naram. Mujhe inhe choosne do, meri Simran.)
Simran: (Weakly, stroking his wet hair) "They are all yours, Sarpanch-ji. Drink your fill. You earned it, you dirty old man." (Yeh sab aapke hain. Piyo jee bhar ke. Aapne iski kamai ki hai, gande buddhe aadmi.)
Even as he suckled, Simran felt the spent length of his cock stirring inside her. It began to swell again, slowly hardening as he drew the warm milk from her. The sensation of his mouth on her breast and the returning pressure of his erection deep within her was a double dose of desire.
Simran: (A low purr) "Sarpanch-ji... you are becoming hard again... My milk is giving you taakat." (Sarpanch-ji... aap phir se sakht ho rahe hain... Mera doodh aapko taakat de raha hai.)
Ramesh pulled his mouth away from the nipple with a wet pop, a stream of white milk glistening on his chin. His eyes, dark and heavy with lust, fixed on hers.
Ramesh: "Taakat? You have awakened the beast in me, Beti. It doesn't sleep easily. I am not done with you." (Taakat? Tumne mere andar ke jaanwar ko jaga diya hai, Beti. Yeh aasani se nahi sota. Main tumhare saath khatam nahi hua hoon.)
He began to move again, slowly at first, his hips grinding against hers. Then, with a sudden surge of renewed energy, he began to thrust faster. His mouth was full of heavy breathing, and his hands moved from her hips, sliding down her wet buttocks. His fingers probed and found the moist, tight opening of her asshole.
Simran: (A sharp, surprised cry) "Ah! What are you doing? Ngh!" (Ah! Yeh kya kar rahe ho? Ngh!)
Ramesh: "Checking all your holes, Simran. I want to know where you are tightest. My fingers want to explore your secret place." (Tumhare saare ched check kar raha hoon, Simran. Main jaanna chahta hoon ki tum sabse zyada tight kahan ho. Meri ungliyan tumhari raaz ki jagah dhoondhna chahti hain.)
He pushed two thick fingers inside her asshole. The sudden, invasive stretch made Simran gasp, her body arching off the grass.
Simran: (A trembling, strained moan) "Ohh! It's so tight! Don't stop, Sarpanch-ji! Faster with your lund! Fuck my front hole while you stretch my back hole!" (Ohh! Yeh kitna tight hai! Ruko mat, Sarpanch-ji! Tez chalao apna lund! Mere aage ke chhed ko chodo jab aap mere peeche ke chhed ko kheench rahe ho!)
The dual penetration sent waves of intense, agonizing pleasure through her body. Ramesh, invigorated by her reaction and the tightness of her rear, began to pump his cock in and out of her pussy with brutal speed, his fingers working rhythmically inside her ass.
Ramesh: "You love this, don't you? You love being filled up! You are a whore for the Sarpanch's lund!" (Tumhe yeh accha lag raha hai na? Tumhe bhar jana pasand hai! Tum Sarpanch ke lund ke liye ek randi ho!)
Simran: "Yes! Randi! Chodo me! Chodo me, daddy! Fill me up with your village paani! Don't stop! I'm coming!" (Haan! Randi! Chodo mujhe! Chodo mujhe, daddy! Apne gaon ke paani se bhar do! Ruko mat! Main aa rahi hoon!)
The pace became a frantic blur of flesh and heavy breathing on the cool grass. Simran's final, powerful cry mingled with Ramesh's own roar of exertion as he held her hips down and spilled his load deep inside her front, his fingers clenching tight in her asshole. They collapsed onto the earth, slick and spent, the Sarpanch's body twitching in post-climax spasms.
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