Adultery Life of Avi Singh

[lee.jae.han]

## Update 165: The Milk Drunk (Avi and Kiran)

Kiran stared at me, her wide eyes flashing with a mix of anger and shock at what I had just done to her.

"What exactly are you doing down there on the bed?" Kiran demanded, pushing herself up on her elbows.

"I'm drinking the milk," I replied simply, my tongue still feeling the rush of her taste. I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand.

"That's fine," Kiran hissed, her voice low and sharp as she glanced nervously toward the door, "but why did you leave the main gate wide open? What if papa walks in right now? You didn't even stop to think about the trouble I'd be in! If you don't care about yourself, at least think about me!"

"Why are you getting so worked up, Kiran?" I asked, crawling closer to her exposed body. "I put Sir soundly to sleep. I promise you, even if a bomb went off right here, Sir wouldn't wake up."

Kiran's expression changed immediately; the anger drained out, replaced by a flicker of hope and desire. "Is Dad *really* asleep?" she asked, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

"Yes, he is," I confirmed, reaching out to brush her thigh.

She brushed my hand away, insisting, "Even so, you should have at least closed the gate. And what are you doing down there on the bed, still bothering me?"

"I just told you I'm drinking the milk," I said, leaning in, inhaling the scent of her arousal.

"The milk is up here," Kiran countered, pointing a finger to her soft, full breasts, "and you were drinking it all the way down here."

"You already told me there was no milk up there," I reminded her, moving my hand to her waist.

"You said you'd get it out," Kiran challenged me, her eyes darkening.

"I'm getting it out from down here, where it collects," I insisted, running my thumb along the top of her choot.

Kiran's breath hitched, and her voice softened into a low, irresistible tease. "The milk is very deep down there, Avi. You'll have to use something very long to get it all out and make me feel empty."

"I know exactly how to get your milk out, Kiran," I said, my gaze intense, my pulse beginning to hammer in my ears. "You just need to fully cooperate with me and let me do my job."

"Then hurry up and get it out, Avi," Kiran urged, grabbing my hand and pulling my arm toward her mouth.

Kiran was talking too much, and the rising anticipation was killing my control. I decided the conversation was over. I grabbed Kiran's head firmly in my hands and sealed her mouth with a rough, silencing kiss.

Kiran instantly melted beneath the pressure. I began to suck hard on her lower lip, pulling it into my mouth. At first, Kiran was still, stunned by the sudden force, but after two minutes, she responded fiercely, aggressively sucking my lips back. I pushed my tongue past her teeth into Kiran's mouth. Kiran immediately sucked my tongue deep, then I returned the favor, pulling her tongue into my mouth.

After a feverish ten minutes, we finally broke apart, both gasping for air, our chests heaving uncontrollably. A wave of lightheadedness washed over me, and my lund throbbed violently with the sheer sexual energy we had just generated.

I immediately started stripping off my clothes, not bothering with buttons or zips. I tore off everything until I was completely naked.

"Dad will come," Kiran whispered again, still panting, her eyes glued to my body.

"I told you Sir is fast asleep," I reassured her, standing naked over the bed. "I gave him a powerful sleeping pill; he's gone for hours."

"A sleeping pill? You really gave him one?" Kiran asked, her eyes widening in a mix of astonishment and thrill.

"Yes, really," I said, taking a step closer, letting my body be fully seen.

"This thing of yours, Avi, how did it get so big?" Kiran asked, her gaze fixed entirely on my lund, her voice soft with genuine awe.

"Why? Don't you like them big and ready for use?" I asked, flexing my legs, making my lund jump slightly.

"I do like them," Kiran admitted, her voice becoming a strained whisper, "but this is the first time in my life I've seen one so enormous, so ready to ruin me."

"Do you just want to look at it now," I challenged her, my voice low and dominant, "or do you want to finally take it all inside you?"

She didn't waste a second, making a move to jump on me, but I smoothly stopped her, gently laying her back down on the bed. My mind wasn't ready for the finish; I wanted to build the pleasure slowly and completely.

I climbed on top of Kiran, straddling her, and lowered my head to her chest. I immediately latched onto one of her breasts, taking the heavy weight into my mouth. I started to suck hard, but Kiran pushed my head down, demanding something else. "Bite me, Avi," she hissed, her voice tight with anticipation.

I understood. I clamped down carefully, biting her nipple hard, enjoying the quick intake of her breath. She groaned, a sound of pleasure mixed with sharp pain. While my mouth worked her left breast, delivering small, sharp bites along the sensitive skin and areola, my free hand reached down to knead and squeeze the other breast, rolling her nipple roughly between my fingers. I worked her soft, full breasts, paying attention to the rising hardness of the tips, for a long moment, building the tension with deliberate pain.

I pulled back slightly, looking at her flushed face. "There's no milk in these," I stated, a playful challenge in my voice.

Kiran grabbed my head, her voice raw and desperate. "There's plenty down below, Avi!" she insisted. "Drink it from there! Drink as much as you want, and then let your weapon drink, too!"

Her plea was all the confirmation I needed. We immediately shifted our bodies, moving into the 69 position. As soon as her mouth found my lund, the desperate hunger was evident. She started sucking with a furious intensity. The wet heat and the quick, demanding rhythm of her mouth told me everything: Kiran's husband had left her with a burning desire I was about to satisfy.

My head was pressed right against her lower body. I breathed in her strong, musky scent and started licking Kiran's choot with focused passion. Her skin was incredibly soft, and the inner folds were already slick and hot. I used my tongue to explore her completely, but following her own rule, I also used my teeth on her clitoris, dragging small, rough scbangs across the sensitive nub. Kiran arched sharply against my mouth, loving the combination of wet pleasure and rough friction. I dove deep, my tongue slipping inside her, then circling and flicking the sensitive core of her pleasure, occasionally pressing my front teeth against her. I drank every bit of her essence.

After what felt like a short, frantic moment, Kiran suddenly tensed. Her body arched hard against my face, and she let out a choked moan as she exploded into a climax, her body shaking hard against the mattress. I kept my tongue firmly in place, not pulling away, and drank every bit of her release, savoring the salty flavor of her intense pleasure.

"I drank the milk, Kiran," I announced, pulling back just enough to look at her, my mouth wet with her essence.

"How was it, Avi? Did you like the taste?" Kiran asked, her eyes still half-closed, heavy with pleasure.

I confirmed the quality with a slow, possessive look. "Your milk is very, very good. It seems like you've been carefully collecting it for a very long time now."

"Yes," Kiran whispered, a satisfied smile curving her lips. "I've been collecting it for five long months now."

I repeated the duration, my voice dropping lower, a possessive growl in my throat. "For five months? Then I'll have to drink a lot more of it to make up for all that lost time."

Kiran tried to argue, her hands running restlessly over my chest. "You've had your drink already! Now, it's time for the main event. Now let your lund drink the rest!"

"I will let my weapon drink," I promised, moving up to straddle her legs, my body heat pressing down on her, "but first, I'm having one more taste with my mouth. I'm greedy for your milk."

Kiran groaned, frustrated by the delay. "The milk is very deep, Avi! It's too far for your tongue now. First, you have to use your lund to take it out, and then you can keep drinking all you want!"

"Alright," I conceded, a wicked smirk on my face, knowing I'd win either way. I moved my body fully over her, positioning myself. "First, I'll let the lund drink, and then I'll drink with my mouth. Deal."

I positioned my hard lund right on her slick, engorged choot. Instead of pushing, I started a slow, deliberate rubbing motion, dragging the thick head of my lund back and forth across her slick, sensitive opening, letting the exquisite friction drive her wild.

"Avi, please, put it in slowly," Kiran begged, her hands shooting up to grab my arms, her body practically vibrating beneath me. "Once it's in, you can do absolutely anything you want to me!"

"But I want to do it *my* way," I said, ignoring her plea, my tone demanding complete surrender. I wasn't just going to push in; I was going to make the entry its own moment of exquisite torture and power. I didn't move again, just held the searing contact, making her beg for the next step.

I put all my power behind my lund. Its head, already slick from our previous exchange, found its way and slipped easily into her choot. Kiran didn't flinch; she felt no pain at all. Encouraged, I gave a powerful, controlled thrust, driving four full inches of my lund deep inside her.

I came down fully on top of Kiran, pressing my weight onto her. My hands immediately found her soft breasts, gripping and squeezing them, and my mouth claimed her lips in a hard, demanding kiss. Kiran was overwhelmed. This three-pronged attack—my lips on hers, my hands pressing her breasts, and my large lund buried deep in her choot—was more than she could handle. She was entirely immersed in the high of sex, her senses overloaded, enjoying every second.

Seeing Kiran completely lost in pleasure, I drove in one final, powerful thrust. My whole lund went all the way inside, pushing to its full depth. Kiran was already so intoxicated and aroused that the pain of the stretch was minimal. With the distraction of me fiercely kissing her lips and pressing her breasts at the same time, she barely registered the intensity of the full penetration.

I decided I didn't want to hurt her, as I planned to have sex with Kiran for the next month or two. To let her adjust to the size of my lund, I simply held my body still for a moment, keeping my lund completely buried deep inside her choot.

Then, I broke the kiss. I slightly pulled my lund out, savoring the slickness, then immediately pushed it back in. A deep groan escaped Kiran's mouth as the sensation hit her.

I freed Kiran's lips, but I kept my hands on her breasts, squeezing and kneading them. I began a slower, more deliberate sequence. I pulled out half my lund and instantly drove it back in. I repeated this motion, letting her feel the full volume of me traveling in and out. Then, I pulled out my entire lund until only the head was touching her, and slammed it back in completely. Kiran was loving the sensation. By keeping the in-and-out motion slow and deliberate, Kiran was fully feeling the size and thickness of my lund moving deep inside her.

Next, I kept my lund fully inside her choot and started a slow grinding motion, shaking my hips as if I were dancing on top of her. Kiran enjoyed this deep, grinding pressure as well.

Finally, I began thrusting. I started slowly, then quickly transitioned to very hard, aggressive thrusts. With every hard, deep drive, Kiran would gasp out, "Hit it harder!" I would immediately respond by driving even harder. Again, she would command, "Hit it harder!" This intense, passionate game continued—I would thrust, and Kiran would instantly demand more.

After fucking her like this for a sustained, feverish period, I felt my release nearing. I kept the powerful thrusts going and finally released my semen deep into Kiran's choot. Kiran had already climaxed five times—twice before the sex started and three times during the penetration—and she came again with my final push.

We had incredible sex. Kiran's command to "Hit it harder!" with every drive made the entire experience brutally intense. When we finished, we were both completely out of breath, panting against each other.

After a long while, we both calmed down, the air thick and warm around us.

"Get off me, Avi," Kiran finally said, pushing my shoulder lightly.

I pulled my lund out of her choot.

"Move," Kiran instructed, already swinging her legs over the side of the bed. "I need to go to the bathroom."

I got off Kiran.

Kiran left the room, completely naked, and walked quickly toward the bathroom. My eyes were fixed on her gaand, which was moving side-to-side with a beautiful, natural sway as she walked.

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