Incest Disha:Lactating mom(Kamadhenu cow)- Exploited by Elders-Gold Grade Scenes-25*|1 Video

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Scene 20

The morning sun was already up, but Vivaan had just drifted off to sleep. I gently pulled him away from my breast and placed him back in the crib. I reached for my blouse to button it up, to hide my heavy, milk stained chest.  

But Mummy ji didn't wait.  

She walked straight at me before I could cover myself. Her eyes were fixed on my open blouse. Behind her, Papa ji stepped into the room. He was carrying a different box today, black and sleek.  

Click.  

He locked the bedroom door.  

My heart started pounding hard against my ribs. I looked at the black box in his hands.  

"What is this?" I asked, my voice rising in panic. "More toys? What kind of training is this, Papa ji?"  

Mummy ji stepped close, trapping me between the crib and the bed. She reached out and brushed her finger against my wet nipple.  

"First, let me set the mood, my dear cow," she purred, her voice low and hypnotic. "Let's have a taste, shall we? And Papa ji also has his desires for today. He felt left out yesterday."  

I tried to back away, but the crib was behind me. "Mummy ji, please... it's morning. The maid is outside..."  

"The maid is cleaning the terrace," Papa ji said, placing the box on the bed. "She won't hear a thing."  

He didn't sit in the corner today. He didn't just watch. He walked right up to me.  

Mummy ji didn't waste another second. She leaned down and took my right breast into her mouth.  

Slurp.  

She latched on with that familiar, powerful suction.  

"Ah!" I gasped, grabbing her shoulders to push her away. "Stop..."  

But then Papa ji moved. He came up behind me. I felt his chest press against my back. His arms wrapped around my waist, holding me in place.  

"Don't resist, Disha," he whispered in my ear, his stubble scratching my neck. "Just feel."  

He reached around with his hands and grabbed my left breast, the one Mummy ji wasn't drinking from. He squeezed it hard, kneading the soft flesh with his rough fingers.  

I tried to squirm, to twist away from this sandwich of bodies. "No! Let me go!"  

But their coordination was perfect. Mummy ji sucked harder, sending waves of electric pleasure straight to my core. Papa ji started kissing the back of my neck, his wet lips moving down to my shoulder.  

"You smell so good," he groaned. "Like a new mother."  

He moved his hand down from my chest. He slid his hand under my saree and panties.  

I clamped my legs together. "Papa ji, don't!"  

He laughed softly against my skin. He forced his hand between my thighs. He found the wetness that was already there, betraying me.  

"Your mouth says no," he whispered, rubbing my sensitive spot through my panties. "But this... this says yes."  

Little by little, my resistance began to melt. My head fell back onto Papa ji's shoulder. My hands stopped pushing Mummy ji away and started holding her head closer. I was trapped between my husband's parents, being used, tasted, and touched in every forbidden place. And god help me, as the milk flowed and the friction increased, I stopped fighting and let them take what they wanted.