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Selvam pulled out slowly, feeling her cunt clench around him, trying to keep him inside. The sensation was exquisite... her body fighting against her words, desperate for his return.
“Then why do you keep pulling me back in?” he asked, his voice dangerously calm.
Tara had no answer. Her body moved of its own accord, her legs “I need to think,” Selvam said, his voice suddenly different... calmer, more controlled. He pulled back slightly, his cock still buried inside her but his expression changing.
“I’m thirsty. I need a drink.”
Tara’s eyes widened. The shift was so abrupt it took her a moment to process. He was trying to give her space, trying to break the tension, to let her think clearly about what was happening.
But her body wouldn’t allow it. Her legs, wrapped firmly around his waist, tightened their grip. She felt his cock twitch inside her as her thighs locked him in place.
“No,” she whispered, the word escaping before she could stop it. “Don’t go.”
Selvam’s brow furrowed, confusion crossing his face. “Tara, you just said... “
“I know what I said.” Her voice was stronger now, more certain. Without thinking, her hand moved to her breast, cupping the heavy flesh. “Drink this instead.”
She squeezed gently, and a fresh jet of milk sprayed from her nipple, arcing through the air to catch Selvam across the chest. The white stream glistened against his dark skin, dripping down his abdomen in rivulets.
“See?” she said, her voice dropping to that soft, maternal tone again. “You don’t need water. You need this.”
Selvam stared at the milk on his chest, then at Tara’s face. Her expression had changed completely... the uncertainty gone, replaced by a fierce determination that made his cock throb inside her.
“Tara... “
“Shh.” She pressed a finger to his lips. “You wanted to give me space to think. Well, I’ve thought.” Her other hand continued to massage her breast, coaxing another stream of milk to bead at her nipple. “And I know what I want.”
She guided her breast toward his mouth, the dark areola brushing against his lips. “Drink,” she commanded, her voice soft but firm. “And don’t stop until I tell you to.”
Selvam hesitated for just a moment, then his mouth closed around her nipple. The suction was immediate and powerful, drawing the milk from her in thick pulses. Tara gasped, her back arching as pleasure radiated through her body.
“That’s it,” she whispered, her fingers threading through his hair. “Good boy.”
The words transformed him. Selvam’s hips began to move again, his cock sliding deeper into her with each thrust. The sensation of him drinking from her while buried inside her was overwhelming... a dual connection that made Tara’s head spin.
“You taste so good,” he murmured against her breast, his voice muffled by her flesh. “So sweet.”
Tara smiled, a surge of power rushing through her. This was what she had wanted all along... this complete surrender, this absolute connection. The risk of pregnancy, the broken condom, the possibility of consequences... all of it faded into the background as pleasure built inside her.
“Don’t pull out,” she whispered, her voice breaking as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. “I want to feel you. All of you.”
Selvam’s pace increased, his mouth working her breast with renewed hunger. Milk spilled from the corners of his lips, running down his chin and onto her skin. The sight was obscene, beautiful, exactly what Tara needed.
“Yes,” she gasped, her hips rising to meet his thrusts. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”
The camera on the bed continued to record, capturing every moment of their joining... her golden body spread beneath his dark one, her breast in his mouth, his cock buried deep inside her. The evidence was there, undeniable, but Tara no longer cared about proof or leverage or anything beyond this moment.
“I’m close,” Selvam groaned, his voice rough with need. “So close.”
Tara’s hand moved between their bodies, finding her clit with unerring accuracy. The touch sent a jolt of pleasure through her, her body tightening around his cock.
“Wait for me,” she commanded, her fingers working in tight circles. “We finish together.”
Selvam nodded, his jaw tight with restraint. His thrusts grew more measured, more deliberate, each movement designed to bring them both to the edge. Tara felt the pressure building inside her, a coil of tension winding tighter and tighter.
“Look at me,” she demanded, her voice dropping to that dangerous whisper. “I want to see your face when you come inside me.”
Selvam’s eyes met hers, dark with desire and something else... a vulnerability that made Tara’s heart race. This powerful man, this dominant force who had taken control of her body, was completely undone in this moment.
“I’m going to... “ he started, but Tara cut him off.
“Give me another child,” Tara demanded, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “I need a daughter.”
“Then why do you keep pulling me back in?” he asked, his voice dangerously calm.
Tara had no answer. Her body moved of its own accord, her legs “I need to think,” Selvam said, his voice suddenly different... calmer, more controlled. He pulled back slightly, his cock still buried inside her but his expression changing.
“I’m thirsty. I need a drink.”
Tara’s eyes widened. The shift was so abrupt it took her a moment to process. He was trying to give her space, trying to break the tension, to let her think clearly about what was happening.
But her body wouldn’t allow it. Her legs, wrapped firmly around his waist, tightened their grip. She felt his cock twitch inside her as her thighs locked him in place.
“No,” she whispered, the word escaping before she could stop it. “Don’t go.”
Selvam’s brow furrowed, confusion crossing his face. “Tara, you just said... “
“I know what I said.” Her voice was stronger now, more certain. Without thinking, her hand moved to her breast, cupping the heavy flesh. “Drink this instead.”
She squeezed gently, and a fresh jet of milk sprayed from her nipple, arcing through the air to catch Selvam across the chest. The white stream glistened against his dark skin, dripping down his abdomen in rivulets.
“See?” she said, her voice dropping to that soft, maternal tone again. “You don’t need water. You need this.”
Selvam stared at the milk on his chest, then at Tara’s face. Her expression had changed completely... the uncertainty gone, replaced by a fierce determination that made his cock throb inside her.
“Tara... “
“Shh.” She pressed a finger to his lips. “You wanted to give me space to think. Well, I’ve thought.” Her other hand continued to massage her breast, coaxing another stream of milk to bead at her nipple. “And I know what I want.”
She guided her breast toward his mouth, the dark areola brushing against his lips. “Drink,” she commanded, her voice soft but firm. “And don’t stop until I tell you to.”
Selvam hesitated for just a moment, then his mouth closed around her nipple. The suction was immediate and powerful, drawing the milk from her in thick pulses. Tara gasped, her back arching as pleasure radiated through her body.
“That’s it,” she whispered, her fingers threading through his hair. “Good boy.”
The words transformed him. Selvam’s hips began to move again, his cock sliding deeper into her with each thrust. The sensation of him drinking from her while buried inside her was overwhelming... a dual connection that made Tara’s head spin.
“You taste so good,” he murmured against her breast, his voice muffled by her flesh. “So sweet.”
Tara smiled, a surge of power rushing through her. This was what she had wanted all along... this complete surrender, this absolute connection. The risk of pregnancy, the broken condom, the possibility of consequences... all of it faded into the background as pleasure built inside her.
“Don’t pull out,” she whispered, her voice breaking as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. “I want to feel you. All of you.”
Selvam’s pace increased, his mouth working her breast with renewed hunger. Milk spilled from the corners of his lips, running down his chin and onto her skin. The sight was obscene, beautiful, exactly what Tara needed.
“Yes,” she gasped, her hips rising to meet his thrusts. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”
The camera on the bed continued to record, capturing every moment of their joining... her golden body spread beneath his dark one, her breast in his mouth, his cock buried deep inside her. The evidence was there, undeniable, but Tara no longer cared about proof or leverage or anything beyond this moment.
“I’m close,” Selvam groaned, his voice rough with need. “So close.”
Tara’s hand moved between their bodies, finding her clit with unerring accuracy. The touch sent a jolt of pleasure through her, her body tightening around his cock.
“Wait for me,” she commanded, her fingers working in tight circles. “We finish together.”
Selvam nodded, his jaw tight with restraint. His thrusts grew more measured, more deliberate, each movement designed to bring them both to the edge. Tara felt the pressure building inside her, a coil of tension winding tighter and tighter.
“Look at me,” she demanded, her voice dropping to that dangerous whisper. “I want to see your face when you come inside me.”
Selvam’s eyes met hers, dark with desire and something else... a vulnerability that made Tara’s heart race. This powerful man, this dominant force who had taken control of her body, was completely undone in this moment.
“I’m going to... “ he started, but Tara cut him off.
“Give me another child,” Tara demanded, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “I need a daughter.”
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