Simran - busty lactating PHD - a Reproductive Scientist in a Village - measures Penis

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Scene 1

The old, rattling bus kicked up a cloud of brown dust as it lumbered away, leaving Simran standing alone on the edge of Rampur village.

The afternoon sun was a merciless weight on her shoulders. She wore a simple, deep blue cotton saree, a concession to local tradition she hoped would help her blend in. But the heat was intense, and she had decided against wearing a bra under her matching blouse. The thin fabric felt damp against her skin, and the impressive weight of her big, full breasts (a generous 34E) was noticeable with every breath she took.

She felt a bead of sweat trace a path down her cleavage. She unconsciously pulled at the neck of her blouse, trying to let some air in. The saree, instead of making her inconspicuous, seemed to cling to her every curve, highlighting her narrow waist and the prominent swell of her chest.

A few men sitting under a large banyan tree stopped their chatter, their eyes fixed on the newcomer. One man, older than the rest with a thick grey mustache and an air of authority, stood up and walked towards her.

Ramesh: "Namaste. You are not from around here." (Namaste. Aap yahan ki nahi lagti.)

Simran offered a polite smile, shifting the heavy research bag on her shoulder.

Simran: "Namaste, ji. My name is Simran. I am looking for the Sarpanch." (Namaste, ji. Mera naam Simran hai. Main Sarpanch ko dhoondh rahi hoon.)

The man’s chest puffed out slightly. His eyes did a quick, sweeping tour of her body, lingering for a fraction of a second on her chest before meeting her eyes again.

Ramesh: "I am Ramesh, the Sarpanch of this village. How can I help you?" (Main Ramesh hoon, is gaon ka Sarpanch. Main aapki kya madad kar sakta hoon?)

Simran: "It's a pleasure to meet you, Sarpanch-ji. I am a researcher, doing my PhD. My work requires me to stay in your village for a few months." (Aap se milkar khushi hui, Sarpanch-ji. Main ek researcher hoon, apni PhD kar rahi hoon. Mere kaam ke liye mujhe kuch mahino tak aapke gaon mein rehna hoga.)

Ramesh nodded slowly, his expression unreadable.

Ramesh: "Research? On what? Our crops? The soil?" (Research? Kis cheez par? Hamari faslon par? Mitti par?)
Simran took a deep breath. This was the difficult part.

Simran: "No, Sarpanch-ji. My research is a little... different. It's for the health sciences. I am studying the reproductive systems and health of men and women in rural areas." (Nahi, Sarpanch-ji. Mera research thoda... alag hai. Health science ke liye hai. Main gramin ilakon mein mardon aur auraton ke prajanan tantra aur swasthya ka adhyayan kar rahi hoon.)

A heavy silence fell. The other men under the tree started murmuring to each other. Ramesh’s eyes narrowed slightly. He looked at her again, and this time his gaze was more intense, more evaluating.

Ramesh: "You want to talk to our men and women about... their private parts? About having children?" (Tum hamare mardon aur auraton se... unke gupt ango ke baare mein baat karna chahti ho? Bachche paida karne ke baare mein?)

Simran felt her face flush from the heat and the directness of his question. She tugged at her blouse again, a nervous habit.

Simran: "In a way, yes. It's about their health, their problems, their knowledge. It is very important scientific work. The information will be kept completely confidential, of course." (Ek tarah se, haan. Yeh unke swasthya, unki samasyaon, unke gyaan ke baare mein hai. Yeh bahut zaroori vaigyanik kaam hai. Saari jaankari bilkul gupt rakhi jayegi, bilkul.)

Ramesh: "Hmm. This is a village of simple, respectable people, beti. These are not things we discuss with strangers." (Hmm. Yeh seedhe-saadhe, izzatdaar logon ka gaon hai, beti. Yeh sab baatein hum ajnabiyon se nahi karte.)

Simran: "I understand, Sarpanch-ji. That is why I came to you first. To get your permission and your help. I cannot do this work without your support." (Main samajhti hoon, Sarpanch-ji. Isliye main sabse pehle aapke paas aayi. Aapki anumati aur aapki madad ke liye. Main aapke samarthan ke bina yeh kaam nahi kar sakti.)

She spoke earnestly, her voice soft but firm. As she talked, she gestured with her hands, and the movement caused her pallu to slip slightly from her shoulder, revealing the deep curve where her breast met her arm. Ramesh’s eyes darted to the exposed skin before quickly flicking back to her face.

Simran: "For my stay, I will need a room. It must have a clean, private toilet. And I will also need someone to help me, to introduce me to the families here. Someone they trust." (Mere rehne ke liye, mujhe ek kamra chahiye hoga. Usmein ek saaf, private shauchalay hona zaroori hai. Aur mujhe meri madad ke liye bhi koi chahiye hoga, jo mujhe yahan ke parivaron se milwaye. Koi jispar woh bharosa karte hon.)

Just then, a woman in a plain saree came out of the largest house behind the tree, wiping her hands on a cloth.

Ramesh: "Sunita! Bring some water. We have a guest." (Sunita! Paani lao. Mehmaan aayi hain.)
The woman, Sunita, nodded and went back inside.

Ramesh: "That is my wife. We can talk about a room. We have a small guest room at the back of our house. It has a separate bathroom." (Woh meri patni hai. Hum kamre ke baare mein baat kar sakte hain. Hamare ghar ke peeche ek chhota mehmaan-kamra hai. Usmein alag se bathroom hai.)

Sunita returned with a steel glass of cool water.

Sunita: "Here, beti. You must be tired from the journey." (Yeh lo, beti. Safar se thak gayi hogi.)

Simran: "Thank you so much, Aunty." (Bahut bahut dhanyavaad, Aunty.)

Simran turned her body to face Sunita and accept the glass. As she turned, Ramesh was presented with a clear side view. He watched the way the thin, slightly damp blue blouse stretched taut across the large, round curve of her breast. He could see the pale, fair skin of her side and back where the saree gaped a little as she moved. She looked heavy and full, like a ripe fruit. He felt a stirring in his loins, a sudden, sharp interest that had nothing to do with her research.
She finished the water quickly and handed the glass back to Sunita.

Simran: "Thank you again, Sarpanch-ji. You are very kind." (Ek baar phir shukriya, Sarpanch-ji. Aap bahut dayalu hain.)

Ramesh: "Sunita, show her the room. Let her freshen up. We will talk more about this... research... in the evening."
(Sunita, ise kamra dikha do. Use taro-taaza ho lene do. Hum is... research... ke baare mein shaam ko aur baat karenge.)

He said the word 'research' slowly, as if tasting it. A faint smirk touched his lips.

Sunita nodded and gestured for Simran to follow her. As Simran picked up her bag and walked past him towards the house, Ramesh didn't move. His eyes were fixed on the gentle sway of her hips under the saree, his mind already racing far ahead of any scientific study. This city girl, he thought, was going to make life in Rampur very, very interesting.

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Scene 2: The Brick in the Wall

Sunita led Simran to a small, clean room at the back of their main house. It had a simple cot, a table, and a sturdy wooden door that led to an attached washroom.

Sunita: "This is the room, beti. Is it okay for you?" (Yeh hai kamra, beti. Tumhare liye theek hai?)

Simran: "It's perfect, Aunty. Thank you so much for your hospitality. I just want to take a bath and rest for a while. The journey was very long." (Yeh bilkul theek hai, Aunty. Aapki mehmaan-nawazi ke liye bahut shukriya. Main bas naha kar thoda aaram karna chahti hoon. Safar bahut lamba tha.)

Sunita: "Of course, of course. You rest. I will call you for dinner later." (Bilkul, bilkul. Tum aaram karo. Main tumhe raat ke khane ke liye baad mein bulaungi.)

Sunita left, pulling the main door of the room closed behind her. Simran locked it from the inside, breathing a sigh of relief. She stripped off the sticky saree and blouse, her large, heavy breasts spilling free. She felt a trickle of sweat run between them and decided a bath was the first thing she needed. As she headed into the small washroom and turned on the shower, the sound of rushing water filled the tiny space.

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Meanwhile, in the main house, Ramesh watched Sunita return.

Ramesh: "Is she settled in?" (Woh theek se settle ho gayi?)

Sunita: "Yes. She has gone to take a bath. Poor girl, she looked so tired and sweaty. Why are you looking so restless?" (Haan. Woh nahane gayi hai. Bechari ladki, bahut thaki hui aur paseene mein lag rahi thi. Aap itne bechain kyun lag rahe hain?)

Ramesh: "Restless? No, no. I was just thinking... I need to check the old water pump behind the guest house. It hasn't been working properly." (Bechain? Nahi, nahi. Main bas soch raha tha... mujhe mehmaan-kamre ke peeche wala purana water pump check karna hai. Woh theek se kaam nahi kar raha hai.)

Sunita: "Do it later. Come and have some tea first." (Baad mein kar lena. Aao pehle chai pee lo.)

Ramesh: "No, I will do it now before I forget. You have your tea." (Nahi, main bhool jaoon isse pehle abhi kar leta hoon. Tum apni chai piyo.)

Without another word, Ramesh walked out the back door, not towards the main water pump, but into the overgrown garden that separated their house from the two small guest structures. He ignored the first one, where Simran was staying, and walked silently to the second, older, and unused hut that stood directly behind it. The back wall of Simran's washroom was the front wall of this derelict structure.
He entered the dark, dusty room and went straight to the wall. He pressed his ear against the rough plaster, a sly grin spreading across his face as he heard the clear sound of the shower running on the other side.

Ramesh: (muttering to himself) "Right on time... she is in there... fucking perfect..." (Bilkul time par... woh andar hai... ekdum sahi...)

His fingers, surprisingly nimble, found the edges of a specific brick. It was loose, placed there by him years ago for just this purpose, though he hadn't had a guest worth watching in a long time. With a gentle wiggle, he pulled the brick free, creating a small, dark hole that was nearly invisible from the brightly lit washroom on the other side.
He put his eye to the hole.

His breath hitched. He could see her. Simran was standing directly under the spray of water, her back to him. Her skin was fair and glistening. Water cascaded down her broad back, over the curve of her wide hips and her large, perfectly round buttocks. He watched, mesmerized, as she turned, soaping her front. Her lactating breasts, heavy and full, were even bigger than he had imagined. They jutted out proudly, the dark nipples hard from the water. They bounced with a life of their own as she washed herself.

Ramesh: (whispering hoarsely) "Oh, fuck... look at those melons... holy shit..." (Oh, fuck... woh tarbooz to dekho... baap re...)

He watched her soap her flat stomach, her fingers disappearing into the thick black hair between her legs. He felt a throbbing pressure in his groin. His vision was filled with the sight of her wet, naked, and completely unaware.
His hand moved from the wall and went down to the knot of his dhoti. It felt tight, suffocating. With trembling fingers, he began to loosen it, his eyes never leaving the peephole, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

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Scene 3: Ramesh's Reward - Gold Scene

The sound of splashing water was a symphony to Ramesh's ears. His eye was glued to the small, dark opening in the wall. The world outside ceased to exist; his entire universe was now the steamy, small washroom and the magnificent woman within it.

Ramesh: (whispering to himself) "Fucking hell... she is even more beautiful than I thought... so fair..." (Jahannum mein jaaye... yeh to meri soch se bhi zyada khoobsurat hai... kitni gori hai...)

Inside, Simran tilted her head back, letting the water run through her long, black hair. She was completely at ease, humming a soft, melodious tune, lost in the simple pleasure of the cool shower after a long, hot day.

Ramesh: "Sing for me, my city bird... sing while I watch you... you have no idea who is enjoying your show." (Mere liye gaa, meri shehri chidiya... gaa jab main tujhe dekh raha hoon... tujhe koi andaza nahi hai ki tera show kaun enjoy kar raha hai.)

Simran picked up a bar of soap and began lathering her arms and shoulders. The soap slid over her wet skin, creating white trails that the water quickly washed away. Her movements were slow, deliberate.

Ramesh: "Yes... wash yourself clean... wash every inch... so soft... your skin must feel like silk... I can almost feel it." (Haan... apne aap ko saaf kar... har ek inch ko dho... kitni mulayam... teri khaal resham jaisi hogi... main use mehsoos kar sakta hoon.)

She turned slightly, giving him a better view of her side profile. Her large breast, glistening with water, seemed to defy gravity. The nipple was a dark, hard pebble.

Ramesh: "Fuck... that chuchi... it's as big as a mango... bigger... a perfect, ripe mango. I want to bite it... suck on it until you scream." (Fuck... woh chuchi... aam jitni badi hai... usse bhi badi... ekdum paka hua aam. Main use kaatna chahta hoon... tab tak choosna chahta hoon jab tak tu chilla na de.)

Simran now moved the soap down to her stomach, her fingers making circles on her flat, toned abdomen. She then moved lower, her hand disappearing between her legs.

Ramesh: "Oh, you dirty girl... cleaning your little pussy for me? You know I'm watching, don't you? You want me to see... you want me to watch you touch yourself..." (Oh, gandi ladki... mere liye apni chhoti si choot saaf kar rahi hai? Tujhe pata hai main dekh raha hoon, hai na? Tu chahti hai ki main dekhun... tu chahti hai ki main tujhe khud ko chhoote hue dekhun...)

His breathing was heavy now, a ragged sound in the dusty silence of the old hut. The knot on his dhoti was gone, the white cloth hanging loosely around his hips. He couldn't bear the pressure anymore. His hand slipped inside, past the waistband of his underwear.

Ramesh: "So hard... you make me so fucking hard... just by washing yourself... you are a witch... a beautiful fucking witch." (Kitna sakht hai... tune mujhe kitna sakht kar diya hai... sirf naha kar... tu ek chudail hai... ek khoobsurat chudail.)

Simran bent over slightly to wash her legs, presenting him with a breathtaking view of her round, full buttocks. The two perfect globes were taut and smooth, with a deep shadow running between them.

Ramesh: "That ass... I could bury my face in it... smack it... fuck it until it's red... Yes, bend over more... show your Sarpanch what a good girl you are." (Yeh gaand... main ismein apna chehra chhupa sakta hoon... ispar thappad maar sakta hoon... ise tab tak chod sakta hoon jab tak yeh laal na ho jaaye... Haan, aur jhuk... apne Sarpanch ko dikha ki tu kitni achhi ladki hai.)

His own member was now fully erect, straining against the confines of his underwear. He watched her straighten up and turn around, facing the wall again. She picked up a bottle of shampoo.

Ramesh: "Washing your hair... so long... I want to pull that hair while I fuck you from behind... pull it hard." (Apne baal dho rahi hai... kitne lambe hain... main tere baal kheenchhna chahta hoon jab main tujhe peeche se chodun... zor se kheenchhna chahta hoon.)

The sight was too much. He let his dhoti fall to the dusty floor in a heap around his ankles. Then, with a grunt, he hooked his thumbs into his underwear and pulled it down, freeing his thick, dark cock. It sprang into the air, slick with precum.

Ramesh: "Look what you've done to me... look at this monster... it's all for you... for your hot, wet body." (Dekh tune mera kya haal kar diya hai... is rakshas ko dekh... yeh sab tere liye hai... tere garam, geele jism ke liye.)

He wrapped his fist around his shaft and began to stroke, his eyes never leaving the peephole. His movements were slow at first, mirroring the gentle way Simran was massaging shampoo into her scalp.

Ramesh: "Ohhh... yes... that feels good... but it would feel better inside you... so tight... so wet..." (Ohhh... haan... accha lag raha hai... lekin tere andar isse bhi zyada accha lagega... kitni tight... kitni geeli...)

Simran rinsed the shampoo out, her hands moving through her hair, her breasts jiggling with the motion. Each bounce sent a jolt of raw lust through Ramesh.

Ramesh: "Fuck, they move so much... like they're alive... I want to hold them while I ride you... feel their weight in my hands..." (Fuck, woh kitna hilti hain... jaise zinda hon... main unhe pakadna chahta hoon jab main teri sawari karun... unka wazan apne haathon mein mehsoos karna chahta hoon...)

His stroking became faster, more frantic. His knuckles were white. A low groan escaped his lips.

Ramesh: "Nghhh... almost there... come on, baby... do something for me... turn around one more time..." (Nghhh... bas pahunchne wala hoon... chalo, baby... mere liye kuch karo... ek baar aur ghoomo...)

As if hearing his desperate, silent plea, Simran turned off the shower. The sudden silence was deafening. She reached for a towel. She turned her body, facing the peephole almost directly as she wiped her face and chest. He got a full, unobstructed view of her front. Her large, dark aureoles, the droplets of water clinging to her skin like tiny jewels.

Ramesh: "That's it! FUCK! YES! Right there! You are so fucking beautiful! I'm coming! I'm coming for you, Simran!" (Bas! FUCK! HAAN! Wahin par! Tu kitni khoobsurat hai! Main aa raha hoon! Main tere liye aa raha hoon, Simran!)

His body shuddered violently. He grunted, his eyes squeezed shut for a second as he emptied himself onto the dusty floor of the abandoned hut. His breath came in ragged sobs. When he opened his eyes again, she was wrapping the towel around her body. The show was over.

Ramesh: (panting) "Soon... very soon... you won't just be research material... you will be mine." (Jaldi... bahut jaldi... tu sirf research ka saaman nahi hogi... tu meri hogi.)

He watched her walk out of the washroom, the towel secured tightly around her. With a trembling hand, Ramesh quietly slid the brick back into place, sealing the wall. He stood there in the dark, naked and spent, listening to the faint sounds of her moving about in the next room.

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Scene 4: The Researcher's True Intent

The next morning, the village was already stirring. Simran had woken early, feeling an energy she hadn't felt in months.

She finished her light breakfast and walked to the small window of her guest room, ostensibly to look at the scenery, but truly to observe the life of the village.

A small, knowing smile played on her lips.

She wasn't just here for the reproductive health of the villagers; she was here for her own primal needs, too. The village held a certain charm, the simple, lean, strong bodies of the men, the raw, unfiltered life. She was tired of the soft, overly manicured city life and the timid, young men who came with it. Her appetite had always been for older, more authoritative men, and a village Sarpanch was the perfect package.

She had felt the eyes on her when she arrived, especially Ramesh’s. The way his gaze lingered on her breasts and hips was not crude to her; it was a promise. She had deliberately chosen the thin saree and the no-bra look, knowing exactly what her body, large and full and fair, would do to the simple village men.

She watched a few women drawing water from the well, their movements graceful and strong. Then her eyes landed on the small, man-made pond just beyond the back of the houses, shaded by a few large trees.

And there was Ramesh.

He was standing waist-deep in the water, his dhoti wrapped tightly around his middle, the white cloth soaked and clinging to his strong, lean body. He was splashing water over his head, his broad shoulders and arms glistening in the morning sun. She noticed how the wet dhoti hugged his hips and thighs, leaving little to the imagination about what lay beneath. The thought that he was likely without underwear made her heart beat a little faster. This was the raw, primal sight she craved.

She couldn't stay inside. She needed to be closer, to test the boundaries she had established. She quickly picked up her water bottle, inventing a need for a walk. She left her room and followed the narrow path that led past the back gardens and right up to the edge of the pond.

As she reached the closest point, just a few feet from where Ramesh was submerged, she paused. She pretended to be looking at a flower, but her eyes were fixed on his form. She subtly adjusted the pallu of her saree. The light muslin, which was already dbangd loosely over her shoulders, slipped slightly, allowing the upper curve of her large, full breasts to press more visibly against the thin fabric of her blouse.

Ramesh had his back to her, but he must have sensed her presence. He slowly turned his head. His eyes locked onto her.

Simran: "Hello, Sarpanch-ji. You are taking bath out here in the open?" (Namaste, Sarpanch-ji. Aap yahan khule mein naha rahe hain?)
His gaze traveled instantly downwards, not to her face, but to the deep, enticing shadow of her cleavage, which was now more exposed thanks to her deliberate adjustment. He lingered there for a long moment before meeting her eyes again, a slow, predatory warmth entering his own.

Ramesh: "In village, we prefer sometimes to enjoy bath like this. The water is cool. It is good for the body. No need to hide from the sun." (Gaon mein, hum kabhi-kabhi is tarah naha kar mazaa lete hain. Paani thanda hai. Shareer ke liye accha hai. Sooraj se chhipne ki zaroorat nahi.)

He spoke slowly, his voice deep and wet from the water. Simran's eyes followed his gaze down to her chest, and then, brazenly, she let her eyes drop to his lower body, to the place where the wet cloth was tightly plastered against his skin. She saw the heavy outline of his cock and the obvious bulge it created under the cloth. She held the gaze for a second too long.

Ramesh: "And what are you doing here, Beti? The city girls usually hide from the sun and the dust." (Aur tum yahan kya kar rahi ho, Beti? Shehri ladkiyan toh aam taur par dhoop aur dhool se chhipti hain.)

Simran: (Smiling sweetly, but her eyes were full of hunger) "I am studying the nature of the village, Sarpanch-ji. I saw you and thought to ask about the pond. Is this water clean enough for the people to drink?" (Main gaon ke prakriti ka adhyayan kar rahi hoon, Sarpanch-ji. Maine aapko dekha aur socha ki is taalaab ke baare mein poochh loon. Kya yeh paani logon ke peene ke liye kaafi saaf hai?)

Ramesh: "Peene ke liye? No. This is for the men who need to cool their heat." (Peene ke liye? Nahi. Yeh toh garmi nikaalne waale mardon ke liye hai.)

He stood a little taller, splashing a bit of water onto his chest, the action drawing her eyes again to his wet, powerful frame.

Simran: "Ah, I see. So it cools the body's heat? That is interesting. We must talk about that for my research. How the climate affects the men’s desire." (Achha, main samajh gayi. Toh yeh shareer ki garmi ko thanda karta hai? Yeh dilchasp hai. Humein is baare mein mere research ke liye baat karni hogi. Kaise mausam mardon ki chahat par asar dalta hai.)

She took a small step closer to the water's edge. Simran looked down at the large, swelling outline under his dhoti again, and then back up to his eyes.

Ramesh: (His voice dropped, becoming a low growl) "The climate is hot, Beti. And my body is very hot right now. Do you want to study the desire of men so closely?" (Mausam garm hai, Beti. Aur mera shareer abhi bahut garm hai. Kya tum mardon ki chahat ka itni nazdeek se adhyayan karna chahti ho?)

With a sudden, deliberate movement, Ramesh reached down. His hand went to the knot of his soaking wet dhoti. He pulled it completely loose, letting the heavy, white cloth fall away from his waist and slide down to the water, pooling around his thighs.

He stood before her, the cold water keeping his massive, dark cock only semi-erect, but the sudden exposure was shocking and utterly mesmerizing. His hips were submerged, but the thick shaft, heavy and blunt, rose prominently from the murky water just above the surface.

Simran: (A sharp intake of breath, her eyes fixed on his exposed flesh) "Sarpanch-ji!" (Sarpanch-ji!)

Ramesh: "You want to study my system? Here is the engine of the Sarpanch. Take a good look. Does this look like a man whose heat is cooled ?" (Tum mere tantra ka adhyayan karna chahti ho? Yeh lo Sarpanch ka engine. Achhe se dekh lo. Kya yeh uss aadmi jaisa lagta hai jiski garmi thandi ho gayi ho ?)

He took a step towards her, the dhoti floating behind him. Simran didn't move an inch. Her eyes remained glued to the thick, powerful cock, her mind reeling from the raw, open display.

Simran: (Thinking to herself) Oh, I would love to take this in my mouth, these village people are so open and easy... He is so bold. This is exactly what I came for. This is my research. (Oh, main ise apne muh mein lena pasand karungi, yeh gaon ke log kitne khule aur aasaan hain... Yeh kitna himmatwala hai. Main isi liye toh aayi thi. Yahi mera shodh hai.)

Ramesh, seeing her wide, hungry eyes and the lack of immediate panic, smiled a dark, satisfied smile. He took another deliberate step, moving out of the pond, completely naked save for the wet cloth wrapped around his ankles. He began to walk towards a low, concrete porch where his dry towel lay.

Ramesh: "You are a very honest, Simran. I like that. We will continue this discussion tonight. Bring your notebook." (Tum ek bahut imandaar chhatra ho, Simran. Mujhe yeh pasand hai. Hum is charcha ko aaj raat jaari rakhenge. Apna notebook le aana.)

Simran: (Her voice was a little breathless, but steady) "Yes, Sarpanch-ji. I... I will be ready." (Haan, Sarpanch-ji. Main... main taiyar rahungi.)

He grabbed the towel and, with one last, intense look that promised everything, walked away, leaving Simran alone by the pond, her heart pounding a desperate rhythm against her full chest.

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Scene 5: The Dinner Arrangement

Simran prepared her clothing for dinner with a single-minded focus. She selected a saree with a lighter, almost sheer texture, and paired it with a low-cut blouse that plunged deep, revealing a significant curve of her upper cleavage. Her pallu was dbangd so minimally, more a suggestion of fabric than coverage, that it left her entire front, from neck to waist, on brazen display.

She walked into the main dining area where a low wooden table was set. Ramesh and Sunita were already seated.

Sunita: "Ah, Beti, come, sit. The food is hot. You must be hungry." (Ah, Beti, aao, baitho. Khana garm hai. Tumhe bhook lagi hogi.)

Simran walked to the table and, instead of taking the empty seat across from the Sarpanch, she moved around and deliberately sat next to Ramesh, placing her left arm nearly touching his right.

Ramesh had been looking down at his plate, but the sudden proximity of her body, the visual shock of the low-cut neck of her blouse just inches from his elbow, made him freeze. His eyes, dark and heavy, immediately dropped to the enticing view. The thin fabric strained across her full, heavy breasts, accentuating their shape perfectly. He could almost feel their warmth.

Ramesh: (clearing his throat, not looking at Sunita) "Yes, sit here. It is a little cramped, but closer to the food." (Haan, yahan baitho. Thoda tang hai, lekin khane ke zyada paas hai.)

Sunita, busy serving the dal into Simran’s bowl, barely noticed the shift.

Sunita: "Eat, Simran. This is simple village food, but it is made with fresh ingredients." (Khao, Simran. Yeh seedha-saadha gaon ka khana hai, lekin taazi cheezon se bana hai.)

Simran began to eat slowly, occasionally leaning slightly towards Ramesh to pick up a utensil, allowing her breast to brush lightly against his arm.

Simran: "Aunty, the food is delicious. Thank you." (Aunty, khana bahut swadisht hai. Shukriya.)

Ramesh leaned in, his mouth close to Simran’s ear, speaking just loud enough for her to hear over the sounds of eating.

Ramesh: "My wife has always been like that. She rarely understands the situation. She just does what I say. She cares more about the food than the guest." (Meri patni hamesha aisi hi rahi hai. Woh halaat ko mushkil se samajhti hai. Woh bas wahi karti hai jo main kehta hoon. Woh mehmaan se zyada khane ki parwah karti hai.)

Simran turned her head slightly towards him, her eye contact intense and full of shared conspiracy.

Simran: "I understand the situation, Sarpanch-ji. I saw you today. You were so open with me, I love that about you. It shows great honesty about your body and your work." (Main halaat samajhti hoon, Sarpanch-ji. Maine aapko aaj dekha. Aap mere saath kitne khule the, mujhe aapki yeh baat bahut pasand aayi. Yeh aapke jism aur aapke kaam ke baare mein kitni badi imandaari dikhata hai.)

Ramesh felt a sudden, powerful surge of heat. He lowered his voice even further, his eyes quickly darting to Sunita, who
was now preoccupied with stirring a pot on the stove.

Ramesh: "Oh, the morning bath? You liked that? You are a bold girl to stand and watch a man like that." (Oh, subah ka snan? Tumhe woh pasand aaya? Tum bahut himmatwali ladki ho ki ek aadmi ko aise khade hokar dekhti rahi.)

Simran: "I am a researcher, Sarpanch-ji. What I saw today... it makes me very excited. " (Main ek shodh karne wali hoon, Sarpanch-ji. Jo maine aaj dekha... usse main bahut utsuk hoon.)

Ramesh gripped the edge of the cot beneath the table, his knuckles white.

Ramesh: "My wife will finish eating soon." (Meri patni jaldi hi khana khatam kar degi.)

Simran paused, taking a slow sip of water, her eyes never leaving his. She then moved her left hand, slowly and deliberately, off her lap and down below the wooden table. Her fingers found the loose, hanging fabric of Ramesh’s dhoti. She felt the firm, long shape of his cock through the thin cotton.

Ramesh: (His voice trembled, catching in his throat) "Ngh! What are you doing?" (Ngh! Tum yeh kya kar rahi ho?)

Simran: (Whispering, leaning close to his ear) "Just doing a little research, Sarpanch-ji. (Bas thoda sa shuruaati shodh kar rahi hoon, Sarpanch-ji.)

Her fingers began to rub the shaft softly, gently stroking him through the wet fabric of his dhoti. Ramesh’s breathing grew ragged.

Ramesh: (Hissing through clenched teeth) "Stop... my wife... she will see..." (Ruko... meri patni... woh dekh legi...)

Simran ignored him, her strokes growing firmer, faster, her focus absolute. The dhoti fabric became taut as his erection surged under her touch, becoming fully erect—hard and thick.

Sunita: (Pushing her plate away, yawning loudly) "Oh, I am feeling sleepy. I am going inside to lie down. This village life makes you tired early." (Oh, mujhe neend aa rahi hai. Main andar jaa kar let-ti hoon. Yeh gaon ki zindagi jaldi thaka deti hai.)

Ramesh: (Relief flooded his face, his voice still shaky) "Yes, yes, go inside, Sunita. I will pick up the plates, don't worry. Simran and I still have to talk about something." (Haan, haan, andar jao, Sunita. Main bartan utha lunga, chinta mat karo. Simran aur mujhe abhi bhi kuch baat karni hai.)

Sunita nodded, stretched, and left the table, walking slowly inside and closing the door behind her.
As soon as the door clicked, Simran pulled her hand away from the throbbing cock and stared intensely into Ramesh's eyes.

Simran: "Sarpanch-ji, your cock is driving me crazy. I have never seen an old man's cock erect like this. It is like a piece of wood." (Sarpanch-ji, aapka lund mujhe pagal kar raha hai. Maine kabhi kisi boodhe aadmi ka khada lund aisa nahi dekha. Yeh toh lakdi ke tukde jaisa hai.)

Ramesh: (A satisfied, heavy breath) "Oh, love this. It is because of you, Simran. Your beautiful body has awakened this old man's hunger." (Oh, yeh pasand aaya. Yeh tumhari wajah se hai, Simran. Tumhare khoobsurat jism ne is boodhe aadmi ki bhookh jaga di hai.)

Simran: "You just relax, Sarpanch-ji. I will take over. Let me suck you now. You can't let your wife's food go to waste, so just sit still." (Aap bas aaram karo, Sarpanch-ji. Main sab sambhaal lungi. Ab mujhe aapko choosne do. Aap apni patni ka khana toh barbaad nahi kar sakte, isliye bas shaant baitho.)

Without waiting for a reply, Simran smoothly slid off the stool and onto her knees. The large table cloth that dbangd to the floor instantly shielded her from view. With a rustle of her saree, she was hidden.

Ramesh watched, mouth agape, as her head disappeared. A second later, the knot of his dhoti was swiftly undone, and the heavy fabric dropped further. Simran’s fair hand emerged from under the cloth for a moment, guiding the thick, throbbing length of his cock out of the confining fabric.

Ramesh: (A sudden, low groan as he felt her hot mouth close around him) "Ahhh, Beti... Maza aa gaya... You are a gift." (Ahhh, Beti... Maza aa gaya... Tum ek tohfa ho.)

Simran began to give a blowjob to the Sarpanch, her mouth working skillfully under the shield of the dinner table. Ramesh could only sit on the cot, clutching the edge of the table, his eyes squeezed shut, a low, guttural sound escaping his lips as he enjoyed the village Sarpanch’s private, late-night research session.

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Scene 6: The Feast of Flesh

Simran’s head rose slowly from beneath the table. The sight of Ramesh’s slick, dark cock, wet and heavy, filled her vision. She kept her mouth close to him, her tongue running slowly up the shaft, dragging across the sensitive tip, leaving a glistening trail of her spit on his skin.

Ramesh: (A deep, shuddering gasp) "Oh... ahhh... that is... filthy... but so good." (Oh... ahhh... yeh toh... ganda hai... lekin itna accha.)

She ignored his words, her mouth working its way up, licking a path from the base of his erection, over his taut, flat belly, tasting the sweat and salt of his skin. Her tongue flicked into his navel before tracing a line up his chest, leaving him breathless.

Simran: (Her voice was low and gravelly, full of lust) "You taste like the village, Sarpanch-ji. Like earth and strength." (Aapka swaad gaon jaisa hai, Sarpanch-ji. Jaise mitti aur taakat.)

She knelt on the cot, straddling his legs, her full, heavy breasts hanging free, inches from his face. She leaned forward until her lips met his, capturing his mouth in a fierce, demanding kiss.

The instant her lips locked with his, the weight and softness of her big, lactating breasts spilled forward. They pressed firmly against his chest, the sheer size of them forcing his breath out in a rush. He was engulfed by the warm, yielding flesh.

Ramesh: (Muffled against her mouth, his hands immediately grasping the enormous, full globes) "Your chuchis... they are crushing me... so heavy." (Tumhari chuchiyan... yeh mujhe daba rahi hain... kitni bhari.)

Simran pulled back just enough to speak, her breath mingling with his.

Simran: "Good. Let me crush you. I want to feel all of you." (Accha. Mujhe aapko kuchalne do. Main aapko poora mehsoos karna chahti hoon.)

She broke the kiss and, with a quick, powerful movement, she climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. She was like a wild beast ready to devour him, her strong thighs gripping his waist.

Ramesh: (Struggling to speak, mesmerized by the sight of her above him) "Wait, Simran... my dhoti..." (Ruko, Simran... mera dhoti...)

Simran: "Forget the cloth. Forget everything." (Kapde ko bhool jao. Sab kuch bhool jao.)

She was kneeling directly over his swollen, wet cock, her legs spread wide. Her wet pussy was now only an inch from the tip of his erection. She moved her hips in a slow, circular grind, teasing the contact.

Ramesh: (Groaning, his hands gripping her waist)* "Ahhh... put it in, Beti... now... you are driving me mad." (Ahhh... isse andar daal do, Beti... abhi... tum mujhe pagal kar rahi ho.)

Simran: "Not yet, Sarpanch-ji. We are going to take this slowly. I want to feel you struggle beneath me. Tell me what you want to do to me." (Abhi nahi, Sarpanch-ji. Hum ise dheere-dheere karenge. Main aapko apne neeche tadapte hue mehsoos karna chahti hoon. Mujhe batao, tum mere saath kya karna chahte ho.)

Ramesh: "I want to plow you... I want to bury myself deep inside your hot hole... I want to fill you up until you scream my name." (Main tumhein jotna chahta hoon... main khud ko tumhari garm choot ke andar gehra dafna dena chahta hoon... main tumhein tab tak bharna chahta hoon jab tak tum mera naam lekar chilla na do.)

Simran's eyes flashed with a raw, triumphant heat. She slammed her hips down, mounting him fiercely. The large head of his cock pushed past the slick, tight entrance, sinking deep into her.

Simran: (A sharp, guttural cry, mixing pleasure and pain) "FUCK! That's... all of you! You are so big!" (FUCK! Woh... poora andar! Aap kitne mote hain!)

Ramesh: (Thrashing beneath her, his hands kneading her soft buttocks) "You wanted the village man's power, didn't you? Take it! It's all yours!" (Tumhe gaon ke aadmi ki taakat chahiye thi na? Le lo! Yeh sab tumhara hai!)

Simran braced her hands on his shoulders, rising and falling on him in a powerful, hungry rhythm. The cot creaked loudly under their combined weight and motion. The meal was forgotten, and the only reality was the raw, primal collision of their bodies.

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Scene 7: Riding the Sarpanch

Simran was pumping hard on Ramesh's lap, the coarse wooden cot squeaking and protesting under their frantic pace. The sounds of their wet bodies colliding filled the night air.

Ramesh: (Grunting, his voice hoarse) "Harder! Ride your Sarpanch like a bullock cart, Beti! Show me that city fire!" (Zor se! Apne Sarpanch ko bailgadi ki tarah chala, Beti! Mujhe woh shehri aag dikha!)

Simran: (Her breath coming in ragged gasps) "It's all yours, old man! I will break this cot! I will drain you!" (Yeh sab tumhara hai, buddhe aadmi! Main is charpaai ko tod doongi! Main tumhe nichod doongi!)

With one final, powerful thrust from Simran, the unstable cot gave way. The rear legs snapped, and the entire wooden frame tilted backward with a crash, sending both of them tumbling onto the cool, lush green grass just behind the porch.

The fall hardly registered; their bodies were too locked in lust to feel the impact. Simran was on top, her saree bunched up around her waist, her soaked pussy still impaled on Ramesh’s thick, fully erect cock. He lay sprawled on the grass, his eyes wide with a combination of shock and blinding pleasure.

Simran: (Laughing wildly, adjusting her hips) "See! I told you I would break it! This grass is better! More open, more dirty!" (Dekha! Maine kaha tha na ki main ise tod doongi! Yeh ghaas zyada acchi hai! Aur khuli, aur gandi!)

Simran used the break in the action to shift her position. She pulled her saree up higher, pushing the excess cloth away from her thighs. Her hands landed on Ramesh’s chest, and she began to ride him, using her thigh muscles to control the depth and rhythm.

The sounds of their lovemaking changed, becoming a deep, wet, sloppy rhythm against the soft earth, punctuated by the heavy moans of both people.

Ramesh: (Panting, looking up at her with pure ecstasy) "Ha! Ha! You are an animal, Simran! A hungry bitch! You ride like you want to kill me! Fuck! Come on, chod me harder! Tear your hole on me!" (Ha! Ha! Tum ek jaanwar ho, Simran! Ek bhookhi kutti! Tum aise chadh kar chala rahi ho jaise mujhe maar dalogi! Fuck! Chalo, aur zor se chod mujhe! Apne chhed ko mujh par phaad do!)

Ramesh’s filthy language only fueled Simran’s desire. His raw, unbridled lust was the missing element she had craved. Her hips worked faster, pounding down onto him.

Simran: "Do you like that, Sarpanch-pati? Does my choot feel good on your lund? Say my name, buddhe!" (Kya aapko accha lag raha hai, Sarpanch-pati? Kya meri choot aapke lund par acchi lag rahi hai? Mera naam lo, buddhe!)

Ramesh: "Simran! Oh, Simran! You feel like a hot fire! You are a dream! My randi! Ahhh!" (Simran! Oh, Simran! Tum garm aag jaisi lagti ho! Tum ek sapna ho! Meri randi! Ahhh!)

Simran felt herself nearing a powerful climax. With a wild cry, she arched her back and reached for the thin fabric of her low-cut blouse. With trembling fingers, she ripped the middle buttons open, tearing the fabric apart to fully reveal her lactating breasts to the moonlight and the Sarpanch beneath her.

Her nipples were hard, dark, and already weeping milk from the exertion. The sight of the massive, full breasts bouncing above him seemed to send Ramesh into a frenzy.

Ramesh: (Roaring) "Doodh! Your milk! I need your milk, Simran!" (Doodh! Tera doodh! Mujhe tera doodh chahiye, Simran!)

He wasted no time. Simran brought her body down lower, and Ramesh lunged upwards. His mouth latched onto one of her milking breasts, pulling the fully exposed areola deep into his mouth. He began to suckle with primal, powerful pulls, his tongue flicking the huge, sensitive nipple as Simran bucked and cried out in a massive, simultaneous climax.

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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.

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Scene 9: The Raw Truth

They both lay sprawled on the cool, damp grass, their bodies naked and spent, tangled amongst the broken pieces of the cot and the discarded cloth. A deep, heavy silence settled over the village, broken only by the sound of their ragged breathing.

Simran felt the earth beneath her, raw and real. After a few moments, she stirred, the exhaustion giving way to a warm, deep satisfaction. She crawled towards Ramesh, who was lying flat on his back, his eyes closed.
She dbangd her heavy, milky breasts over his chest, fitting them perfectly against his hard muscle and rough, hairy skin. The weight of her flesh seemed to anchor her to him. She lifted her head and placed a soft, long kiss on his lips, a gentle claim after the violence of their passion.

Simran: (Softly, a deep sigh) "Sarpanch-ji..." (Sarpanch-ji...)

Ramesh: (Opening his eyes, running a shaky hand over her smooth back) "Ah, Simran... you are a storm. A beautiful, sweet storm." (Ah, Simran... tum ek toofan ho. Ek khoobsurat, meetha toofan.)

Simran slowly lifted her hips, pushing her body upwards. She then used her fingers, slick with his semen, to gently bring the wet mess from her vagina up to his view. It was a thick, white trail against her fair skin.

Simran: "Look. You filled me up completely. There is no space left. You poured your whole power inside me." (Dekho. Aapne mujhe poora bhar diya. Bilkul jagah nahi bachi. Aapne apni poori taakat mere andar daal di.)

Ramesh: (Looking at the sight with immense pride) "You are a butterfly that entered my garden, Simran. And now I have marked you, I have made you mine. You carry the Sarpanch’s seed." (Tum ek titli ho jo mere baag mein aayi, Simran. Aur ab maine tumhe nishaani de di, maine tumhe apna bana liya. Tum Sarpanch ka beej lekar jaogi.)

Simran placed her hands on his chest, tracing the mixture of gray, black, and white hair. She rubbed her thumb over his hard nipples, a smile playing on her lips.

Simran: "You are very strong for your age, Sarpanch-ji. Stronger than any of the boys in the city. You ride like a demon." (Aap apni umar ke hisaab se bahut taakatwar hain, Sarpanch-ji. Shehar ke kisi bhi ladke se zyada. Aap rakshas ki tarah chalaate hain.)

Ramesh: (Running his fingers over her full breasts, squeezing them gently) "And you are a bottomless well for an old man's pyas... But Simran, tell me the real reason why you are here. With your body and this education, in this poor village, it makes no sense to me. Tell me the truth now, after all this." (Aur tum ek boodhe aadmi ki pyaas ke liye ek gehra kuan ho... Lekin Simran, mujhe asli wajah batao ki tum yahan kyun ho. Tumhara yeh jism aur yeh padhai, is gareeb gaon mein, mujhe yeh samajh nahi aata. Ab sach batao, yeh sab hone ke baad.)
Simran leaned down, kissing his neck, her words a warm breath against his skin.

Simran: "The city men are weak, Sarpanch-ji. They are scared of a woman like me. They don't know how to handle this much flesh." (Shehar ke mard kamzor hain, Sarpanch-ji. Woh mere jaisi aurat se darte hain. Unhe itne maans ko sambhalna nahi aata.)

Ramesh: (His voice low and demanding) "And we, the village men? What do we know that they don't?" (Aur hum, gaon ke mard? Hum kya jaante hain jo woh nahi jaante?)

Simran: "You are real, Sarpanch-ji. You are not afraid to be dirty. You were not afraid to take me. I came here to find an older, stronger man to break me, to make me feel something raw. And I needed the power of a man like you to help my career." (Aap asli hain, Sarpanch-ji. Aap ganda hone se nahi darte. Aap mujhe lene se nahi dare. Main yahan ek boodhe, taakatwar aadmi ko dhoondhne aayi thi jo mujhe tood de, jo mujhe kuch kattar mehsoos karaye. Aur mujhe apne career mein madad ke liye aap jaise aadmi ki shakti chahiye thi.)

Ramesh: "A career? You mean... you came here just for this fun and then you will use me for your city work?" (Ek career? Matlab... tum yahan sirf is maze ke liye aayi aur phir tum mujhe apne shehri kaam ke liye istemaal karogi?)

Simran: "Yes. But the fun was real. And I will give you everything you want until I leave. Tonight, I chose you to be my partner in everything. My lust and my future. Will you still help me, my Sarpanch?" (Haan. Lekin mazaa asli tha. Aur main jaane tak aapko woh sab doongi jo aap chahte hain. Aaj raat, maine aapko har cheez mein apna saathi chuna. Meri hawas aur mera bhavishya. Kya aap ab bhi meri madad karenge, mere Sarpanch?)

Ramesh laughed, a deep, powerful sound that echoed in the quiet night. He pulled her body tight against his.

Ramesh: "You are a devil, Simran. A beautiful, clever shaitaan. Yes. I will help you. And until you leave, this garden belongs only to the Sarpanch." (Tum ek shaitaan ho, Simran. Ek khoobsurat, chalaak shaitaan. Haan. Main tumhari madad karunga. Aur jab tak tum jaati nahi, yeh baag sirf Sarpanch ka hai.)

He rolled her onto her back, his lips descending again to her milk-filled breast.

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This story took lot of time, and looks like in this forum people don't appreciate how much time goes into this making.
So this story will not be updated further. I actually have 300 episodes already written but its a shame.

I am going to write for western audience as they pay as well. India is not the correct place for writing.

[Muralimm]

The concept of the story is very good and different from all don't think wrong

Keep going like this every update was neet and clear to convey the point

Keep going like this all the best

[Coolraj1000]

Keep going

[ashuezy2]

More Scenes Coming soon with video Previews. 

[Uvaaaa]

Nice story update soon

[Coolraj1000]

Waiting for next part

[Kore shivkant]

Don't stop writing ashuezy2......story is going great.......need more updates......complete all the episodes..... when can we expect the next update????