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Chapter 2

A warm sweet fluid filled my oral fissure, and an equally warm maven sparked through my body. I dont make love how many of us still remember that even up way for breastfeeding is to put lips around the mammilla and then suck it using lingua and palate. A lot of us would latch on the entire areola and put teeth on it too. Guys, please do that only during foreplay.

Mausmi and I kept an intense eye inter-group communication as I drank her in. In truth my entire sensual self ached to undulate her over, rent apart apparel and urinate honey to every character of her gorgeous soundbox. My penis suffered virtually and it hurt worse than a pes might hurt after walking 2 mi in shoe 2 size minor. But I desisted from falling a victim to my own itch. Somehow, call up it a man 's replete, i felt it was a game of endurance or a war of attrition. And women dont like men whom they can outlast.

Any hotshot, no matter how pleasurable, if continued for long can get flat and damp even perfervid moments. So at intervals i rolled my natural language over the teat, brushed it again my lips, lapped her knocker and even lightly sunk my teeth on her areola. And then i would give suck her again.
Gradually her respiration started to get heavier and her breast started to rise up and autumn. It was hard to bob my aspect to maintain in rhythm with her heaving breast but rhythm, as all of you know, is paramount in insinuate connection. At a degree when I sucked the whole cone of her breast, nipple, areola all included, taking it as oceanic abyss in my mouth it would go and bit definitely on her nipple, she gasped, her eyes widened, her back arched and her thick-skulled lush lips parted just slightly. I took my bridge player near her boldness and put the tip of my eye finger between her break up lips. Cliched though this act is, its a victor in mighty context as it proved then. Mausmi closed down her lips on my fingerbreadth and I felt her hot burning breath on my knuckle and her hot combustion wet mouth on my tip.

'' Neelu, take Zanu out and build her slumber '' She said in a vocalization partially choked with flesh and fluid.

Neelam came over. She looked at me with an unfathomable expression and took the baby outside.

Mausmi 's both breasts swung free now like a feast before a mendicant. I pulled myself up and kissed in her ear. She turned sharply and hold tight my mane in a boisterous grip. Her breathing space fogged my vision, her sigh pounded my ears and her skin burned me raw. I closed in and planted a hungry osculation on her thick wanting lips. She returned the kiss fully and in tour pushed her tongue in my mouth. While locked in the kiss i took one of her breasts in my handwriting. It was warm, gravid and incredibly piano. It will be a crude example but a cabbage of impudent cream could n't be any subdued. I kneaded it voiceless and as i squeezed her mammilla they burst out bantam stream of Milk River that reminded me of her archetype invitation. I forcibly broke our kiss at which she hissed and snapped at me but i steadied her and whispered
'' i havent sucked all of your Milk River ''
moving my eubstance down i got my look in level with her breasts again. I joined the two godly orbs from nipples to cleavage and give suck both nipples together, something that would not happen to any goddamn kid in the world. As her barriers of restrain crumbled, she arched, tilted back her head and let out a yearn moan of deficiency, desire and lust. Without changing my stance a bit, i put the flat tire of my exposed left palm tree right on the center of her belly, adducted the in-between fingerbreadth inside her deep seated umbilicus and gave it a twist. I must have touched a hyper spiritualist mettle cause with a sudden cry she gave an Divine pelvic thrust that nearly toppled me. I managed to reclaim my posture, but not her peg that had parted in this Sturm und Drang and remained splayed at an angle. I twisted my digit in her bellybutton several time and as if connected with a screw there, her legs widened at every crook until she was laying on her elbows in the child-delivery posture, her hip bucking up-down every now and then.

It may sound incredulous but I suckled and drank her until I actually felt full. Whosoever had said female parent milk is fulfilling could n't birth said anything more consonant. But in world there is appetence and then there is crave. By breastfeeding me, Mausmi had satiated first and fueled the latter. Now i started planting her titty and belly with an infinite series of random kisses, creating a wet lead that was always pushing south. With my early hired man meanwhile massaged and rubbed her shapely, hairless and velvety inner thigh, all the sentence tracing a curvature that pushed north.As i started kissing her lower belly and my finger's breadth traced invisible contours in late curve ball of her inner second joint, her unvoluntary thrusts increased so much in frequency and wavelength ( an insufferable thing as per physic showing it still has lot to learn ) that i circled her shank with my right arm and pinned her down with some success.

Her skin tasted like reinvigorated butter and it had an odor of some exotic flowers, an aroma that strengthened the closer i moved to her flower. And then my face was right over her genitals, looking heterosexual at the prize of the century. The tenuous and crocked material of her hot pant bulged at the bulge of her mons pubis and it split in two parentage at side of her vulva. For some minutes I caressed her inner second joint right up to roundness of her game cleavage, kept my cheek on her belly clit with my tongue probing its diminutive corner, and cupped her one titty squashing it against its pair. All this to have got a alluvion of wanton desire and unstoppable passion gush out from her at the opportune moment. Finally i started to unwind her hot pant I lifted her buttock and raised her leg to get off the cloth. And now all she had was a string panty that had only a tiny triangle of material wedged low between her branch. It just concealed her most feminine part and left everything else exposed. Her mound of venus was completely hairless and when i bent to osculate it my lips pressed deep in its cushiony hump. At last i inserted my finger in the triangular patch and pulled it out revealing a deep wedge and two fleshy petals. But at this instant Mausmi exclaimed a flash No and pulled herself free of me.

End of chapter 2 .