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Chapter 2

A warm sweet fluid filled my mouthpiece, and an equally warm up sensation sparked through my trunk. I dont make love how many of us still remember that correct way for breastfeeding is to put lip around the tit and then suck it using knife and palate. A lot of us would latch on the entire areola and put teeth on it too. cat, please do that only during stimulation.

Mausmi and I kept an intense eye contact as I drank her in. In Truth my entire carnal ego ached to roll her over, charge apart clothes and make lovemaking to every piece of her gorgeous body. My penis suffered well-nigh and it hurt worse than a feet might hurt after walking 2 miles in skid 2 size of it minor. But I desisted from falling a victim to my own urges. Somehow, predict it a man 's instinct, i felt it was a secret plan of survival or a war of attrition. And women dont like men whom they can outlast.

Any sensation, no topic how pleasurable, if continued for long can get monotonous and damp even fiery mo. So at time interval i rolled my tongue over the mammilla, brushed it again my lips, lapped her breast and even lightly sunk my dentition on her areola. And then i would suckle her again.
Gradually her external respiration started to get cloggy and her bosom started to rise up and fall. It was hard to bob my brass to keep in rhythm with her heaving breast but rhythm method of birth control, as all of you know, is paramount in intimate connection. At a point when I sucked the whole retinal cone of her white meat, nipple, areola all included, taking it as deep in my sassing it would go and bit definitely on her mamilla, she gasped, her eyes widened, her back arched and her thick lush sassing parted just slightly. I took my hand near her brass and put the tip of my middle finger between her set forth backtalk. Cliched though this act is, its a winner in powerful 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 burning at the stake wet mouth on my tip.

'' Neelu, take Zanu out and puddle her sleep '' She said in a vocalization partially choked with shape and fluid.

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

Mausmi 's both breasts swung free now like a feast before a beggar. I pulled myself up and kissed in her ear. She turned sharply and get hold of my mane in a fierce traction. Her breath fogged my vision, her sighs pounded my spike and her skin burned me raw. I closed in and planted a athirst buss on her thick wanting sass. She returned the kiss fully and in tour pushed her tongue in my oral cavity. While locked in the candy kiss i took one of her breasts in my deal. It was strong, heavy and incredibly soft. It will be a crude exemplar but a dough of fresh cream could n't be any voiced. I kneaded it firmly and as i squeezed her nipples they burst out tiny flow of Milk that reminded me of her original 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 ''
moving my body down i got my face in level with her bosom again. I joined the two godly orbs from nipples to cleavage and suckled both teat together, something that would not fall out to any goddamn kid in the world. As her barriers of restrain crumbled, she arched, tilted back her head and let out a foresightful groan of want, desire and lust. Without changing my position a bit, i put the flat of my candid left palm rightfulness on the essence of her belly, adducted the middle finger's breadth inside her deep seated navel and gave it a twist. I must birth touched a hyper sensitive boldness reason with a sudden cry she gave an almighty pelvic thrust that nearly toppled me. I managed to domesticate my posture, but not her stage that had parted in this upheaval and remained splayed at an slant. I twisted my digit in her navel various times and as if connected with a screw there, her legs widened at every twist until she was laying on her elbows in the child-delivery stance, her pelvic girdle buck 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 cause said anything more agreeable. But in world there is appetite and then there is lust. By breastfeeding me, Mausmi had satiated first and fueled the latter. Now i started planting her bosom and belly with an infinite series of random kisses, creating a wet trail that was always pushing south. With my former hand meanwhile massaged and rubbed her shapely, hairless and velvety inner thighs, all the metre tracing a curve that pushed north.As i started kissing her lower belly and my fingers traced invisible form in deep curves of her internal second joint, her involuntary driving force increased so often in frequency and wavelength ( an impossible thing as per physics showing it still has lot to learn ) that i circled her waist with my right arm and pinned her down with some success.

Her pelt tasted like saucy butter and it had an aroma of some exotic heyday, an fragrance that strengthened the closer i moved to her efflorescence. And then my face was right over her fork, looking heterosexual person at the prize of the one C. The thin and tight fabric of her hot pant bulged at the bulge of her mons os pubis and it split in two line of descent at gradient of her vulva. For some minute of arc I caressed her internal thigh right up to roundness of her back segmentation, kept my cheek on her belly button with my glossa probing its tiny break, and cupped her one white meat squashing it against its span. All this to have a pelter of wanton desire and unstoppable passion outpouring out from her at the opportune moment. Finally i started to unroll her hot trouser I lifted her buttocks and raised her legs to subscribe off the cloth. And now all she had was a string panty that had only a tiny triangle of cloth wedged low between her legs. It just concealed her most feminine section and left everything else exposed. Her mound of Venus was completely hairless and when i bent to kiss it my lips pressed deep in its cushiony bulge. At last i inserted my finger's breadth in the triangular patch and pulled it out revealing a deep Italian sandwich and two fleshy petals. But at this insistent Mausmi exclaimed a loud No and pulled herself free of me.

End of chapter 2 .