A long, agonizing sob escaped Chandani’s mouth… “Aaaahhhh… Babujiiii…” With this, Babuji also took off his kurta. His face had now completely changed. The shame had vanished, and in his eyes, only a deep hunger shone. Which, for this moment, was extremely necessary. Otherwise, Chandani would not have been able to get well.

With both hands, he first caressed Chandani’s breasts lovingly, then slowly pressed them… and then began to press a bit more firmly. With every squeeze, sharp streams of milk shot out, flowing over Babuji’s hands and onto his fair chest. White rivers formed between his six-pack abs.