Reyansh started sucking like a hungry newborn baby, but there was a wild masculinity in his sucking. He wasn’t just sucking; he was completely squeezing them with his hot lips. He lightly bit the nipples with his teeth and then began rubbing them rapidly with his tongue. Manya’s body arched like a bow; she felt as if all the blood in her body had boiled and collected in her breasts.

Reyansh began kneading the other breast with one hand with such intensity, as if he wanted to melt it like wax. Every single touch of his was leaving deep marks of lust on Manya’s body.