A fire had now been ignited in Manya's body, a fire that only Reyansh's masculinity could quench. Reyansh was still asleep (or at least that's what it seemed to Manya), but his lips were still sucking her nipple with great hunger, like an innocent child seeking comfort in his mother's embrace. This act of Reyansh in his sleep was driving Manya completely crazy.

Manya now stopped holding herself back. She slightly lifted her waist, but did not remove her breast from Reyansh's lips. She wanted him to keep sucking. She slowly slid downward, spread her legs even wider, and mounted Reyansh's thick, throbbing cock on her knees. She placed Reyansh's thick cock at the threshold of her wet pussy. She did not insert the cock inside, she just started rubbing it between the folds (labia) of her pussy. The heat of the cock was reaching deep inside her pussy, and with every throb, intoxication was racing through Manya's veins.