The afternoon sun slanted; through the half-drawn curtains, casting golden stripes across Priya's sweat-slicked skin as she lounged on the bed, one leg draped possessively over Arjun's thigh. His head rested on her stomach, rising and falling with her breaths, his tongue occasionally darting out to lap at the drying trails of milk and cum on her belly. The room smelled of sex—musky, tangy, with that underlying sweetness from her lactation. Priya's fingers idly twisted in his hair, tugging just enough to remind him of her control.

'You heard me, beta,' she murmured, voice husky from her orgasms. 'Tomorrow, bring someone. A friend from college. Someone young and eager like you. I want to see you share what's mine.' Her free hand cupped her right breast, kneading it until a fresh bead of milk formed at the nipple, which she smeared across his lips. Arjun sucked it in reflexively, his cock stirring again against her leg despite the exhaustion.