Sarita widened her eyes and looked at those heavy, protruding breasts on my chest, which at that moment had become hard like stone and red due to the pain and the effect of that mysterious cold drink. A strange smile of lust and surprise floated on her face. She slowly moved forward, placed her warm hand on one of my breasts and, pressing it lightly, said—

“Oh my God, Manisha… what has happened to you? Such heavy and hot breasts? Tell the truth, are you really 19 years old or is there some fire hidden inside you that only wants a man’s cock? Saali, these look like the milk-filled udders of some whore!”