Sarita, controlling her breaths, slid off me and lay down beside me. Both our bodies were drenched in sweat. My breasts were still lightly dripping milk, and the hot juices flowing from my cunt had soaked the bedsheet. Only the sound of our heavy, broken breaths was echoing in the room. For a while both of us remained lying silently. My eyes were closed, but fire was still smouldering inside. My nipples were still hard and light spasms were going on in my cunt. Those scenes were still revolving in my mind when Sarita was tearing my cunt and drinking my milk.

Then suddenly Sarita put one hand in my hair and, slowly pulling it, turned towards me. That same old devilish shine was in her eyes, but this time there was also a new challenge in it. She moistened her lips with her tongue and said—