We quickly turned off the water. Wiped our bodies with towels, but did not wear any clothes. Completely naked, wet with sweat and water, drops of milk still dripping, we came into the kitchen. My breasts were still dripping milk, hers too. Sarita took out vegetables from the fridge and turned on the gas. I stood behind her and grabbed her buttocks, pressing them hard. My naked, heavy breasts stuck to her back; the nipples were rubbing against her skin, milk started flowing down her back.

“Di… even while making food my cunt is getting wet… ahhh… this ass of yours… how soft it is… squeeze it…!”