The morning light had grown stronger, turning the presidential suite into a golden haze. The heavy scent of sex, milk, and cum still clung to every surface. Ananya lay sprawled on the ruined bed, her body glistening with sweat, milk, and the thick remnants of Lord Vikram’s earlier release. Her tiny innie was bright red, swollen, and still leaking a slow, steady stream of mixed fluids. Her massive breasts rose and fell heavily, dark nipples puffy and constantly beading fresh milk that trickled down the curves in shiny rivulets.
Lord Vikram’s cock was still rock.hard, glistening with their combined juices. He stared down at her with dark, insatiable hunger, his hand slowly stroking his thick length.
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