Rajveer stirred awake in the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, his mouth still latched onto Veda's full, swollen nipple. Warm milk trickled down his throat as he suckled lazily, the rhythmic pull making her breast quiver under his tongue. His cock, buried deep in her slick, cum-filled pussy from the night before, twitched with the first hints of morning hardness. He groaned against her skin, the taste of her sweetness flooding his senses, memories crashing in—her breathless confession of love, the way she'd begged for his cock, how he'd fucked her raw until she screamed his name six, seven times, her body shattering around him like a fragile toy.