The first light of morning slipped through the jalis and fell across the bed in thin golden lines. Ranvijay was already awake. His mouth was latched firmly around Sanya’s left breast, sucking in slow, deep pulls. Fresh milk flowed onto his tongue and he swallowed every drop without hurry. His thick fingers rested between her thighs, lightly stroking the soft outer lips of her still-virgin pussy.

Sanya stirred with a soft sound. Her eyes opened slowly. The moment she felt the strong suction on her nipple she arched and let out a low moan.