The morning air was thick with quiet heat. Maya stood by the door in her robe, loosely tied, the soft cotton damp over her breasts. Her nipples throbbed—leaking gently beneath the fabric. She hadn’t worn a bra. She wanted him to see.

When the knock came, right on time, her heart skipped.

She opened the door to Raj—the milkman.

Tall. Solid. With broad shoulders and sun-bronzed skin from early dawns and hard work. His plain shirt clung to a sculpted chest, his sleeves rolled to his elbows, revealing forearms veined and strong. A rough stubble shaded his jaw, his dark eyes calm but sharp—watching her, noticing everything.

“Morning, Maya,” he said, voice low and rich.

She smiled, slow and warm. “Come inside today.”

He blinked, caught off guard. “Inside?”

She tilted her head. “I’ve got… something new to offer.”

Curiosity flickered across his face. He stepped in. She shut the door behind him with a soft click.

“I remember yesterday,” she said, walking toward the kitchen slowly, hips swaying. “You said there wasn’t enough milk for your own home.”

He nodded. “Yeah. Been running short lately.”

“Well,” she turned to face him, undoing the tie on her robe, “I’ve started producing my own supply.”

The robe slipped open. One breast fell free—full, heavy, the nipple dark and glossy with milk already clinging to the tip.

Raj’s eyes darkened instantly.

“Maya…”

She took his hand, brought it to her breast. His fingers curved around her naturally.

“I’ve been aching,” she whispered. “I thought… maybe you’d help.”

Raj’s mouth curved into a slow, confident smirk.

“Well,” he said, voice teasing, “first I have to check the quality.”

Her breath hitched.

“Go ahead,” she murmured. “Taste it.”

He leaned in slowly, his breath warm across her skin—and when his lips finally closed over her nipple, the first stream of milk released.

She gasped, her knees nearly buckling.

“Ohhh—Raj…”

He suckled deep and slow, groaning softly at the taste, fingers gripping her hips tighter.

“Creamy,” he murmured. “Sweet. And still warm from the source.”

She moaned again, pushing closer, her robe slipping off her shoulders and pooling at her feet.

“And there’s more,” she whispered, eyes locked on his. “As much as you want…”

Raj pulled back just enough to look at her—lips wet, eyes burning with hunger.

“Kitchen,” he said, voice rough.

Maya’s heart thundered. She nodded, stepping backward toward the counter, her robe forgotten on the floor, breasts still dripping warm trails.

Her hips swayed with every step, curves unapologetically on display.

Raj followed, calm but commanding.

“Bend over Randi. Like a dog,” he said, low and steady.

Heat bloomed in her chest, her thighs. She obeyed, folding over the cold marble countertop, legs parted just enough for him to see everything. Her full, heavy breasts hung freely—dark areolas wide, nipples thick, swollen, nearly 3cm long, glistening with milk.

Raj stepped in close behind her, palms sliding over her hips, then upward to her chest.

He cupped her breasts from behind, weighing them, squeezing them slowly until milk beaded at her tips.

Then he leaned over her, whispering into her ear.

“You’re dripping like a milk cow. These tits are desperate.”

She whimpered. “I haven’t stopped leaking….”

He pinched one nipple gently, and a thick stream shot out. “And you didn’t tell me you were this full?”

Raj pulled a chair close, sitting directly behind her and pulling her lower body toward the edge.

With her bent like that, her breasts dangled perfectly before him, swaying with each breath.

He reached up and pressed her tits together roughly, watching the milk spill and dribble.

“… look at these nipples. So hard.”

She moaned as he squeezed and twisted one gently, milk spraying onto the counter.

“Raj… please…”

“You want to be milked my cow?”

“I need it. I’m aching.”

His hands masaged her breasts to milk her hanging 36dd boobs and placed a container beneath her to collect milk. Then with one hand spread her open from behind, fingers brushing between her thighs.

“You’re soaked,” he growled between pulls. “Wet just from being milked?”

She gasped, unable to answer. His fingers slid into her, two at once, curling inside her heat. Her hips jolted.

“Oh god… yes—Raj…”

He now pinched her nipples, the milk sprayed in the container, he started to use both hands to milk her like cow ,pulling her hard nipples that leaked lot of milk..

Her moans filled the kitchen, milk dripping steadily from both nipples— into the container , some onto the tile floor.

Raj pulled back, licking milk from his fingers, and hitting her breast.

“You want to be my cow, baby? Give me everything?”

Maya’s body trembled. “Yes… take it all. Milk me. Use me.”

He smirked, then leaned back in—now latching his lips to her nipples, fingering, devouring her like she was made just for him.

As he now had a problem with his hard dick under his trousers.

And she was moaning.

Maya's arms trembled against the countertop, legs weak from the intensity of Raj’s mouth and fingers. Her breasts were slick, swollen, emptying with every suck, her nipples raw but craving more.

But he wasn’t done.

Raj finally pulled away, chest rising fast, milk on his lips, fingers glistening with her arousal. He stood behind her again, hands spreading over her hips—possessive now.

“You were made for this randi,” he murmured, voice like velvet and thunder. “To be touched like this. Milked. Filled.”

Her body responded without hesitation, her hips pressing back against him. She felt him—hard, heavy, ready—and the anticipation made her gasp.

He leaned over her again, one hand slipping around to cup her breast, the other sliding between her legs once more.

“I want you like this every morning,” he said. “Bent over. Bare. Dripping.”

Raj’s hand smacked her ass, firm, loud. She gasped, the sting blooming into heat.

He slipped inside her in one long, slow thrust, filling her completely. She cried out, back arching. Her breasts swung with the movement, milk starting to leak again as her body surrendered.

Raj grunted, hips beginning to move, deep and steady.

The slap of skin, the squelch of wet heat, the soft patter of milk on the floor—it was a symphony of lust.

He reached around again, squeezing her nipples, coaxing more milk as he fucked her harder.

“You feel that?” he asked through gritted teeth. “Every thrust, every drop—it’s all mine.”

Maya was barely holding on. Her fingers curled around the edge of the counter, her moans ragged and helpless.

“Raj—please—I’m close—”

“Let it go, baby,” he ordered, slamming into her. “Come while I milk you. Come with my cock deep inside you.”

She shattered, body tightening, a scream ripped from her throat. Her breasts squirted with every pulse of her climax, and Raj followed, groaning deep as he spilled into her.

They stayed like that for a moment—still connected, bodies trembling, breath shallow.

Then Raj slowly pulled out, turned her around, and lifted her onto the counter.

"Now you are my cow"...

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