It’s a true incident that took place about a week ago and since then I haven’t been able to get it out of my head, so I thought this will be some ...ort of release.My wife, Kanika, and I are both well into fitness. While she is more petite and toned, I believe in bulking up. Till a couple of years ago, due to my fitness modeling projects, I used to be getting waxed pretty regularly, but since then I have not been waxing that much.Two weeks ago, knowing that we have a trip to Pondicherry planned,. "Daddy." I said, and he leaned on top of me and kissed my cheeks. "Tell your daddy whats happening." He whispered, pushing his dick all the way inside. "Daddy, ow, it hurts, please daddy! Please..." I begged as i felt him pull his dick out a little. "Oh baby, i love when you beg me." He said, slowly fucking in and out of me. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, enjoying his preteen pussy. I started to cry again and suck my thumb, apparently fueling his drive as he fucked me harder, i. As I was doing so, a stream of whitish liquid started oozing out of her left nipple. She was lactating after death! I immediately leaned down and suck the leaking nipple. I sucked in quite a lot of sweet, cold milk as my hands let go of the needle and thread and started stroking her face and fondling her breasts.After I sated my thirst, I continued sewing and soon, it was done. Next, I had to work on the throttling marks. The bruises were very dark against the pale complexion of her neck and I. You can feel it in every movement of her body against yours, hear it in the soft sounds she utters as you drive her closer and closer, feel it in the quivering of her legs, the clenching of her stomach.“Give yourself to me,” you manage to say, your voice a hoarse whisper in her ear, “give yourself to me now.” Because you can feel that you are on the brink of the abyss and you’re about to tumble headlong into the oblivion and there’s no way you’re not taking her with you. You need her, need to.