Sonia hiked the camisole to her waist, her breasts spilling out, milk dripping from her nipples, her pussy bare and glistening. The first usher grabbed her, pinning her against a stall, his cock thick as he thrust into her pussy, her clit rubbing against him, her moans echoing. Milk leaked from her breasts, soaking the camisole as he pounded her, pulling out to cum on her face, thick ropes dripping down her cheeks. The second usher took her from behind, his cock deep in her pussy, her breasts bouncing, milk dripping onto the floor, his cum coating her clit, mixing with the first load.
The janitor lifted her onto the sink counter, her legs spread, clit glistening, and fucked her hard, her pussy gripping him, milk leaking as her breasts bounced wildly, fully exposed through the armholes. He came on her pussy, white streaks dripping over her arrow of hair. The patron, bold and rough, fucked her mouth, his cum splattering her face, some dripping to her clit, her body trembling with the intensity. Sonia stood, cum dripping from her face and pussy, milk soaking the camisole, making it nearly transparent, her clit visible to anyone who looked.
She walked back to the theater, cum and milk dripping, the camisole clinging, her breasts and clit flashing with every step. Audience members stared, some whispering, but Arjun and Nia just waved, giggling, “Mom’s messy!” Rohan’s eyes were wild, his jeans tight as she sat beside him, the movie’s glow illuminating her stained, dripping body.
Post-movie, the family headed to a nearby restaurant for dinner, the kids chattering about the film. Sonia’s light grey camisole was soaked, cum crusted on her face and clit, milk stains making the fabric cling to her 34DD breasts, nipples hard and leaking, her clit glistening and visible as she walked. The restaurant was packed, waiters and diners staring as she sat, the camisole riding up to flash her pussy, her arrow of hair and cum-coated clit exposed. “Mom’s all wet,” Nia giggled, Arjun nodding, unfazed, as they colored their menus.
Rohan leaned close, his hand brushing her thigh. “You’re a fucking whore,” he whispered, his arousal evident. “Flash them more.” Sonia shifted, letting the camisole gape, her breasts nearly popping out, milk dripping onto her lap, her clit visible to a waiter who fumbled his tray. She smiled, teasing, knowing Rohan reveled in her exposure, the cum and milk a badge of her depravity.
Monday, Sonia was back at work, her office a den of secret sins. She wore a sheer maroon saree with a sleeveless black blouse, the fabric clinging to her 34DD breasts, nipples faintly visible, leaking milk, no bra or panties, her clit exposed beneath the saree’s edge, the arrow of hair a guide. Priya’s blackmail had escalated—she’d sent a text: “Balcony, 1 PM. Fuck someone there, or Rohan gets the storage room photos.” Sonia’s heart raced, the threat fueling her craving.
At noon, she lured Vikram to the office balcony, a semi-public space overlooking the city. Her saree was hiked up, blouse untied, breasts spilling out, milk dripping as he fucked her against the railing, her pussy gripping his cock, her clit throbbing. He came on her clit, white streaks coating her arrow of hair. An hour later, Priya watched from a window as Sonia seduced a delivery man on the same balcony, his cock thrusting into her pussy, milk leaking from her breasts, his cum splattering her face. A third encounter, with a coworker in the stairwell, saw her riding him, her pussy wet, clit grinding, his cum dripping on her pussy, mixing with the others. Priya’s phone flashed, capturing it all, her smirk a promise of more demands.