When your reputation precedes you, limits are just a challenge to shatter. I’m Simon, Chennai’s infamous bull, known for mastering the art of nipple orgasms, adult breastfeeding, BDSM, post-orgasm torture, and exhibitionism. When Meera and Vikram, a North Indian couple settled in Bangalore, invited me over, they promised me a night I’d never forget. But little did they know, I don’t just meet expectations—I destroy them.

Two days later, I was at their luxury apartment in Whitefield. What followed was pure, unfiltered ecstasy.

Setting the Stage

From the moment I entered, Meera’s intentions were clear. Dressed in a saree, her blouse clung tightly to her full, luscious curves. Vikram tried to play it cool, but the nervous energy in the room was palpable.

As we sat on the couch, Meera gravitated toward me, her saree slipping to reveal more of her shoulder. I leaned in, brushing my fingers along her bare skin.

“Your husband is sitting right here, and yet you’re so shameless,” I teased, my voice dripping with arrogance.

She smirked, her voice barely a whisper. “From today, I’ll only be shameless for you, Simon.”

That was all the permission I needed. Sliding her saree down, I exposed her perfect breasts. Taking her nipple into my mouth, I teased it with my tongue before biting gently. Her body shuddered, a soft moan escaping her lips, while Vikram sat frozen, his eyes glued to us.

Nipple Orgasms and the Special Technique

The bed became our playground as I unleashed my skills. Taking her left breast in my mouth, I teased her nipple with my tongue while sliding my fingers deep inside her. My signature technique—curling my fingers just right while stimulating her clit—had her body trembling within seconds.

Her first orgasm came fast, her moans echoing in the room. But I didn’t stop. Moving to her right breast, I sucked and flicked her nipple while my fingers worked relentlessly.

Her second orgasm hit like a tidal wave, and by the fifth, her voice was hoarse from screaming. Tears streamed down her face as she gasped, “Simon… let me go… I can’t take anymore.”

I chuckled, pinching her nipple lightly. “Your body has only just started, Meera. One more.”

Switching between her breasts, I pushed her to 15 nipple orgasms, each one more intense than the last. Her body convulsed as pleasure overpowered exhaustion.

Balcony Exhibition: Thrill in the Open Air

As the night deepened, I decided to take things to the next level. Grabbing Meera by the waist, I led her to the balcony, which overlooked a park filled with children playing and adults strolling. Beyond that, the brightly lit swimming pool shimmered under the moonlight.

“That’s the point, Meera,” I growled, running my fingers over her bare back. “Tonight, you’ll be mine in front of everyone.”

The cold Bangalore breeze made her nipples even harder as I bent her over the railing. Sliding into her, I thrust deeply, her moans barely contained as she bit her lip to stay quiet. Below us, people continued their evening routines, oblivious—or maybe not—to the sinful act happening above them.

The thrill pushed Meera to new heights of pleasure. She came hard, her body trembling as I held her tightly, whispering filthy words into her ear.

Afterwards, I pulled her into my lap on the chair, and we had a long adult breastfeeding session, the freezing Bangalore air adding to the intensity. Her breasts, swollen and sensitive, responded eagerly to my mouth as she moaned softly, her fingers tangling in my hair.

Morning Bliss: A Massive Fucking Session

The night left Meera trembling, but the morning brought out her insatiable hunger. I woke up to the warmth of her lips wrapped around me, her tongue working me expertly.

“Simon… one more time,” she whispered, her eyes filled with lust.

Pulling her onto the bed, I slid into her effortlessly. Her body responded with eagerness as I leaned down, sucking her nipple hard. She gasped, her nails digging into my back as I teased her other nipple with my hand.

Her first orgasm came fast, her walls tightening around me as I thrust deeper. I didn’t stop. Alternating between her nipples, I sucked and flicked them until her body convulsed with wave after wave of pleasure.

By the time she reached her 10th orgasm, she was crying out my name, her body shaking uncontrollably. Vikram was still snoring softly on the floor, oblivious to the sinful pleasure his wife was drowning in just feet away.

The Goodbye Ride: Breastfeeding, Blowjob, and One Last Round

As they drove me to the airport, Meera’s body bore the marks of the night before. Her nipples were red and swollen, and her blouse did little to hide their erect state. She sat next to me in the backseat, her eyes darting toward Vikram, who was focused on the road.

I leaned in close, whispering, “Your nipples are still ready for me, Meera.”

She blushed, but her hand found its way to my zipper. Glancing nervously at Vikram, she whispered, “Time to take advantage of the traffic.”

She pulled me into her mouth, her tongue working its magic as I teased her sore nipples through her blouse. Her moans were muffled, her body trembling as I flicked her nipples with my fingers. As I came in her mouth, she swallowed every drop, her lips curling into a satisfied smile.

But I wasn’t done. Sliding my hand under her blouse, I teased her swollen nipple before pulling it into my mouth. Her breathing grew ragged as I sucked and bit gently, her body shivering with another orgasm.

“Simon… don’t do more… I can’t control myself,” she gasped, her voice trembling.

I smirked, pulling her onto my lap. With the car crawling through Bangalore’s traffic, I slid into her one last time, her moans filling the car as Vikram drove on, oblivious. Her legs tightened around me as I sucked her nipple, her cries muffled against my neck.

By the time we reached the airport, Meera was a trembling, sweaty mess, her nipples throbbing and her body still quivering from her final orgasm.

The Goodbye

As I stepped out of the car, Meera’s eyes followed me, her lips still swollen from our goodbye kiss. “Simon, please come back,” she said softly, her voice tinged with longing.

I winked. “For you, Meera, I’m always ready.”

As the car disappeared into traffic, I smirked to myself. Once you’ve experienced Simon, there’s no turning back. 😉