Rivaanvi, 29, is a refined Indian rose—copper brown skin, raven hairs, voluptuous curves. Raised in the Cotswolds with old-money etiquette, she embodies quiet submission. Married two years to banker Edward, she hides her nymphomaniac hunger and rare secret: arousal triggers lactation. Her full breasts leak milk in beads, then spurt forcefully during intense climax. Shy yet secretly hungry for physical pleasure, she craves rough passion her polite marriage denies—moaning wildly, convulsing in ecstasy, milk jetting rhythmically with each thrust.