Chapter 583: The Indian MILF Maid Belongs To Me

"Let’s go, Sir," Maya said as she started walking, her thick, juicy ass swaying in her saree. The soft fabric clung to every heavy curve of her hips and cheeks with each step. The way the material shifted over her full backside made it impossible to look away.

I slapped her ass once as I loved how it jiggled. My palm landed firmly against the soft, thick flesh. The heavy cheek bounced under the thin saree, the impact sending a visible ripple through the mature curve. The sound of the slap was soft but clear in the quiet apartment.

"Sir... you are really naughty," Maya said, glancing back at me, her cheeks turning pink. A shy, heated smile touched her lips even as her face flushed. She didn’t stop walking or pull away. If anything, the sway of her hips became a little more deliberate, as if she wanted me to do it again.

Nadia saw how I was openly playing with Maya’s body. She stood near the bed in only her underwear, heavy bare breasts still on full display, watching the thick Indian maid walk away with me. The jealous heat in her eyes was obvious, but she didn’t argue further.

"Sir, please come home soon. You need to eat your breakfast for energy," Nadia said, as she wanted me to herself.

Maya and Nadia needed to be fucked together, then their synergy was gonna match. Her voice carried a quiet plea mixed with the knowledge that she would have to wait. She stayed where she was, soft and available, while I left with the other woman.

"I will, Nadia," I said as I started walking. Maya and I went out the door. I clicked the door shut behind me, leaving Nadia alone in the apartment with the promise of my return.

We were out in the hallway. The weather was chill. It wasn’t raining anymore, but it wasn’t hot, perfect weather to breed mother and daughter together. Soft morning air drifted through the corridor.

The quiet of the building wrapped around us as Maya walked slightly ahead, her thick ass still swaying under the saree with every step.

We started walking toward the elevator. Tiffany’s and Grace’s doors were closed. Nobody saw me walking with this thick, slutty Indian maid. The hallway remained empty and silent.

Only the soft sound of our footsteps and the gentle rustle of Maya’s saree filled the space.

My eyes stayed locked on the heavy, jiggling curves of her ass as we moved closer to the elevator that would take us up to the top floor, to the room she shared with Asha, and to whatever serious thing she needed to tell me about her daughter.

We both entered the elevator and pressed the top-floor button. The metal doors slid shut with a soft mechanical sound, sealing us inside the small, quiet space. Soft fluorescent light washed over Maya’s thick curves and the revealing drape of her saree.

I pulled Maya tightly against me, my hand on her neck as I pressed her back against me. My chest molded to the soft warmth of her body.

One arm locked around her waist while the other rested firmly against the side of her throat, keeping her exactly where I wanted her. The thick, heavy curve of her ass pressed back against the hard bulge in my pants.

"How much did you miss me, Maya?" I asked as I started rubbing my fingers on her pussy mound. My hand slid lower over the soft fabric of her saree, cupping the warm, plump flesh between her thighs.

I pressed and rubbed slowly, feeling the heat of her cunt through the thin layers of cloth. The motion was open and possessive, exactly the kind of touch a husband should have been giving her, not a man who had already creampied both her and her daughter.

"I missed you so much, Sir... ahhh..." Maya moaned as I groped her openly in the elevator. If it stopped on any floor, people were going to see, but I didn’t care.

I didn’t even care about Maya’s husband. I was having the time of my life with his wife. Soft, needy sounds left her lips as my fingers kept rubbing deliberate circles over her pussy mound. Her hips shifted back against me, pressing her thick ass more firmly into my hard cock.

"Did your husband get the visa?" I asked as I squeezed her boobs over her small blouse, my breath close to her ear. My free hand cupped one heavy breast, fingers sinking into the soft flesh that spilled over the tight neckline.

I kneaded the full mound while my other hand continued working between her legs. Warm breath brushed the shell of her ear with every word.

"Ahhh... no, Sir, he didn’t," Maya said, talking about her husband while I played with her body. Her voice was already shaky. The mention of the man who was still stuck in India only seemed to make her melt more against me.

"Good. You don’t need him anymore. I’m more than enough for you," I said as I started moving my hips, already imagining bending her over in her room.

Slow, deliberate rolls of my hips dragged the thick bulge of my cock against the soft cleft of her ass. The elevator continued its quiet climb while I openly ground against the thick Indian MILF, one hand on her breast, the other rubbing her pussy, fully claiming her in the small metal box.

Soon we reached the top floor where Maya’s room was. The elevator chimed softly and the doors slid open. We exited the elevator and Maya led me to her apartment. It was the middle one, just like mine.

Soft morning light filled the quiet hallway as she walked ahead of me, thick ass still swaying under the saree, leading me straight to the place where both she and Asha now lived, and where I already planned to remind them both exactly who they belonged to.