"I'm good, Sir… umm…" Maya moaned a little as I caressed her belly. Soft, warm skin yielded under my palm. The quiet sound that left her lips was already needy, even though we had only just stepped inside the apartment.
Her skin was so smooth and plump I couldn't control myself. I put a finger in her navel and started playing with her curves. The soft dip of her belly button invited the slow circle of my fingertip. I traced the warm, rounded flesh around it, feeling how her stomach rose and fell with each slightly uneven breath.
Then I squeezed her soft belly, her wide hips, exploring the woman I had claimed. My hands moved freely over the thick, mature body that still belonged to a husband far away in India. Every soft handful of her flesh reminded me of how thoroughly I had taken her at the beach house.
