"Sir… who is that?" Nadia spoke up. She was awake. Soft sheets rustled as she pushed herself up on the bed. Her eyes focused on the scene in front of her, me standing close to another thick, mature woman, one hand on her hip, our bodies pressed together in clear intimacy.
She saw how I was openly touching a woman about her age in my apartment. The intimacy left no room to doubt what was happening.
"Nadia, it's Maya. She is our building maid," I said as I caressed Maya's ass from behind. My palm slid lower, cupping and squeezing the heavy, juicy cheek through the thin fabric of her saree.
I remembered her thick, motherly ass, the way I had shoved my cock into it while her daughter watched at the beach house. I was glad Maya had come here. The soft, full flesh filled my hand perfectly as I kept groping her right in front of Nadia.
"But I'm your maid, Sir," Nadia said, sitting up fully on the bed. Her bra was still pulled down from earlier, leaving her heavy breasts completely bare.
