"I don't know what the hell you're talking about, bro," I said to Michael, keeping my expression blank.
Michael smirked like he didn't believe a word of it.
"Bro, you don't have to play dumb. I know what kind of horny motherfucker you are," he said, his eyes already drifting past me. "But damn… her body looks so soft. I wish I could squeeze that ass. Just look at that, motherfucker…"
He openly stared at Maya's thick ass, making no effort to hide the way his gaze lingered on the soft curves under her saree. Maya noticed. She shifted uncomfortably and adjusted the drape of her saree over her shoulder, pulling the fabric a little tighter as Michael continued staring without shame.
I shot him a sharp look.
"Bro, she already thinks you're a creep. Just stop staring," I told him firmly.
Michael finally dragged his eyes away from Maya, though the grin on his face didn't fully disappear. Then his tone shifted into something more serious, mixed with curiosity.
