MILF Paradise System-Chapter 149: Maid’s Daughter is Too Innocent

Asha was kneeling in front of me, holding a water spray bottle in one hand and a clean white cloth in the other, ready to help clean my dirty dick. Her innocent eyes were wide as they stayed fixed on my thick, messy shaft, still rock hard and glistening with Olivia’s juices and my cum. She stared at it as if it were both fascinating and a little intimidating. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"Sir, should I apply water on it?" she asked innocently, trying her best to help a guest, voice soft and polite, cheeks flushed pink as she glanced up at me for permission.

Asha’s mother, Maya, just stood there watching her daughter like this. She couldn’t say anything to stop her, her body was betraying her loyalty and duty toward her husband and daughter. She kept staring at my dick and how close it was to her daughter’s face, her own thighs pressing together under her salwar pants, breathing quicker, cheeks burning, eyes flicking between my cock and Asha’s innocent expression.

"Yeah, Asha, please take it in your hand," I said, releasing my dick from my grip so it now hung rock-hard in front of her face, thick and heavy, veins pulsing, head swollen and slick.

Asha kept looking at it like it was her first time seeing a man’s dick like that, maybe it really was. The way she carried herself, her soft-spoken nature, her gentle mannerisms, she was clearly inexperienced. My dick throbbed at the thought—how I was going to take this innocent girl’s virginity right in front of her mother, how I would slowly fuck her, savoring every inch of her virgin-tight pussy. Her body was ripe for me to claim, she had come all the way from India to lose her innocence and her virginity to me.

She reached out her hand to pick up my dick with one, so she could properly apply water from the spray bottle she was holding in the other. She dropped the cloth on the floor as she couldn’t manage so many things at once, the white fabric landing softly near her knees.

She slowly reached for my dick, it was so dirty, so messy with my cum and pussy juices coating the shaft and head. She looked at me when her fingers were close, like she was trying to get my permission, permission to touch her guest.

"Yeah, Asha, please grab it," I said, looking at how an innocent girl was kneeling down in front of me while her mother just watched in arousal, doing nothing to stop her daughter.

She prepared herself and slowly wrapped her fingers around my shaft from the middle, her small hand looking tiny against my thick girth, barely able to close around it. Her touch was light and careful, like she was afraid of hurting me.

"Ahh..." I groaned as her hands were too soft, my dick twitched hard in her grip, jumping slightly upward.

"Sorry, sir... did I hurt you?" she said, eyes wide like she had just touched something dangerous, instantly worried, looking up at me to make sure I was okay.

"No, Asha... everything’s good," I said, smiling down at her. "Your hands are too soft."

"Thank you, sir," she said shyly while holding my monster dick in her tiny hand. My dick was filthy dirty, coated in thick layers of my cum and Olivia’s pussy juices, the shaft slick and shiny, head swollen and glistening. Her hands were too clean—she just held it, trying to examine how the hell it was so dirty, brows furrowed in innocent concentration as she looked for an opening where she could start cleaning it, fingers barely encircling the middle, the mess smearing slightly onto her palm.

Maya stood frozen a few feet away, watching her daughter hold a guest’s hard cock in her hand. Her cheeks burned red, thighs clenched tight under her salwar pants, breath shallow and quick. She didn’t move to stop it, didn’t speak, just stared, the conflict in her eyes visible but her body refusing to intervene, nipples faintly visible through her tunic as her chest rose and fell faster.

The room felt thick with tension, only the faint hum of the AC and distant waves outside breaking the silence.

Asha’s innocent fingers stayed wrapped around my shaft, not stroking yet, just holding it steady as she studied the mess. Her plump cheeks were flushed, lips parted slightly, eyes wide with curiosity and a flicker of something awakening.

God, my dick got even harder in her hands as I became aroused from the thought that her mother just watched everything.

Asha looked at me with those innocent eyes, as she realized my dick was throbbing in her hand, and it had started to leak more precum, the clear bead forming at the slit and slowly dripping down the shaft.

"Sir, why is it so dirty?" she asked, smiling like an innocent virgin girl should ask. She had never seen cum before—how could she know what this sticky mess was that she was seeing for the first time? Her voice was soft, curious, completely unaware of how filthy the situation really was.

I didn’t say anything, just looked at how her plump, chubby body looked—cute face, scarf shifted a little now that she was on her knees, and I could see the shape of her plump round boobs. They looked really juicy and ripe for taking, straining against the tunic, the fabric outlining their full, soft curves.

Asha, after examining my dirty dick, moved her other hand and sprayed water from the bottle once. The water was a little cold.

"Ahh, it’s cold, Asha," I groaned as the spray hit my sensitive shaft.

"Sorry, sir, just a little more, ok?" she said, smiling sweetly and spraying one more time.

My dick was slick with water now, mixing with cum and juices, dripping down in thin rivulets, the shaft glistening under the room’s light.

Then she put down the water spray bottle and picked up the clean cloth from the floor, and gently placed it on my dick, trying to clean it slowly.