MILF Paradise System-Chapter 154: The MILF Maid Would Do Anything

Maya moaned softly into my neck, hips pressing forward instinctively, her pussy grinding subtly against my thigh through her pants. Her hands clutched my back, nails digging in lightly, breath hot and fast against my ear.

"I’ll... I’ll do anything you want, sir... just not in front of her," she whispered, her voice cracking with desperation, eyes glassy, her body surrendering completely.

"Yeah... but why don’t I just let Asha satisfy my needs?" I said, teasing her, my voice low and playful as I looked down at Maya pressed against me.

She took my hand and placed it on her ass cheek from the side to show how big and filthy it was, which hadn’t been properly visible through her loose salwar pants. The soft, thick flesh filled my palm instantly, warm and heavy, the curve round and inviting even under the fabric.

I squeezed her ass cheeks to feel how tight and big they were. "Wow, Maya... you are so thick," I said, feeling her ass from behind, my fingers digging into the soft give, kneading the juicy globes, pulling her tighter against me so she could feel every inch of my hard dick pressing into her lower belly.

"Ahh... sir... Asha is my sweet daughter... I can’t watch her like this... please just take me," Maya pleaded, her voice shaky and desperate, eyes wide and pleading as she looked up, her hands clutching my arms.

I looked at Asha, who was watching her mother and me pressed tight, chest to chest, and how I was groping her mother’s ass from behind, feeling her juicy ass over the fabric. Asha’s cheeks were flushed deep red, her eyes wide, lips parted, breathing quick. She looked like she wanted that too.

The way Asha’s body looked, she was just like her mother—soft, plump, with a fat ass—but younger, and she was a virgin. No matter how much Maya pleaded with me, I wasn’t going to let Asha go, I was gonna creampie her daughter’s virgin pussy and make her pregnant right in front of her.

I kept squeezing Maya’s ass, which was making me even harder. My dick was pressing against Maya’s lower belly, smearing precum through my shorts onto her tunic, the thick shaft throbbing against her soft stomach.

I looked at Maya, who was tightly pressed against me, her eyes searching mine for an answer about whether I would let her daughter go in exchange for her juicy body. She looked at me, broken with lust, her mouth slightly open, her breath hot and fast against my face.

I couldn’t resist. I pulled her into a deep, filthy kiss, devouring her mouth as if I were broken too. Our lips crashed together hard, our tongues tangling messy and hungry, saliva mixing as we moaned into each other. Her heavy tits squished against my chest, her nipples hard, her hands clutching my back like she needed me to hold her up.

I stopped the kiss and looked at Maya, who was dying to get her holes filled with my dick, eyes glassy with lust, lips swollen and parted, breath ragged against my face.

"You want me to spare your daughter?" I asked, leaning closer to her mouth, voice low and teasing.

"Yes, sir... I’ll make sure to take care of your every need," she said, putting her hand on my dick and gripping it firm, fingers wrapping around the thick shaft, stroking slow like she couldn’t wait to feel me inside her again.

"But her body looks so juicy, Maya... my dick wants her," I said, glancing at Asha kneeling there, plump and innocent, bra straining over her full boobs, cheeks flushed, eyes wide.

"Sir... I’m better than her in every way," she said, putting my hand on her thick thigh, showing me that her mature body was better than a young girl no matter what, soft flesh warm under my palm, thighs full and inviting, hips wide and fertile.

"But let me see Asha’s body first before I decide," I said, as if I were going to choose one, though I already knew what I wanted.

"Sir... please... I’m enough for you," she said, pulling me in tighter, pressing her heavy tits against my chest, but I was determined.

I pulled away from her slowly, breaking her grip with gentle but firm hands on her shoulders and looked at Asha, who was looking sexier with every passing moment, her plump cheeks flushed, deep cleavage heaving with quick breaths, her eyes locked on me with innocent hunger.

"Stand up, Asha," I said, voice low and commanding, eyes never leaving hers.

Asha obeyed slowly, rising from her knees with a soft rustle of fabric. Her plump boobs jiggled gently as she stood, the motion making them bounce slightly in her bra, nipples visibly hard and pressing against the thin material. Her salwar pants hugged her wide hips and thick thighs, the loose fabric doing little to hide the curve of her juicy ass as she shifted her weight nervously.

I walked a little closer to the bed. "Come here," I said to Asha.

She came slowly toward me in just her bra, looking up at me as if I owned her completely, her steps shy but eager, her thick thighs rubbing together under her loose salwar pants.

I put my hands on Asha’s shoulders and guided her to turn around to face the bed. I helped her climb onto it on her hands and knees, pushing out her ass in her loose salwar pants, which showed the curve of her juicy ass, her cheeks round and full, the fabric stretched tight across them as she arched her back instinctively.

Maya stood there with her bra slipped down, wearing just her salwar pants, watching how I was handling her daughter. She was breathing heavier, her chest rising and falling fast, her heavy breasts heaving, her nipples hard and dark. She was waiting for me to dislike Asha’s body and come back to her, her thighs clenched tight, her hands twitching at her sides, torn between jealousy and desperate need.

"Sir... like this?" Asha asked, wanting my approval, excited for what I was about to do to her. She stayed on all fours on the bed, back arched, ass pushed out high, loose salwar pants stretched tight across her plump cheeks, the fabric outlining every curve.

"Yeah... just a little like that," I said, spreading her thighs a little wider with my hands and adjusting her arch so her ass looked even juicier. I pressed gently on her lower back to deepen the curve, making her thick cheeks spread slightly, the pants riding up between them to show the round, full shape more clearly.

Then I looked at Asha from behind. Her pussy line was visible through the thin fabric, the material clinging damply to her swollen lips, the area getting wetter as she leaked, a dark spot forming between her thighs, her arousal soaking through.

"Asha... you are so wet down there," I said, putting my hand on her right ass cheek as I admired the view, squeezing the soft, plump flesh firmly, feeling it give under my palm, the warmth radiating through the pants.

"Ahh..." Asha moaned as my hand touched her, the sound soft and shaky, escaping her plump lips in a surprised breath.