MILF Paradise System-Chapter 191: Indian MILF Wants A Quckie
I was really starving, and Olivia was hungry for my cock, but I had only eaten sandwiches all day, plus a lot of ass. I wanted something more substantial now.
"Hey, let me find a hotel employee," I said. "I think we can get something. They prepared dinner for us earlier."
"If you had told me earlier, I would have had my chef make a gourmet meal for you," Olivia said, stepping closer with a teasing smile, her hand brushing against my chest.
"Yeah, okay," I replied, smiling back. "Wait for me here. I’ll be back quickly."
I left Olivia in my room and headed out. The lobby was empty, the lights dimmed low for the night, with no one at reception. Shyla must have already gone to sleep. I knew the way to the dining area from when she had shown us around at breakfast, so I walked straight there.
Inside the dining section, I heard some noise, utensils clinking and faint sounds of cooking coming from the kitchen area tucked behind the main hall. It was not visible from the entrance, but I could see the doorway where the sounds were coming from.
I went there quickly, hoping to find someone who could prepare something for us to eat.
As I reached the door, I saw Maya in her pink Indian attire, cooking something on the stove. She was alone; her daughter Asha was not there with her. Maya stood with her back to me, stirring a pan, her salwar pants stretched tight over her thick, juicy ass.
Every small movement made her cheeks jiggle softly, the fabric hugging her curves perfectly and outlining the deep cleft and the roundness of her mature hips. Her scarf had slipped slightly, revealing the curve of her waist and the way her tunic clung to her full breasts as she leaned forward.
She hadn’t noticed me yet, focused on the food and humming quietly to herself. The kitchen light cast a warm glow over her, making her skin look even smoother and her body even more inviting.
I stood in the doorway for a second, my cock twitching in my shorts as I watched her, remembering how I had fucked her earlier, filled her, and left her dripping. Now here she was, alone again, her ass presented like an offering.
I watched her for a few seconds before she noticed me.
"Oh, sir, I didn’t see you there," Maya said, stopping her quiet humming mid-note. She turned her head slightly, her cheeks flushing the moment our eyes met. The pink salwar pants stretched tight across her thick, juicy ass as she shifted her weight, the fabric clinging to every curve while she stirred the pan.
"Don’t mind me," I said casually. "What are you cooking?"
"It’s something a guest wanted," she replied, turning her focus back to the stove. "She called me to prepare pasta for her." She added spices to the sauce, the rich aroma of garlic, tomatoes, and herbs filling the small kitchen area.
"You’re working so late?" I asked, stepping a little closer. "Where is Asha?"
"She’s doing her homework," Maya said, sounding tired but dedicated. "And I need to be on duty in case a guest needs something." She looked over her shoulder again, giving me a small, polite smile, but I could see the exhaustion in her eyes. She had been working hard all day.
"Yeah, about that... I’m really starving, Maya," I said, moving even closer. She glanced back, still stirring, but her body tensed slightly as she felt me behind her.
"What would you like to eat, sir?" she asked in a soft, obliging voice, as if she would make anything I wanted without question.
I pressed forward slowly, letting the hard bulge in my shorts push right against her ass from behind. The thick outline of my cock nestled between her juicy cheeks over the thin salwar fabric. I started grinding just a little, making slow, deliberate rolls of my hips, claiming her like she already belonged to me.
"Umm... let me think about it," I said, my voice dropping low as I placed both hands on her waist. My fingers dug into the soft flesh above her hips, holding her in place while I ground harder, letting her feel every inch of my hardness pressing into her ass crack. I leaned over her shoulder, looking down at the pasta she was preparing, my chest brushing against her back, my breath warm against her ear.
"Ahh, sir..." Maya moaned softly as she felt my hard cock grinding against her juicy ass from behind.
Her body instinctively arched back, pushing her plump ass harder against me, welcoming the pressure.
"Maya, I would like to eat this," I said, my voice low and hungry as I placed my right hand on her right ass cheek and gave it a firm squeeze. The soft, thick flesh yielded under my fingers, warm and plush, jiggling slightly as I kneaded it possessively. Her salwar stretched tight over the curve, outlining every round inch, the material so thin I could feel the heat radiating from her skin.
Maya let out a shaky breath and moved her hips in small circles, grinding back against my cock as if she could not help herself. Her ass cheeks spread slightly around the outline of my shaft with each motion, the friction making me throb harder.
"I’m so hungry, Maya," I said, sliding my left hand up her soft stomach under her tunic so I could touch her bare skin. I put my finger in her navel and gave her lower belly a squeeze. I slipped my hand under her dupatta, lowering the scarf just enough to expose the full swell of her breasts. They were so full and heavy.
Her ass was so thick, man, the way her soft, round cheeks pressed and molded around my steel hard dick felt incredible. I could eat her ass right now, bury my face between those juicy globes and lick her deeply, even after eating ass the whole day. The thought alone made my cock leak more precum into my shorts, the fabric growing damp against her crack.
"Ahh, Maya... lower your salwar pants a little," I said, my voice low and commanding.
