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.
"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.
