Maya was already turned on while making pasta, her thick body trembling slightly as I ground my hard cock against her juicy ass from behind. The soft, massive flesh felt incredible under the weight of my dick, warm, plush, and yielding with every slow roll of my hips.
Her salwar pants stretched tight over her cheeks, outlining the deep cleft, and each grind made her ass jiggle softly against me, the friction building heat between us.
"Lower this, Maya," I said, hooking my thumb under the waistband of her salwar pants from the front while my other hand slipped under her tunic to play with her navel. My fingers circled the soft dip of her belly, teasing the sensitive skin there.
Maya paused stirring the pasta for a moment, her breath hitching. She set the spoon aside and reached down with both hands, loosening the drawstring at her waist. The fabric slackened immediately, letting me tug the pants lower with ease.
