I stepped back, tucking myself into my shorts, watching Maya try to compose herself. Her cheeks were flushed deep red, her breasts still heaving beneath her tunic with every quick breath, and her pussy was visibly leaking down her thick thighs in slow, shiny trails. She looked wrecked in the best way, with hair slightly messy, her tunic rumpled, and her salwar pants hastily pulled back up but still sitting low on her hips.
"See you soon, Maya," I said, giving her juicy ass one final firm squeeze before turning to leave. The soft flesh yielded under my fingers, jiggling slightly as I released her.
She nodded, biting her lower lip hard, her eyes dark and heavy with lingering need. Without a word, she turned back to the stove, picking up the spoon with a trembling hand and resuming stirring the pasta, now preparing an extra plate she would bring to my room later, just as promised.
