“Thank you, Mamta.”Yes, Kumar was in love with his maid.“Is Shruti home?” he asked absentmindedly. “No, Madam left for the evening. She said...she was going to her mother’s place.” Mamta continued after that, but Kumar did not stop her.He loved hearing her talk. He would drink in all her mannerisms as she prattled on. Like how she would tuck a strand of hair behind her ear (but only the left one). Or how she would scratch the little mole in her long neck. Or how her nose would flare out when she. I watched my oozing precum paint a little wet trail in the crack of her ass."Fuck my ass, honey, oh godd, it's wonderful!" she moaned. "'N it's soo nasty!Before I knew it my cock head was stretching the elastic flesh of her anus and suddenly sliding inside her rectum. Her asshole was slimy with some gooey lubricant. All I knew was that it was an exquisite pleasure as my cock slid deep into Cindy's asshole. The hot greasy tube of her butt seemed like the tightest, most alive cunt in the. ’   It was a week later when the Velvet pulled up to Harold’s house for their date. She was in the middle of pulling her phone from her purse when he walked out of the door briefly waiving back at his parents before they closed the door and he got into her car. ‘My father say’s it’s traditional for the man to pick up the woman. He would have let me drive the truck.’ ‘Well you can tell your dad I’m not a big fan of tradition.’ Velvet replied smiling radiantly. She waited for a moment before. Her head swam, her knees weakened and everywhere there was heat - around her, inside her, frying her nerve endings. With a moan of desperation she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, fascinated by the strength of his shoulders and the sheer power of his masculine frame. But the biggest high came from knowing he wanted her. He really wanted her. He made her feel beautiful, desirable, irresistible and she gasped as she felt his hands move on her breasts, his touch unerring as.