MILF Paradise System-Chapter 196: Indian MILF’s Daughter Is Really Plump

"Ahh, Alex..." Asha moaned softly as she felt how good my tongue was worshipping her soft feet. Her voice came out breathy and surprised, body jolting slightly on the bed as the wet warmth of my tongue dragged slowly along her arch.

I put her big toe in my mouth and licked it nicely, savoring every inch, tongue swirling around the soft pad, tracing the delicate curve, then sucking gently while my thumb kept circling the center of her sole.

Her toes curled tight in pleasure, then spread wide again, pink skin flushing deeper under my attention. Asha’s breathing turned shallow, hips shifting restlessly against the mattress, the thin white lowers riding up higher between her plump ass cheeks with every small movement.

After tasting her feet for a while, long, slow licks from heel to toes, sucking each one gently, I moved my hand back to her ass again. I couldn’t fuck Asha’s ass earlier because I didn’t have time, but I could tell she missed my cock already, just like her mother. She wanted to feel me stretch her again, fill her deep, make her moan like her mother had in the kitchen.

I put my fingers on her waistband and looked under it, catching the start of her plump ass cheeks, the beginning of the round swell, soft and creamy, the thin fabric clinging to the deep cleft.

Then I slapped her ass cheek over the lowers, hard.

Slap.

Her ass cheek jiggled deliciously under the impact, the soft flesh rippling in waves, the thin white material stretching tighter across the curve. I wanted to bury my face between those cheeks right then, spread them wide and lick her deep, but I held back, savoring the way she reacted.

"Asha... did you miss me?" I asked, keeping my hand on her ass cheek, squeezing the warm flesh firmly.

"Yes, Alex... you left so suddenly earlier, I couldn’t..." Asha couldn’t complete her sentence, shyness choking her words. She had been a virgin until this morning, when I took her virginity, and the memory still made her voice tremble.

"Get up, Asha," I said, sliding my hand under her stomach to help her rise.

She obeyed instantly, pushing herself up onto all fours. Her notebook stayed open in front of her, forgotten. Now she was on her hands and knees, her ass high, her back slightly arched, her long black hair spilling over her shoulders.

The tiny white vest hung loosely beneath her, her plump boobs hanging heavy and swaying with the movement, her nipples stiff and visible through the thin fabric. Her white lowers stretched tight across her plump ass, the material clinging to every curve, outlining the deep cleft and the roundness of her cheeks.

I got on the bed behind Asha, my knees sinking into the mattress on either side of her legs. My hands found the waistband of her thin white lowers, my fingers hooking under the soft fabric. Slowly and deliberately, I pulled them down, inch by inch, revealing the plump, juicy ass I had been craving, where I wanted to bury my face in between.

The material slid over the full roundness of her cheeks, catching slightly on the widest part before dropping to bunch around her thighs. She wasn’t wearing any panties underneath, like mother like daughter. Smooth, golden skin glowed in the warm lamplight, the deep cleft between her cheeks already slightly parted from her position on all fours.

"Ahh, Alex..." Asha moaned softly as she felt herself exposed. Her body trembled, her ass cheeks quivering under my gaze.

Her pussy was already leaking, shiny wetness coating her swollen lips, a thin trail dripping slowly down her inner thigh. Her tight little asshole twitched visibly, clenching and relaxing in nervous anticipation. I had taken her pussy’s virginity earlier today, but her asshole was still untouched, virgin territory, pink and puckered, begging to be claimed.

"Asha... you’re getting so wet," I said, my voice low as I placed one finger on her slick pussy lips. I spread the wetness gently, sliding up and down her folds, coating my finger in her arousal, circling her clit lightly before dipping just inside her entrance. She clenched around the tip immediately, a fresh gush of wetness coating my skin.

"Yes... please don’t tease me. Ahh," Asha moaned, her voice high and needy, her hips rocking back slightly as she pushed her plump ass toward me, begging without words.

"But Asha... your mother isn’t here," I said, pretending to hesitate like some saint who couldn’t possibly fuck a daughter without her mother’s permission. "Should we really be doing this?"

"She doesn’t need to know, Alex," Asha whimpered, voice cracking with desperation. Her cheeks flushed deeper, eyes glassy as she looked back at me over her shoulder, completely surrendered.

I put both hands on her ass cheeks, my fingers digging into the soft, plump flesh, and spread them wide. Her cheeks parted easily, revealing everything, her dripping pussy glistening in the lamplight, her clit swollen and peeking out, her tight pink asshole winking with every shaky breath. I leaned in close, my face inches from her, my nose brushing the warm skin, and inhaled deeply.

The fresh, musky scent of her arousal hit me, sweet, feminine, intoxicating. I could smell her excitement, her need, the faint clean soap from earlier mixed with the raw heat of her body.

I breathed her in slowly, savoring the way her body secreted more of that slick nectar the longer I lingered, her pussy dripping visibly, clit swollen and peeking out from between her folds.

Asha whimpered again, hips wiggling slightly as she felt my breath on her most private places.

I kept her cheeks spread wide with both hands, thumbs pulling her open even more, exposing every inch. Then I dragged my tongue slowly from her dripping pussy up to her tight asshole in one long, deliberate lick, tasting her fully, savoring the tangy sweetness of her juices mixed with the faint salt of her skin.