Nadia stayed pressed against my side the entire way, her body warm and obedient. Saleem remained rooted in place, staring after us like a broken man as we disappeared around the corner, his wife willingly leaving with the man who had already claid both her and their daughter.
We reached the grand entrance of the mansion, where a row of luxurious cars glead under the morning sun. Several high-end vehicles, Rolls-Royces, rcedes, and Audis, were neatly lined up, ready for the family’s use.
A few drivers were standing or sitting nearby, so casually reading newspapers while waiting for orders. The mont they saw walking out with Nadia by my side, they imdiately straightened up. They all bowed respectfully as we approached.
Word had already spread since last night, after Olivia’s public announcent that I was Aria’s boyfriend, the entire staff now knew I was going to be their future boss. Their greetings were filled with deference and a hint of nervousness.
I recognized one of the drivers, the sa man who had driven to the party the previous evening. I gave him a small nod. He understood instantly, quickly folded his newspaper, and hurried over to one of the sleek black rcedes.
He started the engine and brought the car smoothly forward.
As Nadia and I reached the vehicle, the driver stepped out and respectfully opened the rear door for us. I let Nadia slide in first, my hand resting possessively on her lower back as she entered. I followed right behind her, settling into the spacious, luxurious leather seat.
The driver closed the door gently and returned to the front without a word. Through the tinted windows, I could see Saleem standing far behind in the distance, still watching helplessly as his wife left with .
The car began to move smoothly down the long driveway, leaving the mansion behind.
"To your place, Sir?" the driver asked respectfully through the intercom.
"Yes," I replied, pressing the button to confirm.
The partition was up, giving Nadia and complete privacy in the spacious back seat of the luxurious car. The tinted windows and smooth ride isolated us from the outside world. We had so ti before we reached my apartnt, and I intended to use every minute of it.
I placed my hand on Nadia’s thick, smooth thigh. Her short maid uniform skirt had ridden up slightly, barely containing her plush flesh. I gave her thigh a firm, possessive squeeze, my fingers digging into the soft warmth.
Nadia was clearly horny too. Almost imdiately, she slid her hand onto my thigh, slowly caressing upward with seductive intent. Her fingers traced teasing patterns, gradually moving higher, brushing closer and closer to the growing bulge in my pants.
I had claid another man’s wife as my personal maid. The thought made my cock throb. This obedient, voluptuous woman sitting beside , soone’s wife and mother, was now mine to use however I wanted. And I planned to use her very, very roughly.
Nadia’s breathing had already grown heavier. She leaned slightly closer to , her heavy breasts pressing against my arm as her fingers finally reached my bulge. She rubbed her palm over the hard outline of my cock through my pants, feeling it twitch under her touch.
I squeezed her thigh harder, sliding my hand further up under her skirt until my fingers brushed against the edge of her panties. They were already damp.
The tension in the back seat grew thicker with every passing second. Nadia looked up at with lust-filled eyes, silently begging for more as her hand continued to stroke and tease my hardening cock.
"Why don’t you take it out, Nadia?" I said, my voice thick with lust as I leaned back in the luxurious leather seat.
"Yes, Sir," Nadia replied with a soft, obedient smile.
She shifted closer to , her thick thighs pressing against mine. With eager but graceful movents, she reached down and unbuttoned my pants, then slowly unzipped them.
She reached inside and wrapped her warm, soft hand around my hard cock, pulling it out into the open air. It sprang free, thick and heavy, already leaking precum from the tip.
"Ahhh, fuck, Nadia..." I groaned deeply, my head tilting back slightly as her fingers curled around my shaft. This voluptuous, married mother was making painfully horny with every passing second.
Nadia smiled knowingly, fully aware of the effect she had on . She pressed herself tightly against my side, her heavy breasts squishing softly against my arm as she began slowly stroking my cock with long, sensual movents.
Her hand felt warm and experienced, twisting gently around the head on every upward stroke.
"Saleem doesn’t deserve a wife like you, Nadia," I said, my voice low and possessive as I slid my hand onto her wide, fertile hip. I squeezed the soft, plush flesh firmly, my fingers digging in as I played with her thick curves. "A woman like you deserves so much better."
"Ahhh, Sir..." Nadia moaned softly, my words clearly fueling her lust. She leaned her upper body into my chest, pressing her heavy breasts against as she continued worshipping my cock with long, slow strokes.
"Yeah, baby," I murmured, my hand sliding from her hip to her face. I cupped her chin and pulled her closer. "I’m going to make sure you’re treated exactly the way you deserve."
I kissed her deeply, claiming her mouth with hunger. Nadia moaned into the kiss, her tongue eagerly eting mine as she lted against .
While our lips were locked, my mind was already racing ahead.
I was planning exactly how I was going to use Nadia as my personal slut. She was going to be another addition to my growing collection of won waiting for at my apartnt. I already had a lineup of beautiful, eager MILFs ready to serve , and now Nadia would join them.
I imagined her on her knees every morning, sucking my cock while wearing nothing but a maid apron, or bent over the kitchen counter as I fucked her from behind while she cooked for .
She would be available whenever I wanted, whether to clean my cum-stained clothes with her tongue or spread her legs and take load after load deep inside her married pussy.
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