Nadia pulled back from the kiss just enough to look at with lust-drunk eyes, still slowly pumping my cock in her soft hand. She had no idea just how thoroughly I planned to own her.
"Take it in your mouth, baby," I said, my voice thick with lust as I gently guided Nadia’s head down toward my lap.
Without hesitation, she leaned down obediently, her hair falling forward as she wrapped her soft, warm lips around the head of my cock. She started sucking with pure devotion, slow, wet, and hungry.
Her tongue swirled around the sensitive head before she took deeper into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks as she worked .
"Ughh... ughhh... ughhh..."
Nadia made filthy, muffled sounds as she bobbed her head in the back seat, the wet slurping noises filling the private space. I leaned back in the luxurious leather seat and threaded my fingers through her hair, gently guiding her rhythm while enjoying the feeling of her warm, eager mouth wrapped around .
"Just like that... ahhh," I groaned deeply, my head tilting back in pleasure. In that mont, I felt like I was truly living life to its fullest extent, another man’s wife in the back of a luxury car, sucking my cock like it was the only thing that mattered.
For nearly half an hour, Nadia worshipped my cock with dedication, her head moving steadily as she licked, sucked, and moaned around my shaft. The car continued its smooth ride through the city until we finally approached my apartnt complex.
"We are here, Sir," the driver announced respectfully through the intercom.
I looked down at Nadia, who was still lost in her task, her lips stretched around my thick cock as she continued sucking with devotion.
"We’re here, baby," I said softly, running my fingers through her hair.
Nadia slowly pulled her mouth off my cock with a wet pop, a thin string of saliva still connecting her lips to the glistening head. She looked up at with flushed cheeks and lust-filled eyes, clearly reluctant to stop.
Nadia wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, cleaning the remnants of her saliva and my precum from her lips. Her hair was ssy, strands sticking to her flushed face, and her maid uniform was slightly disheveled, the top buttons undone, revealing a generous amount of cleavage, and the short skirt wrinkled from being hiked up earlier.
We both stepped out of the luxury car in front of my apartnt building. The outline of my still-hard cock was clearly visible through my pants, a noticeable wet patch from her saliva marking the fabric. The driver gave a respectful bow and quietly drove off, leaving us alone.
"Co, let’s go to my room," I said, placing a possessive hand on Nadia’s lower back as we walked toward the main entrance.
As we entered the sleek, modern lobby, Lily ca walking out from the side office room. She was wearing a pair of loose cargo pants that still managed to cling to her round, juicy ass, perfectly outlining its curves with every step.
Her shirt had the top two buttons open, giving a tempting view of her deep cleavage and the soft swell of her breasts.
"Alex, you’re back from the party?" Lily asked with a bright smile as she approached, but the mont she noticed Nadia walking closely beside .
Lily’s eyes narrowed as she looked Nadia up and down, clearly sizing her up. The sight of this voluptuous, exotic-looking woman in a tight maid uniform standing so close to imdiately put her on edge.
"Who’s she?" Lily asked, her tone sharp and suspicious.
"Oh, she’s my friend’s maid. I borrowed her to help with my laundry and cleaning. You know how ssy my place gets."
Nadia stood quietly beside , her cheeks slightly flushed, playing the role of the obedient servant perfectly.
Lily didn’t look convinced. She crossed her arms under her breasts, pushing them up slightly in her half-open shirt.
"You could have told , Alex," she said, a clear hint of jealousy in her voice. "I would have helped you. You know I don’t mind."
She gave Nadia another quick, appraising glance, taking in her thick thighs, wide hips, and heavy chest, clearly not liking the competition.
I chuckled softly. "I know, baby. But I didn’t want to bother you."
Lily wasn’t done. She added, trying to reassert herself, "And you know we’re getting our personal building maids soon. They could be here any day now."
"You an Maya and Asha?" I asked, rembering the two Indian maids who were supposed to arrive.
"Yes," Lily replied, her tone still carrying a hint of suspicion as she looked Nadia up and down.
I could feel the jealousy radiating off her. To ease the tension, I casually added, "Don’t worry, Nadia here has a daughter, so she won’t be staying that long. She’s just helping out with so chores."
Nadia’s face flickered with clear displeasure at being reduced to a temporary maid, but she stayed quiet and obedient beside . She knew her place.
"Okay then..." Lily said, though she didn’t sound fully convinced. Her eyes lingered on the way Nadia stood so close to , her maid uniform still slightly disheveled from the car ride.
"Are you going sowhere?" I asked, changing the subject.
"Yeah," Lily replied, adjusting the strap of her bag. "I was heading out for so building-related work."
"Alright, let’s et later then," I said with a small smile.
Lily nodded, but as we started walking past her, she gave a long, pointed look. She clearly didn’t like the idea of another woman, especially one as voluptuous and exotic as Nadia, being around .
Nadia and I stepped into the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, I pulled her close and played with her heavy breasts, squeezing and groping them until we reached my floor.
When the doors opened, we walked side by side down the hallway toward my apartnt.
"Sir, does that woman live on this floor?" Nadia asked quietly.
"No, she lives on the 6th floor," I replied.
I was keeping an eye out for Tiffany, who lived right next door to . She was quite possessive and I didn’t want any unnecessary drama right now.
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